The Secret Club Ch. 01

Tyler hadn't ever used this rail line before, it wasn't a direction that he travelled by train very often, and usually he would of course drive. Although he had only got his license a couple of years ago, he was used to driving out of state to visit his girlfriend at university. Unfortunately, this time he was forced to take the train due to the fact that the car was at the garage for some repairs, and had not been ready in time. It wasn't so bad he thought as the beautiful green countryside blurred past the windows. It was early June, and it was nice and warm, but not yet aircon weather. At least he would be able to take a nap along the way if he wanted to as well.

He looked around at his fellow travellers, noting that there weren't that many other people besides himself in this carriage today. He idly wondered if that was normal, and put it down to the fact that it was the middle of the day, in the middle of the week, and out of vacation season.

He liked to people watch sometimes, and was seated about halfway along one side of the car, just to the side of the doors to his right. Seated beside him, on his left was a rather serious looking woman who he guessed was in her late 30's, perhaps 40. She was dressed like a rich wife out for a day of shopping in the city. Everything perfectly in place down to the smallest details like her nails and hair. She wasn't particularly pretty, though one might have said she had the presence of class. Her lipstick probably cost what he got paid a day at work. She was wearing an expensive looking leather skirt and a soft fluffy roll necked sweater. He didn't think that she'd be walking too far around the city in those heels though.

Several people were standing, which seemed a little unusual. Unless they were getting off at the next stop, but that wasn't for a little while yet. Tyler didn't think too much of it. To his right standing against one of the chromed poles was another slightly older woman who also seemed to be in her mid 40's. She too was in expensive heels, with a smart lightweight jacket over what looked like a silk blouse and knee length lightweight skirt. She was facing him, holding onto the pole beside her.

Behind her was a younger black man who appeared to be a footballer, or someone who spends a lot of time in a gym. He was taller than the woman by over a foot in height, and probably weighed twice what she did. Tyler thought of him as a younger version of BA from The A Team - maybe not quite so big, but certainly very muscular.

Opposite the woman to Tyler's left sat a younger girl with long straight blonde hair who was wearing a uniform of some kind. It consisted of a blazer with a crest of gold on the breast pocket, a knee length skirt with a chequered pattern on it, and laced plain black leather shoes. The overall colour scheme was a dark green and grey. He guessed that she was around 18 to 20 years old, so possibly at a boarding school. She had earbuds in and seemed miles away, staring out of the windows.

To the left of the girl was a smartly dressed man in his 40's. He looked just like a stereotypical Wall Street banker. His suit was crisp, modest and very neatly fitted. He had a briefcase on the floor by his feet, and seemed very relaxed, as if he made this trip regularly. His short tidy dark hair and chiselled jawline made him a good candidate for a part time model thought Tyler.

On the other side of the businessman sat another woman, maybe 25. Most definitely a Goth, she was obviously proud of her look, and had spent some time and effort perfecting it. She also had very straight jet black hair, cut in a very precise bob down to her shoulders. She wore striking blood red lipstick, and might have shares in a mascara and eyeshadow company! Added to this were her piercing green eyes. She was wearing a black velvet dungaree shaped outfit that was actually a summery tight fitting dress stopping above the knee. She had bare arms and shoulders, but was wearing fishnet tights or stockings that slightly darkened her very pale skin. Her shoes were similar to the other girl's, but had a thicker sole. She had a piece of green ribbon tied in her hair to match her eyes for effect. Overall Tyler thought the 'look' was both striking and well put together.

Further to the left of the three sitting opposite, was another pole. Standing easily against this one was an older gentleman. At least in his 50's, he looked very fit for his age, and his grey hair was still abundant. He wore a summer linen jacket over a smart pair of corduroy trousers. He wore a classic black polo shirt under the jacket. His shoes looked expensive too, maybe the kind of guy who has a truckload of money, but doesn't boast about it.

At the far left end of the carriage was another full row of seats, almost all filled with various other characters that Tyler was assessing in his imagination. Among them were two younger men who were clearly in the construction industry, and could have been travelling to a new site. They had workman's clothing on, but it was so clean it looked like they hadn't seen any work just yet. Even their boots looked brand new. They were chatting easily as colleagues do.

The row had an empty seat, and then there was a woman with striking auburn coloured hair who looked rather ordinary in a bored kind of way. A housewife in her 30's maybe going to visit a relative? She looked a little nervous, thought Tyler. Maybe a doctor's appointment?

To her left was another woman who looked a similar age to the grey haired man standing at the pole. Her hair was big and bold, and still blonde, probably from a bottle, like a fading actress might have. She was slender and carried herself with a demeanour that said 'Fame and money - once upon a time'.

Beside her was the last in the row - another man in his 50's who looked like a teacher or lecturer of some kind. He was reading a paperback book and looked as though he hadn't bought any new clothes for at least a decade. Regardless of this fact, he was clean and tidy just as a teacher is expected to be. His hair was starting to thin, and was a little grey too. He wore steel rimmed spectacles to complete the picture.

The train had left the station over an hour ago now, and Tyler was getting used to the gentle sway and hum of the line as they rolled along. They had another two hours or so to go before their destination.

There was a sliding sound, and Tyler looked to his right to see a young couple in their 20's enter through the blacked out steel framed glass doors. They were happy and chatting - seemingly excited about everything as young lovers are. They looked around the carriage, and then took seats in the far corner beside the door they came through. They continued their hushed conversation in private.

Another quarter of an hour passed, the sun was starting to warm the air nicely now.

The tannoy chimed, and a very pleasant female voice announced 'We are now travelling at one hundred miles per hour, and the club car is now private for one hour.'

Tyler thought about that for a second; he didn't know that there was such a thing as a 'Club Car' He wondered what that might actually be, and if it was as expensive as it sounded.

Over in the corner, the young couple were becoming more intimate with each other. Their long deep kissing seeming to attract the admiring glances of a few of the other passengers. He looked a across to see that the Uniform girl was now putting her earbuds away in her pocket, and was also talking to Mr Wall street. She seemed to have his full attention. After a minute or so, the Goth girl joined in their chat. A couple of minutes later, the workman on the left of the pair turned to the auburn woman and began a short conversation, she still seemed a little on edge. The more she chatted to him, the more relaxed she seemed to become. The Actress further to the left looked down at the book the Teacher was reading, and leaned closer to him, asking him something quietly. He nodded, and looked up at her. He smiled, as if she were asking a genuine question about the plot.

A slight moan from his right brought Tyler's attention back swiftly as he turned to see the woman beside the pole close her eyes and grip the metal a little more tightly. He glanced downwards, and saw that the athletic black man's hand was now firmly groping her nicely shaped and firm behind through her flimsy skirt. She didn't seem the least bit offended - quite the opposite in fact. She slowly turned to face him, looking him up and down as she did so. He bent forwards slightly, pulling her closer to him with both of his hands now firmly grasping her bottom, and spoke softly in her ear. He stood upright, and then made a deliberate act of looking upwards. He looked her in the eye questioningly. She followed his gaze, and noted the steady straps mounted at the top of the pole for passengers to hold onto when the train was crowded. With her back now against the pole, standing with her feet together, she reached up and placed her wrists through the straps, taking hold of them firmly. The man then slid his strong hands down her sides to the hem of her skirt and lifted it slightly. He reached underneath and taking hold of her knickers at the hips, he slid them down and let them drop to her feet. Tyler watched, slightly dumbstruck. Her knickers were a deep burgundy colour, and quite lacy. They rested around her ankles, a nice contrast to her cream coloured shoes. She lifted her left foot, and stepped out of them. The man once more reached under her skirt and bringing his hand up between her legs began to stroke her. She closed her eyes again and savoured his touch.

Tyler slowly glanced around to see if anyone else had noticed what was going on. He caught the eye of the grey haired man standing at the pole. He grinned at Tyler to let him know that he was enjoying the show too. Tyler couldn't help but notice that Mr Grey was now sporting a substantial bulge in his corduroys.

Mrs Nervous had now moved over by one seat so that she was closer to the workmen, and seemed to be a lot more relaxed and was chatting with them more freely. Tyler looked back towards the black man who was now squeezing the woman's breasts quite roughly through her silk shirt with his free hand as if no-one else could possibly see.

The couple in the corner were too busy with themselves to notice anything!

The woman beside Tyler turned her head towards him slightly and whispered; 'It's amazing what people get up to on the trains these days don't you think?'

Tyler just nodded dumbly.

He continued to survey the other passengers around him, noticing that Mr Teacher was now running his hand through the Actress' hair as if they had been lovers for years. His book was on the floor beside his feet, and her left hand was caressing his left thigh. He reached across and gently took hold of her ample breast through her satin blouse, they too began to kiss. What on earth was going on?

Then the Goth girl slowly stood up, looked at Mr Grey, and stepped over from her seat to the pole he was holding. He turned and looked at her. 'Would you like me to take care of that?' She said, glancing down to the now larger bulge in his trousers.

'Mmm, that would be nice.' He replied.

She unzipped his trousers, and out sprang a most impressive cock. He was obviously a man who didn't bother with underwear. She slowly wrapped her slender fingers around him, her black nails shining as she began to massage his baton. She didn't smile as she looked him straight in the eyes, as if she were just doing it as a matter of course, or under instruction. He didn't smile back. 'On your knees.'

She gently dropped down and knelt before him, still maintaining eye contact. She opened her mouth and fed his now solid member between those immaculate red lips. He began to sway back and forth slowly, filling her throat with each forward thrust, and gently sliding backwards again. She reached up under her short dress with her left hand and started to play with herself.

Tyler heard the woman next to him again; 'I usually just like to watch, but sometimes I join in. The Club Car only runs once a month, is this the carriage you are supposed to be in?'

Tyler fought to think straight. 'Er, no, I think I am supposed to be in D car actually, is this the Club Car then?'

'Yes it is and it's a rather unique club. I guess it's your lucky day as they didn't check the tickets properly.' She replied.

Opposite, the young Uniformed girl was now sitting astride Mr Wall Street with her skirt pulled up around her waist as she fumbled with his zipper. He had unbuttoned her pale grey cotton blouse and was sucking and nibbling on her perky young tits. Apparently she didn't wear underwear either. She finally got his stiff rod free of his trousers and deftly impaled herself onto him with a slight shriek of delight. She rocked herself up and down on him as he reached around and grabbed her hips with both hands, pulling her down onto him.

Movement to the left caught his eye now, and Tyler looked over to see Mrs Nervous bent over and clutching the pole beside Mr Grey while one of the workmen with a hand on each of her hips was thrusting himself into her remorselessly, her summer trousers undone and around her knees. She was gasping for breath as he rammed himself into her, her pale yellow shirt completely open allowing her small pointy breasts to swing freely. The other workman was standing beside her, cock in hand and working it to full size.

Tyler didn't know what to think, or where to look, but at the same time wanted to look everywhere at once!

He looked back to the black man on the right, and saw that the older woman was now holding herself by the straps above as she sat in his hands. With her legs spread horizontally either side of him, he bounced her up and down on his rod, her heels wavering up and down too, knickers dangling from her right ankle. She too was gasping for air, as if it were being forced out of her each time he dropped her onto his thick shaft.

Back to the left, Goth girl was now firmly holding onto Mr Grey's thighs as she devoured his thick cock as fast as she could rock back and forth. With his eyes closed now, he was definitely enjoying every minute. She was still trying to look up at him while in motion, and after a minute or two, he again looked down at her. Gently he took hold of her head and began to hold her still while he thrust into her mouth more vigorously.

Opposite, Uniform girl was now a picture of abandonment, and was completely topless. Her blazer on the floor, and her cotton blouse draped over the arm of the seat beside her. Mr Wall Street now fully pumping himself up and down into her as he continued to bite her nipples. Head back, she was grinning from ear to ear as she squealed with pleasure.

Tyler glanced round to the left again, this time it was the Teacher and the Actress that took his attention. They were kissing passionately, still seated beside each other, but with his hand inside her satin blouse, eagerly exploring her ample breasts. With his legs slightly apart, she had removed his member from the confines of his trousers, and was slowly but firmly stroking his hardness. It didn't appear that there was long to go before he would erupt.

'Would you like me to join in?' Came the soft warm voice in Tyler's left ear again.

With everything that he had witnessed going on around them, Tyler almost fainted at hearing this. He thought he might have a coronary.

'Ummmm, maybe..?' he stuttered.

She smiled, then turned slightly towards him, reached down, and unfastened his belt. He gulped audibly, then looked down at what she was doing. He closed his eyes and remembered to breathe in. Within seconds, she had his trousers undone and his eager young manhood sprang to freedom. She took him in her left hand, and began to stroke him slowly. He looked up, and around at everything that was unfolding before him, wondering if he would awake at any second from this dream. With the sights before him, he couldn't possibly feel the least bit embarrassed, and just let himself enjoy the moment.

The couple in the corner were still kissing, and watching. Mrs Nervous now had the other workman's cock in her mouth and was sucking him keenly as his colleague was still ramming himself into her from behind.

As she stroked his stiffness, the woman beside him again whispered in Tyler's ear; ' There are about a hundred members to this club, so each time it can be a different group, it adds to the experience when meeting new people, though some couples stay exclusive, and some members have particular tastes.'

From the left came a slight grunt, and as he looked over, Tyler saw that the Teacher had finally erupted all over the Actress' hand. His head now back against the seat, he was savouring his climax as she continued to milk him slowly. Looking across to Mrs Nervous, Tyler watched as the workman in front of her let out a long low groan as he thrust forward one last time and shot his load into her throat with some force. She almost gagged, and a significant amount of his cum spilled down her chin. Almost immediately his colleague pulled her backwards onto his hard rod for his last time and came in her too. Weakened from the onslaught, she dropped to her knees, still gripping the pole whilst trying to catch her breath. Cum now running down her neck and between her pert small breasts.

Beside her, Goth girl took this as her cue to finally finish off Mr Grey. She reached up and cupped his sac, stroking it with her shiny black nails as she took him deeply into her throat once more. She continued to look up at him as he too emptied his load between her luscious red lips. She didn't even flinch as she slowly and deliberately swallowed every last drop, still maintaining eye contact the whole time. She smiled dutifully as she licked him clean, and adjusted his trousers. She then slowly stood up, and turned to watch the proceedings of Mr Wall Street and Uniform girl...

... who was now almost jumping up and down on his cock, wanting him to fill her completely. She had her arms either side of his head, and was holding on to the back of his seat as she writhed upon him. Looking more than a little flushed, but still managing to keep the pace going, he reached up with his right hand and took her by the throat as if to choke her. She squealed a little once more as he began to squeeze a little tighter. As he did so, she suddenly seemed to have a short convulsion as she climaxed shudderingly, drenching his cock as she came hard. He grunted at this same instant, and his legs became rigid as he too emptied himself inside her. She exhaled deeply and fell forwards onto his sweat dampened shirt, her damp hair cascading across his face as he too fought to regain his breath.

Tyler was by now completely enjoying the attentions of his new lady friend, and was hoping that it would never stop. He looked over to the corner and saw that the young couple were now as interested in what was going on around them as they had been in each other. The girl however had her hand down the front of her jeans and seemed to be pleasuring herself whilst spectating.

The black man to the right was now pressing the woman hard against the pole with his whole body weight as he drove himself up and into her like an animal. Her legs were now wrapped tightly around him as she took each thrust. She seemed completely oblivious of the world around her, and was not holding back. She leant forward and spoke raggedly between gasps for air; 'Fuck me harder you bastard.'

He obliged as best he could and finally let out a primeval growl as he fired his seed into her. She tightened her legs around his waist even harder as her orgasm swept through her like molten lava.

Tyler could take no more, and his own pole erupted. He stifled his own yell of ecstasy as best he could. On his left, he heard her voice once more. 'Hmm, that is a nice piece of equipment you have there, I can see potential. Now that you are a member of the Club, maybe I'll see you again?' She gently folded him back into his shorts, and zipped up his trousers. She leant forwards and picked up the pole woman's knickers from the floor, and used them to wipe her hand. She then dropped them into a leather handbag beside her. 'I don't think she will miss them.' She added with a smile, 'And besides, my husband has a thing for other women's underwear.'

'Oh...' was all Tyler could manage this time. His mind was still whirling as he watched various items of clothing being recovered and refastened. 'How does this... work exactly?' He finally managed to ask.

'The Club Car is secured for members only with the same time slot on the same train once per month. The tickets are controlled, and you will need to buy next month's today - ask for Club Car class. Other venues and locations are also available. Some members like to inform other members of what they want a month in advance, that way they can enjoy the anticipation. There is a secret online forum for members to communicate anonymously. The only way to become a member usually is to be brought as a guest by an existing member. So, welcome to the Club.' She smiled at him once more as she handed him a small card from the bag. 'So, do you think that you will be returning next month?'

Tyler only needed a second or two to think about it. 'Yes, I think so. I think my girlfriend might also be interested, maybe I could bring her too?'

'Does she like to watch?' She asked mischievously.

'Sometimes.' He replied hesitantly.

She smiled seductively.

'Good, because I will definitely be here, and this is what I would like; when you enter the club, I will not speak to you at all, as if we are total strangers. I want you to be a little rough with me, bend me over a seat and fuck me like a cheap slut. Do you think she will enjoy watching that? If we're lucky, she might want to join us. If she's lucky, someone might want to join her...'

Tyler felt the devilish side of his nature awake within him, and grinned at those thoughts. He looked around once more, and saw that almost everyone was redressed and looking more like their "normal" selves again, except for some rather ruffled hair. There were sheepish grins and warm smiles all round. Even Mrs Nervous looked very happy and much relieved now. Maybe this had been her first time too...