After Colin was onboarded, I found my time with Sophie different; she liked two cocks better than one, so it seemed. Dad didn't seem to be going away as much, certainly no weekends away, and I realised, as well as Sophie did, that sharing their bed wouldn't be on the agenda for a long while. I was chatting with Sophie whilst fucking her at 6;30 in my bedroom. I found that I preferred to fuck her somewhere Dad could not see on the CCTV.
I wanted more, and she told me I needed to get out to Georgio's with her or alone. The following Thursday night, the last one before I went home for Easter. Dad had a dinner thing that would keep him out most of the evening. We would go straight after work and be home by ten. I was dubious because most clubs hadn't gotten going until then. She laughed and told me sex was an anytime sort of thing. Very specifically, a lot of ladies go to Georgio's straight from work, get fucked and go back to their husbands.
Sophie explained that Georgio's was predominantly there for women, focussing on their needs and timetable. To have great sex, you don't need to have dinner first or get a few drinks in. Sure, have a drink whilst you work out who is available, then do the deed, or do it twice with two different guys. Sophie asked me to meet her at her workplace; we would walk there together as it was only half a mile. If it were raining, we would get a cab. She told me what to wear.
She also gave me a small package to bring. She didn't want to take it to work. So we met and arrived at Georgio's around 6 pm. Making sure I flashed my black card at the doorman, he validated it suspiciously, and we went inside. I thought that Sophie was somewhat incorrectly dressed for the club, given our previous visits when she had something slinky and sexy on. All she seemed to be wearing that were appropriate were her shoes, which were tall and sexy.
This time, we went straight into the VIP area on the right, with only a few people in it and got some drinks at the bar. Sophie then showed me how it worked, using both my app and hers. They worked differently, but it made sense once I compared them. Both were filtered to automatically pick up the internal wifi, and looking at hers, I could see my profile right at the front (highest stars and a 'friend'); in the same way, she showed up first on mine.
I figured there were around forty to fifty people in the club and roughly split two to one, men to women, meaning I saw sixteen female profiles, some of whom had stars and others with additional currency marks. Sophie explained that for guys, there were three types of women available. There were those looking for straight, uncomplicated sex, of which there were five that I could choose from. Three were under thirty, and two were over. Then, some charged something.
This varied from straight hookers who met here and went on to a hotel room for large sums. Then, at the other end, single mothers expected their dinner, drinks and cab fares to be paid for, plus a little tip. These seemed like single figures, but they kept appearing and disappearing. Sophie explained that only two or three were here; most advertised their wares in the area, maybe even from their office. They would arrive and hook up if they got a match with a guy here.
Lastly, there were five women, Sophie amongst them, looking for something unique. Some wanted two guys for a threesome, Sophie. Others were here as a couple, looking for someone to fuck the wife whilst the husband watched. For women, it was pretty straightforward; there were just guys; they had star ratings and numbers. Every time you fucked someone, even the hookers, the guys were rated. And there were often comments, both positive and negative.
The more and higher stars you had, the more chance you got to hook up. Sophie explained she only picked four and five-star guys with at least ten ratings unless they were vouched for by someone she knew. Most of the straight-sex women were the same. So as a guy, you generally had to pay for sex at first, make sure you were a good lay even to a hooker and build up your star rating. After a while, say six or ten visits, you had a chance at a freebie.
As long as you kept up your standards and didn't blow it, you could have the 200+, 5-star rating your father has. Paul is always on top of practically all the girls' lists. Except the hookers because they only look for newbies and guys who have been here for a few hours and are getting desperate. Sophie explained that as a girl, she has filters and is given options on ten guys maximum. She can see them in the flesh and check their pictures before agreeing to match up.
Nobody in their right mind would turn Sophie down, but she often did threesomes only, and some guys didn't like the competition. She pointed out that I didn't have to trawl through the app tonight because her friend Paula would arrive soon. Also, Georgio will be in later and can hook you up with a fellow VIP. We have this section: the people here have experience and are often looking for something Georgio needs to help you work out.
At that point, Sophie explained that the conversations were over because Paula was here, and she came over to where we were. I was sent off to get her a drink. When I returned, introductions were made. Paula had known Sophie for years, and although she was married, her husband was happy for her to hook up with me. I was a little surprised as she was dressed in the same office clothes as Sophie was, even wearing trousers, nothing sexy except her shoes.
Paula was honoured; she said to be my first date in the club, and after ten or so minutes of chatter, Sophie explained she had hooked up her dates, and it was time to go downstairs. I was instructed to stay here for around ten minutes and then go to the bouncer on the staircase. I was to ignore the queue of guys there and show him my black card for instant access. The two women grabbed their drinks, handbags and coats and walked to the ladies.
I didn't wait long as I wanted to see downstairs, so after a few minutes, I went to the barrier and showed my black card. The bouncer was again sceptical; he ran it through the scanner, and I was let through, much to the annoyance of the three guys waiting there. When I got downstairs, it was nothing like the ample open space of my last visit. The small bar area directly faced me from the bottom of the staircase, with a couple of tables and chairs in a dance area where nobody was dancing.
On one side of the bar were the gents, and on the other were the ladies' toilets, which seemed larger. On the other three walls, front and back, and behind the staircase, were loads of cubicles. They had two walls and a velvet curtain on the front. There were hooks for clothes on the back wall. In most cases, the curtains were open and tied back, but on five, they were drawn, and the odd cry of pleasure came through despite the music being played quite loud.