Elisa adjusted her blonde curls in the mirror one last time. Her navy dress hugged her figure perfectly, just professional enough but with a touch of allure. She had always been confident, but her new assignment had her feeling a little nervous. An exclusive club for women? The details were vague, and that only made her more curious. After all, she’d covered a swinger’s club last year and survived, hadn’t she?
She stepped out of the taxi and walked toward the building. It was discreet, no sign out front, just a single brass door with a sleek knocker shaped like a rose. She knocked twice, and soon the door opened.
A woman stood there, tall and elegant, with dark hair tied back into a bun. Her fitted black suit made her look like a CEO. “Elisa, I presume?” she said with a warm smile.
“Yes, that’s me!” Elisa smiled back, suddenly feeling like the temperature had risen by a few degrees.
“Welcome to the Velvet Room,” the woman said, stepping aside to let her in. The interior was stunning—plush red carpets, dim golden lighting, and an air of exclusivity. “I’m Claudia. I own the club.”
Elisa shook her hand, noticing how soft Claudia’s touch was. “Thank you for agreeing to the interview!” she said, following her through the lounge, where a few women were seated in groups, laughing quietly over cocktails.
Claudia led her to a private room upstairs. It had velvet couches, a low table, and a bottle of wine already waiting. “I thought this would be more comfortable,” Claudia said, pouring them each a glass.
“Very,” Elisa replied, sitting down and pulling out her notepad. “So, how did you come up with the idea for the Velvet Room?”
Claudia sat across from her, crossing her legs with an ease that Elisa found mesmerizing. “I wanted to create a space where women could feel free. No judgment. A place to explore, to connect… It’s not just about intimacy; it’s about empowerment.”
Elisa scribbled down notes, nodding. “It’s such a fascinating concept. But you don’t… participate yourself?” she asked, tilting her head curiously.
Claudia laughed softly, her eyes sparkling. “Not anymore! It was a rule I made for myself years ago.” She sipped her wine, then added with a playful smirk, “Though I have to admit, some women make me reconsider.”
Elisa felt her cheeks flush. Was Claudia flirting with her? She wasn’t sure, but the way Claudia’s gaze lingered made her heart beat faster. “And what makes you reconsider?” she asked, her voice a little softer now.
Claudia leaned back, her smile growing. “Someone who’s confident. Curious. Gorgeous.” She let the words hang in the air.
Elisa swallowed hard, her pulse racing. “Well, I’m sure you meet a lot of women like that,” she said, trying to keep her voice steady.
“Not quite like you!” Claudia said, standing and moving closer. She sat down beside Elisa, their knees almost touching. “I can’t ignore the chemistry between us, can you?”
Elisa’s breath caught as Claudia reached out, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “No,” she whispered.
The tension between them was electric. When Claudia leaned in, Elisa didn’t hesitate. Their lips met in a kiss that quickly deepened, full of passion and need. Elisa felt Claudia’s hands move down her back, pulling her closer, and all thoughts of professionalism melted away.
The kiss deepened, their breaths mingling as the space between them disappeared. Elisa felt Claudia’s hand cradle the back of her neck, fingers threading through her blonde curls as their lips moved together in perfect rhythm. There was something intoxicating about Claudia’s confidence, the way she led with gentle control but still left room for Elisa to respond, to explore.
Claudia’s lips trailed down to Elisa’s jawline, her touch featherlight, sending shivers across Elisa’s skin. Elisa tilted her head back, surrendering to the moment as Claudia’s mouth found the delicate curve of her neck. The room seemed to grow warmer, the soft glow of the lights casting golden hues over them as the world outside faded away.
Elisa’s hands moved tentatively at first, resting on Claudia’s waist, feeling the smooth fabric of her tailored suit. As Claudia’s lips pressed against her collarbone, Elisa let out a soft sigh and found herself pulling the other woman closer, her fingers sliding up to the nape of Claudia’s neck. The scent of Claudia’s perfume—something rich and floral—filled her senses, grounding her in the moment yet making her feel utterly weightless.
Claudia pulled back slightly, her dark eyes meeting Elisa’s. “You’re even more beautiful up close,” she murmured, her voice low and sultry.
Elisa blushed, but the intensity of Claudia’s gaze emboldened her. She reached for Claudia’s blazer, her hands steady now as she slid it off her shoulders. Claudia smiled approvingly and leaned in again, capturing Elisa’s lips once more, this time with more urgency. Their movements became bolder, their hands exploring each other’s curves, their breathing quickening in sync.
Claudia eased Elisa back onto the plush velvet couch, her movements fluid and deliberate. The soft texture of the cushions contrasted with the firm pressure of Claudia’s touch, and Elisa felt herself melt under her. Every kiss, every caress was unhurried, as if Claudia wanted to savor every moment, and Elisa found herself doing the same. Her fingers traced the contours of Claudia’s shoulders, her back, memorizing the shape of her.
When Claudia leaned down to kiss the hollow of her throat, Elisa’s breath hitched. “You feel incredible,” Elisa whispered, her voice trembling with both nerves and excitement.
“So do you,” Claudia replied, her voice like silk. Her hands moved with expertise, brushing over Elisa’s skin in a way that left a trail of warmth in their wake. The intimacy between them felt electric yet deeply comforting, a connection that neither of them could deny.
The room seemed to pulse with the intensity of their shared energy, every touch and kiss drawing them closer together. Time ceased to exist as they lost themselves in each other, their movements guided by instinct and desire.
Moments later, Claudia’s tongue expertly traced Elisa’s labia. Her lips curled back the edges as she tasted Elisa’s silky smooth pussy. The tip of her tongue lapped upwards before tracing down one side and back up the other. Elisa moaned loudly while tugging at her own nipples.
Claudia looked up into her eyes, her mouth glistening with Elisa’s juices. “This isn’t the first pussy I have eaten, but it is one of the best,” Claudia mouthed. Elisa smiled and nodded, her eyes begging Claudia to continue.
Claudia’s tongue indicated no desire to stop as it pushed its way inside Elisa’s pussy again. She screamed with pleasure as Claudia started to apply gentle pressure on her bladder. Spurred on by Elisa’s reaction, Claudia slid her middle finger inside, curling it upwards to tap her spot over and over and over. Her lips then closed around Elisa’s clit as she started to suck. Elisa’s eyes rolled back into her head as waves of pleasure crashed through her body. She screamed for the second time in minutes as Claudia made her cum.
Elisa was never one for religion, but Claudia’s mouth and fingers started to make her believe in a higher sexual power. “What was… wow… so good… fuck!” Elisa struggled to speak as her heart pounded in her chest.
“That was only the first orgasm that you will have today,” Claudia said as she grinned from ear to ear. “I might be going out on a limb here, but a gorgeous woman like you must have a boyfriend. Am I right?”
Slightly confused, Elisa nodded to indicate that she did in fact have a boyfriend.
Claudia’s grin widened. “You will love what I am going to do next!”
Claudia got up to pull something out of a drawer. Elisa couldn’t see exactly what it was as Claudia had turned her back to her. When she turned around, Elisa gasped as she now realised why Claudia asked if she had a boyfriend. Claudia walked towards the edge of the bed, gently stroking a penis made out of silicone. Her finger beckoned Elisa to come closer and turn around.
“I can’t let you leave without having fucked you, really fucked you!”
Claudia gently ran the tip along Elisa’s wet lips, ensuring that it was nice and slick before she eased it inside her. Elisa closed her eyes as Claudia started to build a rhythm. “Elisa, your pussy feels amazing like this!”
Claudia’s hands gently clapped Elisa’s ass as she thrust more firmly. Elisa’s toes flexed and curled as she balled her hands into fists.
“Oh Claudia, you are so good at that!” Elisa screamed. The giggles she heard next made it clear that it was louder than expected. If anything, the giggling only encouraged Claudia to pick up the pace. She reached for Elisa’s shoulders and pulled her towards her. Every thrust brought Elisa closer and closer to the edge. She was right where Claudia wanted her to be.
“That’s it, Elisa, let yourself go!”
And that was exactly what she did. An orgasm, even more powerful than the first one, made Elisa shudder until she fell flat onto her stomach.
Hours later, Elisa sat in her apartment, staring at her laptop screen. The article was finished—professional, polished, and completely neutral. There wasn’t a single word about what had really happened. No mention of Claudia’s soft whispers or the way she’d made Elisa feel alive in a way she never had before. In a way not even her boyfriend could.
When the article went live, it quickly gained attention, praised as an insightful and bold piece of journalism. Elisa smiled as she read the comments, but her mind was elsewhere—thinking about Claudia when her phone buzzed. A text from her boss.
“I read your article. Beautifully written and exactly what our readers love. Do you like massages? There is this parlour called Hot Chocolate Rubs.”
