How I got these guys to talk me into going to a club with them, I'll never understand. But one thing is for sure: I better thank them for it because it turned out to be the best experience of my life.

First off, my name's Lorin Johnson, born and raised in New York City. I'm twenty-five- in the prime of my life my uncle keeps telling me- and gloriously single. Okay, maybe not so gloriously. I've been searching for that one woman, just one that can leave an impression on me that won't fade away after the sheets have cooled. So far, no candidates. That is, until that night. Here's how it all happened.

It was a typical Friday night after work when we all got together. I thought we were just going out for a couple drinks, shoot the shit for a little while, then we'd call it a night. As it turned out, my boy Mike had other plans.

"Lorin, up for something a little different tonight?" Mike asked me. He had this mischievous grin on his face that made me immediately suspicious.

"Man, what are you thinking?" I wondered aloud, swallowing a mouthful of beer. "Today was long enough. I'm ready to just head home and sleep."

"Sleep? God, I thought you were more adventurous than that," tsked Mike. Adventurous?

I got a little curious about his secretive plans. Just what did he have in mind?

"Alright, Mike. Spill it."

He drew in closer to me and began to speak very low. "I was talking to this chick at the office and she told me about a club downtown that she and her girlfriend go to," he started, but held up a hand when my eyebrows practically took flight. "It's not a gay club, per se. It's pretty mixed. Lots of eligible, straight women there from what I hear."

"A club? You know I don't do clubs, Mike. That scene is played out," I said, shaking my head. "What's so special about this place compared to all the hundreds of other clubs in New York?"

Mike sat up, reaching for his now tepid drink. "I guarantee that you'll walk out of that club with a woman ready to grace your bed. Guarantee," he repeated emphatically. I got his point, but how in the hell could he make such a bold statement? He had something up his sleeve.

"You know something, Mike? Sometimes you can be so full of shit!" I said, laughing my ass off at what he was saying. "Just to prove you wrong, I'm gonna go." My beer was nearly done, so I took a quick swig to finish it off. "Whenever you're ready."

Mike looked behind him to the other three guys that would be coming with us. They were just sitting around talking and drinking. He nodded to himself, looking back at me. "Another hour. That should be enough time for us to make our way down."

An hour passed in the blink of an eye and suddenly we were in front of a pair of renovated buildings with huge lofts in it on the western end of Chinatown. I knew there were lots of clubs down here, but nothing like what Mike described. I was dressed pretty casually considering we were still in work clothes, just your basic pair of black pants and a navy blue short sleeved shirt. It was a good thing too that I had gone for that haircut the day before. Not that I'm a vain guy or anything.

The doors to the place opened around eleven, shady looking cargo doors that required two bouncer types to open it up. Out came two of the most gorgeous women I'd ever seen in my life. They were Japanese twins wearing next to nothing, floating around skirts so short they didn't even cover their asses. And the tops they had were cut short to show their soft-looking stomachs and tantalizing breasts. How do I know they were Japanese? Try speaking the language then you'd know. Mike nudged me with his elbow, alluding to the Japanese chicks. I gave him a look like to say 'Yeah, I get it… now lay off', but it just went straight over his head.
The cover was pretty steep for a relatively unknown club, a whopping $40. It should have bothered me, but I'm a working man so I didn't sweat it too much. I plopped the money in the hands of the girl on the right and said a pleasant 'thank you' in Japanese. Her glossy lips turned into a grin at my native-sounding accent.

"You speak Japanese?" she questioned me, her dark eyes intensely surveying my form after I nodded. I'm a pretty well-built guy, not a bodybuilder type but I can hold my own. She licked her lips then glanced around me to her twin and said, "Mayami, he's a hottie!" In twin fashion, Mayami did the same lip-licking routine her sister did moments before upon looking at me.

"Catch me and my sister later. We'll be here until three," she winked at me, pushing me into the darkness of the club entrance.

Mike laughed uncontrollably when I wiped a bead of sweat from my forehead. "See, man? It starts already."

There was something devilish about the club itself. The huge hall was complete dark with the exception of the flashing strobe lights and atmospheric whiteness illuminating the bar across the room. The scent of sex was already present, that thick odor lingering in the air. House music made the room seem like it was pulsating and I couldn't help but get caught up in the rhythmic sensation that I felt with each blast of bass.

"Want a drink, Lorin? Help ya loosen up the dance I know you've got in you," joked Mike, making his way through the growing mass of people on the dance floor to the other side of the room. I reluctantly followed, trudging through a strange mixture of men dancing with men, women dancing with women and the straight mixture in between. Before we hit the bar, I saw a woman dancing alone on the floor, gorgeous Asian woman with long black hair. Our eyes met for a brief moment, but the kind of brief that made me stop in wonder at her sensual movements. It felt like she was dancing just for me, that scantily clad body gyrating with the motion of the music, her skirt riding high on her thighs without a care in the world. She was amazing.

The drink, Lorin. I had to remind myself that Mike was waiting at the bar. We broke eye contact and I went to have my drink. My damn near ten dollar drink. Everyone else had already gone their separate ways, in search of the ever elusive booty. But damn, Mike had to be right. My eyes gazed over the crowd and one by one, I caught sight of the guys each with a woman, if not two, dancing with them. There was no way this many eligible women were in the City, all in one spot for this one night.

"Believe it, amigo. This is a gold mine of ass," Mike said succinctly. He had such a way with words. "Go on, man. I saw that chick you were scoping out."

Little did he know, I was going to leave him before he gave me 'permission' to head out and find that woman I made eye contact with. I finished up my drink, leaving Mike to look on at my search. Funny thing about him, he already had a woman at home waiting for him. Why he did this matchmaking shit was beyond me.

The music was mesmerizing, changing from house to trance music that raver's like so much. I'm pretty into trance music even though I don't go clubbing anymore, so when it started up, I was feeling it all through my body, my shoulders loosening up and arms waving raver style.

My eyes must have been closed because when I opened them back up, that elusive Asian beauty was in front of me, dancing with me. She had unbuttoned my shirt, leaving my chest completely bare and open to perusal. At that moment, I didn't really care what she did to me. Wordlessly, she turned around and began to grind her butt into my groin, keeping rhythm with the music. Her arms lifted around my neck somehow since she was quite short, drawing me closer to her body. I wrapped one arm around her slim waist and drew her even closer, my erection getting harder by the minute. Brazenly, she took my other hand and pressed it to her breast, urging me to feel what I could of her body.

I usually attracted average to larger sized women, so this slender beauty was a bit of a shock. Her breasts were petite, but the nipples… oh her nipples were so large and erect, my mouth began to salivate. Her rhythm changed slightly and almost psychically I followed her lead. It amazed me how assertive and bold she was. That was something I'd always wanted in a woman but never found, someone that knew what the fuck they wanted and wasn't afraid to take it. She was definitely one of those.

When she turned around, I was surprised by the tattoo on her cheek of a blue butterfly. I usually don't like tattoos on women, but it looked so sexy on her, especially with her face frenzied with desire. I probably could have just had her right there on the floor, but I had a little more finesse than that. We danced like that for nearly an hour, the time flying by as the music went from song to song nonstop. She teased my dick for what seemed like forever, with her ass, with her hands and by God, when she went down on her knees and pressed her face into it, working her way up my body with her hands and form, it was borderline insanity. She smiled knowingly then pulled on my ear so that she could whisper to me.

"I want you," she whispered, taking my earlobe into her mouth. This woman stumbled onto one of my most erogenous regions, playfully teasing my lobe with her tongue. Thankfully, she released her iron hold on my libido. "Let's go to the sex hall on the other side."

"The what?" I couldn't believe she had actually said those words.

Refusing to elaborate, she grabbed my hand tightly and we made our way through the mass of people up the stairs and through another doorway. The second we entered, I saw nothing but naked bodies engaging in every kind of sex imaginable. The room was spacious so people could have enough room to do what they had to do, but it was a communal type of activity. Everyone could see everything you were doing.

"I don't know about this, sweetheart," I whispered in her ear. Surprisingly, she didn't seem offended, but instead turned around and challenged me.

"Don't you want a little adventure? Think only of me and you will be fine," she assured.

I would have felt a little more comfortable if I had known her name, so I told her just as much. She seemed okay with supplying her name.

"My name is Aya," she said with a smile. "And you?"

"Lorin," I responded. "It's Lorin."

We made our way over to an empty, unused sleeping area. It wasn't quite a bed, but instead a deeply cushioned area on the floor that was comfortable enough to sleep on or for that matter, have sex on too. Being in this room, we both knew what was coming so there was no need for any prelude.

Animal-like, she pounced me, jumping into my arms all the while wrapping her legs around my hips. She weighed practically nothing, so holding her up wasn't a test of strength. Suddenly, I felt a warm wetness against my pants and quickly realized that she wasn't wearing any underwear. Good God…

For the first time, I grabbed the back of her head and brought her lips to mine. Our bodies were still entranced by the loud trance still playing downstairs, lips moving in perfect rhythm. My senses were beginning to disappear completely as she disrobed, first the bra contraption she wore to barely conceal her breasts, then I let her down to take off her skirt. She was a vision of wonderment, all soft skin and slender body, with breasts that were surprisingly larger than I had imagined. She smiled almost shyly, but reached for my clothing to disrobe me.

With no shame whatsoever, it all came flying off, bouncing off of the wall directly behind us. Something possessed me right away, the need greater than mine to slam into her. I wanted to get my tongue deep inside, taste all those juices that escaped onto my pants. Her scent was heady and I had to take charge. She was surprised when I lifted her up and braced her against the wall, her legs wrapping around my shoulders while I delved literally head first into her moist folds. Her mound was blazing hot, juices searing my tongue and branding me. She grabbed my head, pulling me deeper, letting loose a soul-binding scream as she climaxed in my arms. It was amazing, feeling her become undone. Aya's whole body convulsed uncontrollably, her sharp nails drawing blood from my neck and upper back as she held on for dear life. When she had calmed a bit, I let her down to her own two feet only to see the light of lust beaming in her eyes.

It took no thought at all when she dropped to her knees and took my dick into her mouth. Who had time or desire to think when her mouth was doing tricks I had never dreamed of? Her mouth did this delicate sucking and blowing thing that drove me wild, not to mention how skilled her tongue was. As if she'd been doing it with me all her life, she knew when I was going to come. I could sense it. But amazingly, she didn't turn her head away from me and in fact, wanted me to come in her mouth. Her eyes, amazing depths of darkness, looked up at me and then her head nodded. She was truly the first woman to want me to come in her mouth. That kind of thing just didn't happen every day. Her fingers didn't lay idle as she played with my balls, rolling them gently with her fingertips, creeping around to play with my ass. She pressed a fingertip against my sphincter and suddenly the explosion I had been holding back came forth uncontrolled, bursting my hot liquid deep into her mouth. I held her mouth there for a moment, savoring her warmth before she moved away to spit it all out as I expected her to. Instead she proved me wrong again, swallowing it all then proceeding to suck me dry.

"God…" I muttered, dragging her ravenous mouth away so that I could recover a moment. "That was fucking unbelievable!"

"Lorin…" she mouthed, the music being too loud for either of them to hear each other clearly. "I want you inside me. NOW."

My eyes lit up, my staff making a cameo appearance for this performance. It took a mere second or two before she climbed up my body to straddle me. I pressed her back against the wall, her arms wrapped loosely around my neck and her breasts pressed tightly against the wall of my chest. Intent on feeling as much pleasure as possible, Aya rubbed her nipples against the sparse hairs on my chest, against my hardened nipples. I groaned at the sensation, then reached between her legs to play mercilessly with her clitoris. She shuddered at the contact, on the brink of yet another orgasm. I couldn't wait any longer.

No prelude was necessary, so I surged into her full blast. She was tight, but comfortably so. Her warm wetness made me feel like I was right at home, my thrusts moving in line with the beat of the music, her moans pushing us both to the brink. I felt the sweat begin to pour from our bodies, all the sex and music running their full course through our systems. Her eyes called to mine, begging me to watch her in all her orgasmic glory. Not once did her eyes leave mine. It was eerie, watching her intense stare consume my whole essence. Finally her eyes closed, my thrusts growing faster and more concentrated. It only took another couple of lunges into her heat for her to come again, this time inner contractions pulsating against my cock uncontrollably. It was too much for me, my emotions running rampant and disappearing into the night. I came like I never have, screams erupting from my mouth, my dick plunging so deep into her I thought I'd vanish.

I slumped against the wall, holding her affectionately close to my body in the aftermath. To my surprise, she stood to don her clothing again.

"Where are you going so soon?" I asked curiously, not sure of what to think about all this now.

"I have to go and perform. Will you come and watch?" she asked softly. The music had dimmed to a lull just as she spoke, then grew loud again. She held out her hand in invitation, hope evident in her eyes and in her smile. There was no way I could resist a performance of hers. I felt strangely possessive of her though, which was something I knew I shouldn't be feeling considering it being a club. I just couldn't help it and I think she knew that too.

Once I was dressed again, she took me to a spot on the floor that was slightly elevated, then she disappeared back into the crowd. Her muted words, "Stay here until I come back", did seem to provide some reassurance.

About ten minutes passed before the music died down to another lull and the DJ got on the microphone.

"All right everybody, here's to our highlight of the evening, the one you've all been waiting for… The Raving Queen!" he boomed, starting another track.

Lo and behold, a round cage was lowered from the ceiling and inside was Aya dancing in a leopard thong and bra. In her hands were glow sticks, with which she used in her alluring routine. She mesmerized every man in the audience, especially me. I watched her carefully, noting how her eyes never seemed to reach out into the audience. She looked like she was dancing with herself. Then, when I didn't expect it, her eyes caught mine and a blazing promise was exchanged between us. It was then I knew the seriousness of her desire, of her conviction. After that, I could see the difference in her movements, her hair wildly flying around her, a leg rising with the music and her hands lowering to her thighs and ass when the music lulled.

Her performance was over too soon, but I was glad when she returned to me with a smile. A sexy sheen of sweat covered her entire body. Sexy just wasn't enough to describe her. Alluring, perhaps. Captivating.

There was only one word for her, I thought. She was woman.

"Shall we go?" she asked, slipping her arm through mine. "Your place?"

I grinned wickedly. Damn you, Mike. You keep winning and I'm gonna owe you a lot more than drinks. "My place. Let's get you something to wear…"

"Out front. The twins have my stuff. Of course you saw them," Aya said with a smile. She patted my ass affectionately, guiding us out of the club. Sure enough, the twins were still there.

"Aw, Aya. That's not fair! I saw him first," the first twin from earlier pouted.

"You mean WE, Reiko, don't you?" Mayami asked, hands on hips in defiance.

"Hey, don't fuss about it," Aya said with a smile. "There's a whole lot of Lorin to go around, right?" She looked at me with sparkles in her eye. The woman had a thirst for the wild side. Keeping up with her would be a challenge, one that I was more than happy to strive for.

"Let's do it!" I agreed, watching Aya put on her skirt to conceal a little bit of her fabulous body. The music kept going and by that time Mike had returned home to his wife, but my night was just beginning.

Curious to know what happened? As it turned out, Aya's quite the upstanding citizen and the two of us are pretty serious these days. Besides, she's still the hottest ticket at the club except that she's now mine. Ain't nothing wrong with that.