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  Choosing His Virgin

  Club Lush Book 7

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  Jamie Knight –

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  Here is the reading order for the Club Lush series,

  which can be read and understood alone but are best enjoyed all together!

  1): Binding His Virgin

  2): Silencing His Virgin

  3): Riding His Virgin

  4): Masking His Virgin

  5): Revealing His Virgin

  6): Teaching His Virgin

  7): Choosing His Virgin

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  Table of Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Epilogue

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  Chapter One

  Simone

  I should have known, really. For all the wonderful fairy tales, there had to be a few that were Grimm. It was just the law of averages. Unfortunately, I had studied English at university and was only finely aware of statistical probability.

  So, there I was. Standing in front of a class full of bored, anxious teenagers, trying to impart the beauty of poetry and the joy of learning, while they seemed to be far more interest in talking about their Halloween plans. More is the pity, because the material I was trying to go over was actually fascinating as well as being on theme.

  After the third try, I gave up. No one was listening anyway, so I let the class out five minutes early. They had the assignment sheets and anyone who didn’t do the assignment was going to lose 15% of their final grade. That was how the curriculum had it set up.

  One of the best kept secrets about public education was how bafflingly bureaucratic it was, at times bringing Kafka to mind. An author whom the overlords on the board had explicitly banned. Best not let the mice know that they’re in the maze.

  As the students headed out after the close of class, I heard a particularly excited cluster of chatter from a clique of girls. My attention was drawn by the phrase BDSM.

  “He partly owns Club Lush but also has huge parties at his house. The rich mother fucker has a mansion.”

  “Always lots of booze and really kinky tastes,” added another.

  “Do you think we can get in?” Asked a third, somewhat timidly.

  “Sure, we just have to-”

  “Excuse me, could you stay after class, please?” I cut in.

  The clique stopped in their tracks, my authority still not lost on them even though I was only about five years their senior.

  When the last of the class had left, I got up and closed the door so no one else would hear. I didn’t want them to get in trouble with the faculty or, worse, any rumors to be spread.

  “I heard what you were talking about. You need to stay away from that kind of thing. Particularly with older guys and alcohol, at least for now. What happens at that club is a very serious lifestyle that requires a lot of dedication and decision-making. It is something adults can enjoy but it really isn’t for younger people and certainly not on a whim. You could get really hurt.”

  “Okay, got it,” said the leader.

  Despite her assurances, I doubted they would listen, though there wasn’t much else I could do. I was just their English teacher.

  I considered calling their parents, but that could do more harm than good. I remembered enough about being a teenager to know that there was no better way to make sure they would do something than telling them not to do it. It really wasn’t my place.

  There was no point in getting their parents involved, particularly on the off chance they listened to me and decided not to go. I was genuinely concerned for their safety, though from what little I understood the BDSM scene was really ethical and even if they did go they would likely be spotted as being kids and turned away at the door.

  The room was a mess as usual. As I gathered and cleared up, my mind started to wander about, pondering the party the students had been talking about. I’d heard about Club Lush, though I always thought it was an urban legend. I had no idea it was an actual place with owners, let alone that one of them threw parties at his mansion-turned-Haunted-House every Halloween.

  I wondered what it would be like to go to the party but soon pushed the thoughts aside. I was still a virgin, even at 23, and was waiting for the right man to take my virginity. Though all the guys I’d met at this point in my life had acted like babies.

  My primary concern was for the girls. I had some pretty scary images of them flash though my head. I really hoped they wouldn’t go. Or if they did, that they wouldn’t get in. They could be in for a world of hurt.

  Just then my cell phone buzzed, and I saw that my best friend was calling.

  “What’s up?”

  “Do you have any plans for Halloween?” Kendra asked.

  “I-”

  “You’d better say no. I’ve just heard something amazing from a chick I just did a manicure on.”

  “That there’s a party held Halloween night at a mansion by an older guy who owns a BDSM club?” I asked.

  “How did you know?”

  “Law of averages,” I sighed.

  “Anyway, it’s super secret and mysterious. No invitations, just word of mouth. I got all the info and was told to bring friends if I was interested.”

  “I’m not really-”

  “The type, I know, babe.”

  I thought back to the girls and how they might be at the same party my friends were going to. Maybe I could watch over them and make sure they stayed safe.

  “I’ll go,” I said.

  “Really?” Kendra asked, sounding like she had been ready to argue.

  “Yes,” I confirmed.

  I didn’t really want to go for myself, never really thinking about BDSM as something I’d be into. The one and only thing on my mind was protecting the girls, who I couldn’t stop imagining screaming around ball-gags while they had all manner of unspeakable things done to them. I shuddered a bit. No, not for kids at all.

  “Great, I’ll pick you up around nine, just to make sure we get there early enough. Selection starts at the gate, where he chooses who gets in. See ya then.”

  Before I could say anything, Kendra hung up, and I was left to wonder just what the hell I’d done.

  Darren

  The time ticked by, both fast and slow. The anticipation built at the same time as it was becoming unbearable.

  There were only a few hours left until the party. As usual, I was in my private bar lounge.

  I wasn’t hiding. Not in the strictest sense. I just loved the solitude as I went over the plan again in my head.

  The party was private. Only those who already knew about it had any chance of getting in. It helped to keep things quiet. I wasn’t ashamed. Shame was an emotion that I wasn’t wired to feel.

  Of course, the regulars at the club knew it was happening, though it was also my chance to do something similar but different. The year before and the one before that had been great successes. More
women were showing up each year.

  Though there was an interesting trend of me showing up for a place in my “stag pen.” A hand selected group of males were given the honor of fucking the women I wasn’t interested in. The men tended to be drawn from the lottery.

  The women not chosen by me or to be serviced by the stag pen were put to work cleaning and serving food and alcohol. Always fully or at least partially nude. It was always interesting to see how many women would turn up at my gates at 10:30 wanting to get in.

  I was also beginning to get somewhat sour on the whole thing, though it was a good release, in addition to being a way to find new models for the magazine. Most people were surprised when I went from modelling into publishing, but I’d found it a fairly natural progression. As well something of a promotion of position.

  I get bored easily though, so to me, it was only natural. Just like I didn’t normally do anything with the same woman for longer than an hour.

  I didn’t like to admit it, even to myself, but I was getting to feel fairly lonely. It would be wonderful to find someone who could be more than a temporary playmate. And yet I had no idea what that would be like, since I had never tried it.

  “Have the shipments come in?” I asked the bartender.

  “Yes, sir. The alcohol as well as the other accessories.”

  “Good,” I said, fishing off the drink.

  It was time for me to make my grand appearance. The congregation of females were already gathered at the gates, waiting to see who will be chosen for a night of sexy, Halloween-themed debauchery.

  I smiled to think about the array of women who had shown up. Taking a glance in the mirror, I confirmed that I looked good. Though my hair was going a white-ish gray at the ends, I still had a thick head of it. Besides which, my silver-blue eyes always drove women wild.

  I was older than most of the bright young things that turned up at my gate. Many of them topped out in their late 20s, while I was 41. It was fine, though, because I liked younger women.

  I enjoyed giving a virgin a new experience.

  But these days it was getting harder and harder to find one new enough to satisfy my liking.

  I wondered if someone fascinating might turn up.

  I could really use a nice Halloween treat tonight.

  Chapter Two

  Simone

  I stripped off my work clothes as I came through the door of my apartment, still barely able to believe what I’d agreed to. I never went to Halloween parties. As a teacher, I had a reputation to uphold and rarely even went to the movies.

  Yet, I’d just agreed to go to a strange, kinky party at a billionaire’s mansion? I must have been crazy to say yes, though it was too late to back out at that point. Not with my innocent students potentially going.

  Someone had to keep them from getting into too much trouble. After heating an organic TV dinner, I went to see what I might have to wear to someone like that.

  It was nearing 9:00 and I was looking at myself in the mirror. The black sequined dress really wasn’t that immodest. Just a lot more for fitting and revealing that I was used to. I hadn’t worn anything really sexy in years. It was strange, but I was actually turned on.

  Lying down on the bed, my hand found its way into my panties and I started stroking my wet pussy. My mind wandered and I imagined an older guy, early forties, still handsome and with his wealth shown in his clothing.

  I imagined him putting me over his lap like a bad girl and spanking me hard on my bare ass while paying with my pussy. Then, spreading my lips and stretching out my asshole, he dove in, devouring my pussy.

  Right when I was about to cum, he denied me my orgasm and put me on my knees. Slapping my ass with his big hard cock, he then buried it inside, fucking my ass deep as he choked me from behind as the lovely man took gentle control of my body.

  I couldn’t move but I didn’t need to. All I had to do was relent and allow him to do as he liked.

  I came like crazy both in my head and on the bed. A new aspect of myself was coming into focus. I had wanted to lose my virginity for a long time, but I had never envisioned anything so rough and kinky. Perhaps I would like BDSM?

  After smoothing out the bottom of my dress, I washed my hands and looked in the mirror again. I never dressed in a sexy way, my everyday clothes homely and proper as well as a little nerdy. Compared to that, the dress made me look like a stripper. A classy stripper, but a stripper just the same. The dress highlighted my curves, hugging my hourglass figure in all the right places. I was definitely taking a walk on the wild side tonight.

  I’d started to debate with myself whether it was really a good idea to go when I got a text from Kendra saying she’d arrived at my place to pick me up. I still wasn’t sure it was a good idea, but I didn’t have time for second thoughts. I took a breath and tried to focus on the girls, my students, and how I needed to try and protect them.

  The streets were packed. Even with the late hour, there were still trick or treaters making the rounds and older kids going from one site of mischief to another. In the end, it took nearly an hour to get close to the mansion. Not least because of its secluded location.

  A truly massive thing, it looked as though it had its own woods around it. The closer it got to 10:30, the more agitated Kendra became. Particularly after her so-called “digital assistant” managed to get us lost in the surrounding covered hills of the mansion.

  The only reason we were able to find the right house at all was because it was decked out like a Haunted House. The female mob at the gates was a sure-fire giveaway, too. Before we were even parked correctly, Kendra was out of the car and all but dragging me up to the entrance.

  The area was already pretty packed. The lower part of the gates was barely visible through the throng.

  “Great, we’re probably not going to get in now.”

  Despite the risk of utter failure, at least in Kendra’s mind, she still dragged me along as she searched for a good spot near the gates.

  My concentration was taken from Kendra when I heard some voices that I recognized. The girls were there, trying to get in. Despite my warnings that it wasn’t a good idea.

  I nearly marched over there to tell them to go home. Right before I realized it wouldn’t be a good idea for them to know I was here. No matter how heroic or righteous my intentions, it could get me in a lot of trouble. My reputation would be ruined, not least because of how I was dressed.

  I snuck a glimpse at them, staying hidden among the crowd. They were dressed in what they thought were sexy outfits but which, if anything, made them look like exactly what they were. Silly little girls trying to be grown up.

  The sound of the door attracted everyone’s attention and before I knew it, Kendra was pulling me forward into the crush of bodies, trying to get close to the gates.

  He had come out of the mansion and was wandering casually from the entryway to his mansion to the wrought iron gates like it was just another Tuesday. He was so hot I couldn’t help thinking about what I wanted him to do to my body. Which basically came down to whatever the hell he wanted.

  “Welcome,” he said, as he approached his fan club of eager women, “I hope a lucky few of you will be able to join me.”

  There was screaming and crying like it was a Justin Beiber concert as he got close to the gates, all the while fixing those beautiful blue eyes on us. It was like he was already considering possible participants.

  Slowly, he began to make his selections, opening the gate for each of the women he chose to be let through. Each time a woman was selected, the rest pushed forward to take her place, begging to be picked. I wanted him to pick me, but I didn’t want to be vocal about it.

  It felt insane. The women who got picked screaming with joy, as those still left behind the gate started to panic. Kendra dragged me closer to the gates as space was made, even though it was starting to get worse than a Black Friday crowd waiting to storm the doors of a store as soon as it opened.

  My hea
rt sank as I saw the girls. They were up at the gate, begging him to be picked. He went right up to them, and I was horrified he might just do it.

  “Sorry girls, you’re a bit too young. Though you two can try again next year.”

  Relief came out in a mighty whoosh as my heart returned to its normal beating speed. He wasn’t fooled at all, despite their best efforts to look mature. He seemed to have picked up on their too-young-to-be-there vibe and done the right thing. Which was pretty much what I had hoped would happen if they chose to show up.

  Kendra kept pulling me to the gates as I tried my best to stay out of view of the girls. I could hear them talking about trying to get into a bar. Though that didn’t seem like it would out much better. Basically, they were safe.

  More women were selected. Each of them was impossibly beautiful. I recognized a few of them from the papers. The tabloids, to be specific. Most of them were heiresses and socialites of some description.

  A standout was Diana Grayson. Her bright red bob and Alexander McQueen dress were unmistakable, even from the distance I was at. I was surprised she would take the risk of coming here. Particularly with how much the paparazzi loved to hound her.

  We were almost at the front of the line. Kendra pushed me forward, up against the bars. I locked eyes with him, and he actually looked happy to see me. Even though we’d never met. It sent chills of fear and excitement all over me and I desperately wanted him to pick me and to do anything and everything with me tonight at his mansion.

  Darren

  She was impossible to miss, shoved up against the bars by the usual throng. Already, I felt a strange attraction to her. Like a magnetic pull.

  There was a touch of fear in her deep, green eyes, as well as defiance. Always a good combination.

  I could tell she was a feisty one and it made me want her badly. My cock was hard and aching for her.

  “I would love for you to come and join me,” I said, opening the gate and guiding her through.