The Super-de-luxe VIP Arrangement

'Am I a horrible person if I say that I am glad he's dead?' Isla looks at her friends guiltily.

'Of course not,' Fiona responds immediately, and Sarah, Helen and Betty nod in agreement. They all know what she means. Fred was ill, a slow deterioration process, with the "bonus" of Alzheimer's in the final stages of his illness, which meant that he often did not even recognise her. It had been an ordeal, and Isla had done her utmost to make the last part as pleasant as possible for her husband, but it had taken its toll. His death had been a relief for both Fred and herself, even though the subsequent grieving process had not been a walk in the park either. But after a year she starts to get back on her feet, mentally and emotionally, and at the moment the loneliness, now that Fred is no longer there, and her libido, which is slowly returning, are playing tricks on her.

However, she's not ready for serious dating yet, and going to a bar or a dance hall or something like that for a one-night stand (does that still work that way? she wonders) does not appeal to her either, she's not quite desperate enough for that, she jokes regularly.

And a new man, after everything that happened with Fred in recent years, she's not even sure if she will ever dare or be able to handle that! What if he also... jeez, she does not want to think about it.

But that she misses sex is beyond doubt, her vibrator has been working overtime in recent weeks. She can hardly remember what it was like with a man, Fred's illness had gradually reduced his sex drive to zero. Not that he could help it, he found it bad enough, they were always very active in that department.

'Man, I wish you could just order a man, via a menu. Like a mail-order bride, but a nice, goodlooking guy, just for one night, or more often if you really like him.'

This is not the first time she has complained about the lack of sex to her friends, and they all sympathize with her enormously. Three of the four are married, to extremely virile gentlemen according to themselves, and convinced bachelor Fiona is happily fooling around, a different cutie every week, it sometimes seems.

'Isn't that already a thing?' Sarah asks in surprise, she looks at Fiona, as if she would know.

'Maybe,' she responds hesitantly, 'like an escort service?'

'Hahaha,' laughs Isla, 'that's going a bit too far for me, I think.'

'Just google it?' suggests Betty, with an innocent grin.

A little later, the ladies are happily scrolling away, having the greatest fun with the results that appear, but they can't really find what they are actually looking for.

***

'Congratulations girl, forty-seven already, and still gorgeous!'

'Yeah, yeah,' laughs Isla, as she lets her four friends hug her, 'you mean gorgeous wrinkles.'

'Nonsense, you still look fabulous, not a single grey hair to be seen-'

'Hair dye,' Isla interrupts her with a chuckle.

'Amazing pair of tits, which are very real,' Helen announces.

'And just as slim as when you were eighteen,' Sarah, who is always struggling with excess weight, adds with a slightly envious look.

'Well,' sighs Isla, 'but what good it does you if you've been on a dry spell for ages. And the guys who seem interesting enough are either married or think you're still too deep in your grieving process to be open to a relationship. While a good fuck would be enough for me right now,' she adds with a grin.

'Uh, well...' Fiona begins hesitantly.

'What!' Isla calls suspiciously, 'what have you cooked up now! I'm not going out with your brother-in-law, he's still too upset about his divorce. Besides, he's not my type.'

Fiona laughs, 'no, not Bert, don't worry, we've come up with something completely different for you.'

'Oh?' A slightly worried look appears on Isla's face, she doesn't trust it at all, the ladies are giving each other such furtive glances.

Then Betty takes a large oblong envelope from her handbag, gold-coloured, with an exuberant fuchsia bow around it. She holds it out to her, just out of reach. 'Your birthday present, honey, from all of us.'

'Okay, let's get to it,' she says, half-grumbling, as she snatches the envelope from Betty's hands in an unexpected movement, 'what is it.'

She looks at the envelope from all sides, there's even an official-looking wax seal on the back, but no text anywhere, not even a logo.

Then, overcome by an uncontrollable curiosity, she carefully tears it open.

'What?! What is this... No! Jesus, girls, what have you done to me now!' Her face turns like a buoy and her friends start giggling. 'Or is this a joke?'

'You wish,' Sarah grins, looking at her defiantly.

'You can bare your breast, girl, literally,' Helen giggles and everyone starts laughing, except Isla, who looks rather nervous from one to the other.

'This is exactly what you want, believe me,' Fiona says with certainty, 'take a look at it at your leisure, there's a folder with a link to an online questionnaire, and you can decide for yourself when you want to schedule the appointment. I would get a bikini wax or a Brazilian beforehand,' she adds with a giggle.

Isla looks in amazement at the voucher that entitles her to the most extensive package deal of sex club Jade Temple, namely the very expensive Super-de-luxe VIP Arrangement.

'Coffee and cake for everyone, or should we rather go straight to the wine?' she asks when she has recovered a bit from the shock and remembers her duties as hostess. Wine and cake are the unusual but unanimous choice, and while her friends are chatting and especially gossiping away, Isla's gaze regularly falls on the voucher.

Does she dare? she wonders, does she dare to use it? It is very sweet of her friends, even though it's a rather unusual and daring gift. It would be a shame not to take full advantage of it...

***

During the previous evening, while enjoying litres of wine accompanied by tasty snacks, the special gift had been discussed regularly, her friends told her that, following Isla's complaint about the lack of sex, they had decided that something had to be done, they had put money together to be able to offer her the Super-de-luxe VIP package at the sex club, because that is what best friends do for a friend who is so down in the dumps. At first Isla had protested a bit, especially when she heard how expensive it was, she felt guilty, and moreover she didn't know if she could do something like that at all. But her friends had managed to convince her, and she can opt out at any time, she's totally in charge of what will happen, they assured her. That had convinced her, and now she actually finds it exciting, a new experience, and a personal challenge.

Now she is sitting behind her laptop to fill in the extensive questionnaire that should show what her sexual preferences are, both in terms of gender and activities. It's cleverly done, she thinks, not only are you asked to tick boxes which activities you would like to have included in the program, but there is also a second questionnaire where you can indicate what you definitely do not want. This way there is a kind of double check, on her boundaries, so to speak. And then there's the segment with "no-go's", in which she has already filled in that she's put off by bad breath, and in particular smoker's breath, she finds that so utterly disgusting!

Isla is definitely not bi, but has had a threesome occasionally, and sex with another woman involved can be a lot of fun, in her experience. Isla herself is now forty-seven, but she doesn't want to set an age limit for a bed partner for this experience, younger men tend to be eager and energetic, older men have more control, experience and technique. At least they should. But she trusts that such an elite club only employs the very best employees, who know where Abraham gets the mustard from.

And she's not exactly a prudish, and is open to almost any sexual experience, so in the end she has ticked almost everything in the first part of the questionnaire, except for a few things that are too extreme for her taste, such as nipple clamps and whips and stuff.

***

The day arrives of her appointment, at two o'clock she hesitantly enters the lobby of the sex club, stiff with nerves. A young woman behind a modern-looking desk looks at her welcomingly and gestures for her to come further.

'Mrs Stone, a warm welcome! I will let them know that you are here.'

She presses a button on a panel on the left side of her desk and the next moment another young woman enters, dressed in a green silk kimono and silver open-toe stilettos, she's beautiful to look at, just like the interior of the club, Isla notes as the woman leads her through a corridor decorated in Art Nouveau style and then into a dimly lit bar, where music sounds in a non-disturbing way, classical jazz by the sound of it.

Warm colours everywhere, beautifully shaped shiny polished furniture, colourful paintings on the walls with rather naughty images, wide oak planks on the floors, covered here and there with luxurious carpets. Actually, exactly what she had imagined such a luxurious club to be. She feels a little out of place among all that beauty, as a simple mortal. Even the people who are spread out over the bar area and the bartenders and waitresses are all without exception "beautiful": attractive to look at and well dressed. She's glad that she made an effort herself, the new dark red wrap dress fits her like a glove, accentuates her ample bosom and shows quite a bit of her shapely, long legs. She has been easy on the make-up, in her experience there will not be much of it left after a tough romp between the sheets. For extra self-confidence she's chosen her sexiest, but still decent lingerie and the highest heels she owns.

The clientele is predominantly male, she sees, she's not surprised, there probably are not that many women who go to a sex club, without the generous gift from her friends it would never have occurred to her to do something like that.

Her hostess gives her the choice: bar or a table, she decides for the bar, a moment later an intriguing blue cocktail sits in front of her as well as an assortment of tasty snacks, the pampering has begun! The bartender chats with her casually, it puts her at ease a little, but the nerves are still raging through her body. Then she feels movement next to her, and she turns around, a middle-aged man has taken a seat on the bar stool next to her.

And what a man he is! A guy in his fifties, by the looks of it, but he radiates the energy of a much younger man. Dark, almost black hair, greying, grey sideburns, a well-groomed moustache and short beard, pure masculinity, she feels immediately hot all over. And those eyes! Dark brown, warm, with attractive laugh lines, she could easily lose herself in them. And what she can see of his body also does not disappoint, muscular arms and a broad chest, sturdy thighs... If she were to find him in her bed during this adventure, she would certainly not complain, he gives the impression that he knows how to optimally please a woman.

'Hey, I'm Oscar.'

'Isla,' she says, while she hesitantly takes the outstretched hand.

'First time here, Isla?'

'Uhm, yes,' she answers with a doubtful look at her companion's attractive face, 'but eh, is this really supposed to happen? I thought-'

She has already caught interested looks from several of the men present, but no one has dared to approach her yet.

'Oh, my bad, sorry, I'm not trying to seduce you if that's what you thought, I'm staff.'

'Ooh...'

Oscar laughs, 'I'm here to put you at ease, but I'm clearly not doing a very good job at it.'

Isla laughs now too, 'it's not that bad,' she reassures him, 'it is indeed my first, and probably only time, that I do something like this, and I have no idea what to expect.'

'Oh, the most important thing is that you let it wash over you, enjoy it, and indicate when something is going too far for you. One of the reasons I am here with you now is to find out whether you have perhaps developed cold feet, or whether you want to adjust your wishes and/or boundaries.'

In addition to putting her at ease, it's also a kind of intake interview, to make sure that she really wants this, and to be able to make any adjustments if the completed form suggests something other than her actual wishes, or if more specification is needed.

Oscar turns out to be extremely pleasant and attentive company, his warm baritone almost hypnotic, and Isla soon relaxes, and tells him all about herself, her one-man business in website management, which, in combination with Fred's death benefit, she can make a good living from, her children who have all left home and built a life for themselves, her deceased husband, that she misses sex so much, and finally about her friends who offered her this special experience as a gift to help her out of her depression.

He expresses his opinion that she has awesome friends, and she agrees wholeheartedly. But Oscar notices, to his amazement, that he also finds Isla a awesome woman, he seems to fall head over heels for her, something that has never happened to him before, and turns everything upside down. Oscar is a confirmed bachelor, since his rather tumultuous marriage and the inevitable divorce, ten years ago.

Then a young woman dressed in a green kimono appears at Isla's side, it is time, the party is about to start!

Isla stands up, with trembling knees, she throws a nervous glance at Oscar. He looks deeply into her eyes, and whispers: 'Enjoy it, Isla, you know, you can do anything you like, there's no pressure, you have complete control over what happens this afternoon.' She nods, strangely enough immediately reassured, and puts a hand on his arm, she feels his muscles tense at the unexpected touch and a pleasant tingling sensation runs through her body for a moment. Did he feel it too? She looks at him inquisitively and to her surprise, an unmistakable spark jumps over. Shit!

She lets her escort lead her away, the remaining nerves gradually making way for a pleasant feeling of anticipation.

She is led into a beautifully decorated boudoir, filled with, among other things, a, by the looks of it, comfortable couch, a few armchairs and some tables. It smells nice, not too heavy, or overwhelming, a vague floral scent, sexy, it immediately puts her in the right mood.

'I'm Mika,' the young woman introduces herself, 'and this is Raoul, one of our talented masseurs.' She points to an attractive dark-skinned man in his mid-twenties, dressed in a short light green bathrobe. Of course, she suddenly realizes, Jade Temple, hence the green theme in the clothing of the staff.

She is offered another glass of spirits, but she declines. She already has a slight buzz from the cocktail, that's just enough, she wants to be as aware as possible of the upcoming activities.

Mika helps her out of her clothes, with regular intimate kisses or caresses, over her skin, her breasts, arms, and back, Isla can hardly contain a fit of giggles, she feels so incredibly naughty! And excited, Mika knows exactly what she's doing, and the heated looks of Raoul, who's watching from a distance, only set her on fire even more. This is promising!

'You can keep your panties on for now,' Mika lets her know, 'for the massage, come with me.' She leads her to a massage table in an alcove and Raoul helps her onto it, his warm hands with their supple fingers caressing her buttocks.

'Relax,' he says in a sultry tone, 'let yourself be pampered.'

'Mmm, okay,' Isla groans hoarsely, Raoul's hands already feel wonderful on her skin, and the massage has yet to begin. A movement in the corner of her eye makes her look to the side, Raoul has taken off his bathrobe and is now standing next to her in only a thong, and my god! What a body... pure perfection!

Raoul starts massaging, he uses a fragrant oil, it feels warm on her skin, but not sticky. With a practiced hand he not only manages to relax her muscles, but also her mind, soon the only thought left is how wonderful this feels, and how excited she gets, as Raoul's hands come closer to her ass. But he skips her buttocks and starts on her legs, a groan of disappointment escapes her, but Raoul doesn't seem to notice. Then his hands slide up her thighs, his fingers torturously close to her crotch. Suddenly he pulls his hands back, shit! she thinks disappointed, he's not finished yet, is he?

But Raoul leans over to her: 'Isla, at this point you can choose whether or not to have a happy ending,' he whispers in her ear with a sultry voice.

'Eh, end?' she asks hesitantly, 'does that mean-'

'We can end the massage with an orgasm, or without. Then we'll continue with the next activities, we're not done with you yet,' he adds with a playful wink.

'Oh well, then please,' she sighs with relief, she immediately feels herself getting wetter.

'Then please what?' Raoul looks at her expectantly, with a teasing smile.

'A uh, a happy ending?'

Excellent,' Raoul grins, 'turn around, you can take off your panties now.' Isla quickly pulls off her panties, helped by the masseur, and lies down on her back, a shiver of anticipation rolls through her body.

Raoul lets some more oil run into his palms and places his hands on her breasts, Isla holds her breath in shock, but then she relaxes, closes her eyes, and enjoys the touch. Raoul massages her breasts with a skilful hand, lightly pinches her nipples and lets a hand run over her belly and down to her mons pubis. Isla opens her eyes again, and rises a little, she wants to see what he's doing, that always turns her on immensely. Suddenly her gaze falls on Raoul's thong, the guy is rock hard, she sees to her surprise, and she feels an extra shot of moisture in her pussy.

'Can- can I touch you?' she asks hesitantly.

Raoul looks at her alarmed, 'fuck,' he grumbles apologetically, 'this rarely happens to me during a massage.'

'I don't see the problem,' Isla giggles, she experiences it more as a huge compliment, that such an attractive young man gets hard because of her.

Raoul grins, 'go wild,' he growls, positioning his lower body so that she can easily reach it. She slides her palm up and down the fabric of the thong, feeling his cock getting even harder underneath, she lets out a hoarse cry of excitement.

Raoul's fingers have found her clit in the meantime, and while he moves two fingers rhythmically up and down in her wet, swollen pussy, he rubs circles over her button with his thumb, it doesn't take long before the well-known tingling sensations that announce a climax appear in her toes and fingertips and a warm feeling flows through her, release is near.

'Oooh, yes,' she moans, 'that feels amazing, harder!' Raoul meanwhile pinches her nipple between his thumb and index finger with his other hand, quite hard, but she doesn't mind at all, it usually gives an extra stimulus.

Raoul without hesitation heeds her request, she feels his cock under her hand giving little jerks of excitement.

And then Isla falls over the edge, her body starts to shake as if she is electrified, it feels as if she could float off the massage table at any moment, and wave after wave of an unprecedentedly intense orgasm flows through her, she screams her longs out, all shame overboard.

'Good Lord, Raoul, that was incredible!' she sighs when she has recovered a bit from the violence, the masseur chuckles at the sight of her pink cheeks and grateful look.

'It was a real pleasure Isla; we aim to please!'

While Raoul helps her off the massage table, Mika reappears in the room, accompanied by another woman, who is introduced to her as Bianca.

'Are you ready for the main course?' Mika asks with a mischievous smile, Isla nods, the orgasm, however satisfying, has not diminished her desire to know what else awaits her.

She does feel sorry for the fact Raoul has to keep walking around with a hard-on, without a chance of release, so she asks Mika if it is possible for him to join in the follow-up activities.

'That can certainly be arranged,' says Mika laughing.

'If it costs extra then-'

'No, no extra costs, you don't have the VIP arrangement for nothing, all your wishes will be fulfilled,' she assures her with a cheerful wink. 'Are you coming?'

She is led into a larger boudoir and introduced to another man, this one mid-thirties, she guesses, and an Adonis, light brown shoulder-length curls, evenly tanned, a lithe, muscular body, six-pack, and, judging by the bulge in his thong, equipment that she estimates would cost the highest rate of shipping freight, wow...

His name is Julien, and he has a sexy French accent and a warm, sultry voice and a dazzling smile.

Hmm, she thinks, the eye candy in this club is of unparalleled quality!

In the centre of the room is a gigantic bed, with a wall-to-wall mirrored ceiling above it.

She stiffens, suddenly aware of her forty-seven-year-old body, which she will soon have full view of.

'You don't need to be embarrassed,' says Bianca, who has correctly interpreted her reaction, reassuringly, 'you look amazing, and at least this way you can see what Julien and I are doing to you,' she adds with a mischievous wink.

Isla giggles, Bianca is right, she hasn't felt insecure for a moment earlier, under Raoul's hands, and after all, Raoul has seen every inch of her body, stark naked. And sports a huge erection as a result.

Bianca takes off her now familiar green kimono and Isla holds her breath. Bianca's half-long black curls repeat themselves in the triangle between her legs, neatly trimmed in this case, in contrast to the wild bush on her head. She thinks she is an incredibly sexy woman, she moves smoothly, sensually, has firm, not too large breasts, a narrow waist, relatively wide hips, and an ass to envy. She guesses she's in her early thirties, but it's hard to tell, she radiates bon vivant in heart and soul.

'Come Isla,' she says, quasi-commandingly, while she gives her a tap on her bottom, 'on the bed, on your back.'

'Oh, okay,' Isla giggles, and obediently climbs onto the bed. A little coercion is okay in her book, it adds to the excitement.

She stretches out on the black satin sheets, and Julien, who is now kneeling next to her on the bed, completely naked, grabs her wrists.

'Ooh!' she squeaks in surprise, what's this? She quickly finds out; Julien has produced a set of plush-covered handcuffs and uses them to tie her wrists together. The whole thing is then hooked above her head to a ring in the capitonated, velvet-covered headboard. Oh boy, she thinks, exciting! Tensely she waits to see what they plan to do with her next, she can't use her hands for a while anyway, and that while she is eager to let them go over Julien's fabulous body, and especially his now hard member. The mattress under her moves, someone else has crawled onto the bed.

'Isla, pull up your knees, as far as you can, now,' Bianca orders, and Isla complies with the request with a giggle.

'Ooh, fuck!' she moans, she feels a butt plug - fortunately provided with a generous amount of lubricant - carefully being inserted into her asshole, one of the checked actions, yes!

Then Julien leans over to her and places his lips on hers. The kiss is passionate, his tongue skilled, and Isla is already on fire again, her pussy wet, her cheeks red. She secretly looks up, and in the mirrored ceiling she sees Bianca, still at the height of her crotch, she has something in her hands.

Bzzzz, it suddenly softly sounds.

Oh!

'Aahh,' she moans hoarsely, Bianca has put the vibrator on her pussy, on the lowest setting, and lets it slide over her labia, avoiding her clit for the time being. This is going to be torture, she knows for sure. But of the best kind!

Julien breaks away from her and looks at her challengingly: 'Ready to taste me, Isla?'

'Ooh, absolutely,' she murmurs, Julien's impressive cock now close to her lips. Bring it on!

Julien guides his hard dick into her mouth, and Isla, after some teasing licks over the glans and the rim below, starts sucking with great dedication, she can see from Julien's half-closed eyes and blissful facial expression that she hasn't forgotten her skills yet.

'Mmm, Isla, that feels so good,' Julien moans, 'you are extremely talented.' She giggles; it sounds muffled. No wonder, with such a delicious stiff cock in your mouth, she thinks with pleasure. Alternating slowly and quickly, Julien moves his member up and down in her mouth, he has to largely determine the pace, Isla can't use her hands after all, only her head. She makes the best of it, sucks, teases with her tongue, and it doesn't take long before Julien starts making panting sounds, it looks like he's almost there, his cock so swollen by now that she can barely take it. Her own orgasm is also starting to build up nicely, Bianca has put the vibrator aside after working her clit with it for a while, and has now placed her tongue and mouth on her now hard, extremely sensitive clit via the inside of her thighs and her labia, Isla writhes with pleasure. The feeling of decadence that the idea and the sight - mirror - of being orally satisfied by such an incredibly sexy woman gives her, makes her extra horny and wet. Bianca is meanwhile caressing one of her breasts, Julien the other, her nipples are getting a good pounding, and she lets out hoarse cries of pleasure. The pleasant constant pressure of the butt plug helps too, of course.

Elsewhere in the room she regularly hears hoarse moans and other horny sounds, and every now and then she throws a surreptitious glance to the side, or up, into the mirrored ceiling. A few people have taken a seat on a luxurious loveseat against a wall, and to her delight she has noticed that one of them is Raoul, still with a proudly upright cock, the other two are Mika and a blonde she hasn't seen earlier. She knows that this is to satisfy her voyeuristic tendencies, which she also indicated in the questionnaire, she has definitely not held back, all inhibitions loose!

They kiss, lick, finger, suck and caress with great dedication, and every time she glances at the group, she feels an extra shock of excitement going towards her pussy.

What a job, she thinks amused, maybe she should change careers after all?

'Mm, Isla, I can't keep this up much longer, how do you want-' Julien pants with a questioning look in his eyes.

But Isla has already thought about that, and she interrupts him in a hoarse voice: 'Your dick between my breasts, and you can cum in my face.'

The wide, lustful grin that appears on Julien's attractive face is worth gold, Isla giggles again.

'You little rascal,' he grunts, straddling her, positioning his cock between her breasts and grabbing one of the ample fleshy mounds with each hand, pressing them together, locking his hard member in.

The sight nearly sends Isla over the edge, but apparently Bianca senses it too, she hears her murmur, 'No sweetheart, not yet,' and the tongue withdraws. Shit!

As Julien begins to fuck her breasts with abandon, she feels Bianca's tongue on her button again, two fingers in her wet swollen pussy, and Isla knows she won't be able to hold out much longer. The sight of Julien's ecstasy, his swollen, purple glans so close to her face, Bianca's fingers fucking her pussy in a staccato rhythm, her virtuoso tongue...

'Fuck!' Julien moans, 'I-'

Strings of hot cum squirt over Isla's chin and onto her cheeks and nose, and more over her breasts and neck, it's the push she needs, and screaming with ecstasy she undergoes her climax, wave after wave, shaking violently, held in check by a broadly grinning Julien, she lets herself go completely, embracing the euphoric feeling of an orgasm for once not caused by herself. Bianca meanwhile doesn't give in, keeps running her tongue over her clit, until she is so sensitive that it almost hurts.

'No more,' Isla begs hoarsely, and Bianca immediately pulls back, caressing Isla all over her body, causing aftershocks, but also an immense feeling of contentment. This mind-blowing experience will keep her going for years, she knows. But she also realises that this is not all, there is more to come!

Julien has withdrawn after a final kiss - surprisingly ignoring the remains of sperm still on her lips - and Mika appears at her side; with a warm, damp cloth she carefully cleans her, both her face and upper body as well as her pubic area.

Isla, still cuffed, lets it wash over her with a satisfied feeling, meanwhile looking forward to the next - and as far as she knows last - part of the program. She's curious about the man who is going to take care of that, will he be as hot as Julien? Or Raoul?

Mika disappears again, and Isla is alone, the loveseat is also deserted now, she closes her eyes expectantly.

She suddenly detects a presence and she opens her eyes, which immediately become as big as saucers.

'You?! No! How-' The smile on her face grows wider and wider. 'I thought that-'

'Hey, Isla,' the man standing over her sounds sultry, 'mmm, you look delicious, but let me untie you first.'

Oscar puts his words into action and removes the handcuffs, meanwhile he feasts his eyes, it is clear that he likes what he sees.

'Wow, that's about time,' Isla mumbles, rubbing her wrists, only now noticing the effects of being tied up for so long. She stretches lazily, consciously exposing her body to Oscar, this is a pleasant surprise!

'I didn't think that was part of your job, I thought you were just a host?' she can't help but ask, and Oscar chuckles, handing her a very welcome glass of water in the meantime.

'Well,' he says with a shy smile, 'this may not seem very professional, but I was so impressed by you, I couldn't bear the thought of one of my colleagues being with you- So, um, that's why I swapped.' She is struck silent for a moment letting that sink in, and happy and grateful at the same time.

'So, Isla, have you enjoyed yourself so far?'

'My god, it was phenomenal, I feel amazing,' she sighs, as she lets her eyes wander over Oscar's naked body, her breath catches for a moment when she sees his cock, already hard, and quite large, long and thick.

'Good to hear,' Oscar responds with a mischievous grin, he has sat down next to her on the bed, and caresses her breasts, rubs his thumb over her stiff nipple for a moment, Isla moans. 'And have you thought about how you want to end? Anal or...'

'Um, can we do both?' she looks at him expectantly, a cute blush on her cheeks.

'Hahaha, of course, anything will go, after all, you have the VIP arrangement!'

Oscar takes her face in his hands and places his lips on hers. She almost inhales his scent, he smells so good, something she'd already noticed at the bar, masculine, exciting, but also familiar, strangely enough. She pushes her tongue against his lips, and he opens without hesitation.

'Mmm,' he grunts, his tongue exploring her mouth with enthusiasm, and lets his hands slide between her thighs, Isla automatically opens her legs a bit, a rush of adrenaline shoots through her body, is she ready for another orgasm already?! Holy cow!

His hands slide over her body with practiced movements, exploring, teasing, she feels like she's on fire, especially when Oscar's fingers find her clit and start rubbing expert circles over it, she doesn't think she's ever been so wet, and that's saying something, with the previous experiences of this afternoon.

'You're beautiful Isla, so incredibly sexy, and I can't wait to fuck you,' Oscar grunts in her ear, then bites her earlobe softly, it elicits a delighted cry from her.

'What are you waiting for,' she squeaks, loving his dirty talk, Oscar looks at her grinning.

One of the parts of the questionnaire offered the choice with or without a condom. Everyone in the club is required to be tested regularly, and she herself had to submit a health declaration in advance. And since Isla has been sterilized, she saw no need for a condom, much rather the ultimate experience, she had decided. And now, with Oscar's magnificent cock in mind, she has one reason less to go back on that.

'Let's get you down on your hands and knees then,' is his immediate response, and Isla enthusiastically complies with the request.

'Hmm, such a sensational ass too,' he grunts, and lets his hand come down with a firm smack on her bottom, she lets out a little scream of surprise.

'Ooh, Oscar!' she exclaims in mock indignation, looking back defiantly, 'more,' she pants, and Oscar grins and gives her another smack, this time on the other buttock. Isla groans, how she's missed this!

'Mmm, what do we have here,' Oscar pushes against the butt plug, firmly anchored in Isla's asshole, it elicits another excited scream from her.

Then she feels something pressing against her entrance, she holds her breath.

'Jesus, you're so wet,' Oscar moans and the next moment she feels his hard cock slide in a little.

'Oh, yes,' she sighs, 'feels so good... More!' Oscar thrusts again and now she feels him slide in completely, it feels wonderfully full. 'Oh! Fuck me, Oscar! Hard and fast!'

'It's your party,' she hears him mumble behind her, and she can't suppress a giggle.

But then she gets serious, Oscar clearly takes her request literally and she has to do everything she can to stay upright, all the while enjoying the feeling of being fucked completely senseless.

The hard, fast thrusts make her almost dizzy, and her clit begs for attention. As if her lover senses it, he suddenly stops and leans towards her ear.

'Other hole?' he asks in a teasing tone; Isla makes an approving sound. Oscar pulls out and after he carefully removes the butt plug, eliciting a moan of pleasure from Isla, he gestures for her to lie on her back, knees drawn up, she looks at him expectantly, she has never done it like this before.

'You seem to have a thing for anal,' Oscar teases.

'Yep, I do,' she answers with a naughty grin, 'I checked almost everything with anal on the questionnaire.'

'Hahaha, clearly,' Oscar laughs, as he conjures a bottle of lubricant out of nowhere.

'Mmm, yes,' she moans, the gel is fortunately not cold, and Oscar's practiced fingers, carefully spreading the liquid and playing with her rosebud at the same time, feel wonderful, it is as if her whole body is under tension, especially her clit.

Oscar positions his cock in front of her asshole, 'are you ready?' he asks, she nods, her look a little worried. 'I'll be very careful,' he reassures her.

'I know you will,' she murmurs, 'as long as it's not too careful,' and Oscar grins.

Little by little Oscar's member disappears into her asshole, Isla can't take her eyes off it, she breaks out in a sweat. She moans; can't believe she's ever been so horny. Then his full length is in, and Oscar starts thrusting, running his fingers over her stiff, swollen clit, and Isla starts to let out a series of hoarse moans and screams, overcome by ecstasy. Their eyes meet regularly, filled with lust. What a divine man, she thinks in the meantime, so skilled, and he also looks so amazing, sexy, so masculine, exactly her type. And it definitely doesn't feel like it's just a "business arrangement" anymore, it's like they have a connection on a personal level...

'Oh god,' she moans, everything starts to tingle, her orgasm overtakes her unexpectedly quickly and she starts to shake and writhe, Oscar holds back, but his fingers don't stop moving, his intense gaze is focused on her blushing face, almost as if in a trance. Isla loses herself in the ultimate pleasure, lets herself go completely, all inhibitions - as far as still present this blissful afternoon - gone. It takes a while for her to return to earth, but eventually the last wave of her climax has passed, and she lets out a satisfied sigh.

'Oscar?'

'Hmm?'

'I want you to cum on my belly and breasts,' she says hesitantly, a little shyly, she bites her lower lip, looking at him expectantly, Oscar chuckles.

'Still your party, beautiful.' He lets his cock, still hard as steel, slide out of her asshole and starts stroking himself up and down, with short movements, Isla watches fascinated. It doesn't take long before she sees Oscar's pupils dilate, and his breath catches.

'Jesus, Isla,' he groans and the next moment she is covered in a layer of cum, over her belly, her breasts, it's even on her chin, she lets out a little scream of pleasure. Oscar stares at her in rapture, she thinks she reads more than just lust in his gaze, or is that her imagination?

Then suddenly the spell is broken, Oscar lets out a satisfied sigh and slides off the bed.

'Had enough?' he asks teasingly, Isla nods.

'I think I need the rest of the week to recover,' she jokes.

After he has carefully removed the sperm and remnants of lubricant from her naked body, Oscar leads her back to the smaller boudoir and offers her a drink.

'What do you fancy, water, champagne, wine, beer, maybe a mimosa?'

In the meantime, he has handed her a green kimono, the garment is the same colour as that of the staff, but this one is elaborately embroidered with orchids in gold thread, purple and yellow, she finds it stunning. 'Oh, wow,' she sighs, 'how beautiful,' as she quickly puts it on and settles into the comfortable armchair that stands in a corner of the room.

'On the house,' he says, grinning, 'you can keep it, it's included in the price.' Then he looks at her expectantly.

'Oh, I'll have a mimosa,' she says, stretching like a cat, 'and water, I'm quite dehydrated by now.'

'I'll bet you are,' he chuckles, 'just a minute,' he stands up and disappears into an alcove, only to reappear a moment later with a tray with a crystal carafe and two water glasses, and the required mimosa. He places the tray on the round table, pours them both a glass of water and sinks into the armchair opposite her. She looks admiringly at his sure movements, for such a big man he is exceptionally flexible and supple. And her suspicions earlier in the bar are definitely true: he looks amazing under his clothes too, tight, muscular, sixpack, yummy!

'So, Isla, did you enjoy the experience, did it live up to your expectations?'

'Uh, haha, to be honest I didn't really have a clue what to expect, and I was really nervous at first,' she admits, 'and not entirely sure if this would be my thing, but once I had given myself over to it, otherworldly, would do it again in a heartbeat!' She leans towards him conspiratorially, 'I did feel a bit greedy,' she confesses, 'I think I ticked an indecent amount of boxes!'

Oscar bursts out laughing, meanwhile thinking she really does tick a lot of his boxes too, 'that's okay,' he says, 'if you get something like that as a gift you should make the most of it, don't you agree?'

'That's true,' she agrees, 'and I at least owe it to my girlfriends,' she adds with a wink.

They sit like that for a while, chatting pleasantly about everything and anything, but then it's time for Oscar to retreat, and for Isla to head home.

After an intimate kiss goodbye that she suspects is not normally part of the arrangement, Oscar leaves her alone, and a young woman appears to help her get dressed and then leading her out of the building, via an inconspicuous back entrance.

Completely satisfied, she leaves the club, this experience will keep her going for a long time! Too bad about Oscar though, such a nice guy, she would love to meet him again, preferably in a different setting, there was clearly a connection. And sexually they were so completely on the same page, it almost seemed predestined.

In a great mood, Isla walks towards her car, she almost skips, she feels at least ten years younger. She can hardly wait to tell her friends about her experiences, during their girls' night out tomorrow. If she can wait that long.

***

A week later, she is standing in line at the checkout of the local supermarket with a fully loaded cart and hears an emphatic cough behind her. Curious, she turns around, to suddenly find herself face to face with none other than Oscar, her mouth falls open.

The attraction has not diminished, they soon discover, and they decide to go for a coffee together, Isla fortunately has nothing in her groceries that can melt or needs to stay cool.

The waitress has just brought them their coffee, calling Oscar by his name, apparently, he frequents the establishment often.

'So, your name is really Oscar, you work under your own name, not an alias?' Isla asks in surprise.

'Hahaha, no, I have no reason to lie about my name, Isla. Besides, everyone here knows me, and I am not ashamed of what I do, I also have considerably less to lose than our clientele, who generally like to keep their identity a secret.' Isla nods understandingly. 'But I have a confession to make,' he adds with a remorseful smile, 'there's something I haven't told you.'

'Oh?' she looks at him searchingly, taking small sips of her cappuccino. He can't be married, can he?! Her heart sinks.

'I'm co-founder and co-owner of Jade Temple.'

'Oh. But-'

'And sometimes I take part in the "activities", especially when a certain type is wanted, read: elderly man,' he makes the familiar quotation mark gesture, and Isla bursts out laughing. 'I had hoped to meet you again in a normal situation, so I couldn't believe my luck when I suddenly saw you standing in that line.' Isla beams, she has exactly the same feeling.

'By the way, I've given up my activities as a sex worker, I only do the business side now, it didn't feel right anymore.'

'Oh? Why not? You're really good at it,' she teases.

'Hahaha, thank you. But eh, I've fallen in love,' he confesses, looking at her inquisitively.

She looks disappointed, and Oscar quickly grabs her hand, 'with you,' he says, 'I'm in love with you, I can't get you out of my head since that afternoon in the club.'

Hearing that, she decides not to leave anything to chance, she asks him to come to her house, after he assures her that he's not married after all, or in a relationship.

Oscar doesn't hesitate for a moment, and they spend the rest of the day alternately in bed (naked), in the shower (naked, of course) and in her kitchen (also naked), all physical and mental needs are extensively addressed.

In the evening, they end up in her bed again, tired but satisfied, and Oscar has just offered her his personal Super-de-luxe VIP Arrangement, to use whenever and as often as she wants.

'That will be as often as possible,' she tells him, laughing, 'as long as I get enough recovery time in between.'

'Deal,' he whispers sultrily and kisses her buttocks, then he sinks his teeth in, and she screams with delight.

THE END