Marc 6: The Rules of Points Club
And…The Amazing Pussy Girl teams up with Captain Spandex to save the world.
“The first rule of Fight Club…”
Yeah, I’ve seen the movie. Thing is, it’s probably the first rule of any secret organization. You just don’t talk about it. So, here I am about to spill the beans, and let out all the secrets of Points Club. What’s the deal?
Well, that falls into the realm of: The best place to hide something is in plain sight.
Now, Points Club isn’t just in Bayside. It’s all over the world, with exotic sites that members can travel to (if they can afford it) that offer some very kinky offerings. So, there may even be a club in your city.
It was decided by the Points Club board of directors that it was not only okay, but desired, that I write about the club. Put it out there as fiction. The people stopping by my site and reading my posts would be people interested in sex anyway, and if someone actually believed Points Club was real and went looking for their local branch, it might just help expand the membership. In the long run, most people will never believe my stories are real, so the club would remain a secret.
So, if you’re looking to join this (wink, wink) fictional organization, find the sleaziest night club in your area and go see if that’s where all the beautiful people hang out. Good luck!
Here’s how Points Club works:
- You don’t talk about Points club. (you knew that one was coming)
- All members must be in good health (the group has its own doctors), fit, and good looking (judged by the local group at time of entry) Ages 21 to 45 (but there is a senior auxiliary group that you can graduate into.)
- You acquire points by taking part in someone’s sexual fantasy. Rooms and environments to accommodate said fantasies are available on a first-come, first-served basis. Special arrangements will be made if possible.
- Offerings are generated and points are awarded using the Point’s Club Application. (Yup, there’s an app for that.)
- You can spend your points to arrange your own sexual fantasy. Any acts deemed dangerous are always supervised (and cost extra points).
- Encounters can be arranged between members, or posted for any member to pick up in the app. In all cases, points MUST be exchanged for any sexual act.
- At no time can any member be forced into a situation they are uncomfortable with.
- Once completed, no participant in any fantasy ever talks about it. (Yup, they agreed to let members break this rule when talking to me.)
There’s also a long list of recommendations and guidelines, including safe words, use and maintenance of the building and equipment, etc. I don’t plan on getting into all the specifics. I just want to give you guys the lay of the land, because this is what I’m going to be writing about.
I’ve interviewed a few of the members already, and taken part in some fascinating encounters, so I’ve got plenty of stories to tell. Like the time Tina Atkins pulled me into a sexy superhero scenario.
Here’s that story:
Tina Atkins opened the Points Club app on her phone and began to enter a ticket. She had points available and a burning need for some man-meat between her thighs.
But she needed more than a straight fuck. She needed something that would catch the attention of Marc Stevens enough that he’d write one of his stories about her.
Let’s see…
She began typing into the scenario description.
The Amazing Pussy Girl seeks Captain Spandex for a superhero free-for-all. You pick your costume and your superpowers. There’s a menace loose in Gotham, and only a super fuck can save the world. 5 points.
Marc was a writer with a good imagination. Hopefully, that would pull him in, but she also specifically tagged him in the posting.
Something you might be interested in, Marc Stevens?
It only took him an hour to notice the posting and text her.
Marc Sevens — I’m in. Tonight at 7:00?
Tina smiled as she answered.
Tina Atkins — You’re on.
She found a black catsuit in the props closet just off the Points Club hookup lounge. She also grabbed up a plain black mask to put over her eyes from the collection of masks for their annual Masquerade Orgy Party.
She’d barely slipped into the outfit before Marc poked his head through the doorway.
“Pussy Girl,” he said. “The world needs you.”
Marc had gone all out. He wore a set of blue, tight-fitting, long underwear, high boots, and ski mask with red and white felt appliques. He even had a new, shiny trash can lid painted with red and white stripes and stars.
She couldn’t help but smile at his costume.
As she followed him through the public cocktail space for the club, the other members cheered.
Over the course of the day, the scenario had taken on a life of its own. Other members had contributed suggestions and offered to participate. Points had been exchanged as people wrote themselves into the story.
“Save us, Pussy Girl,” Alan Johnson cried in mock desperation. He had his arm around Vicky Majors.
Tina wondered what the two of them had planned for the evening.
Down the hallway where the private sex rooms were, Tina and Marc rushed through the ready room to the doorway of the grand chamber, room 5. This room was mostly used for larger group sessions and orgies.
Marc stopped in front of the doorway. “This could be dangerous. Watch yourself.” He released the handle, then kicked in the door.
They rushed in to find the room had been set up to look like a mad scientist’s lab. At a table filled with the contents of a child’s chemistry set, Ryan Priestly poured colored water from a test tube into a beaker. “My evil plan is almost complete!” he declared. “It just lacks the final ingredient.”
He wore a white lab coat and a ridiculous Albert Einstein type wig of white, disheveled hair.
“Give it up, Dr. Badguy,” Marc cried. “You’ll never prevail.”
Candy Cane stepped out of a small closet. “We’ve already won.”
Candy wore tight-fitting, red yoga pants and turtleneck, that highlighted her stunning figure. Belts crisscrossed her chest and held two holsters at her sexy hips. She pulled two Nerf guns from her holsters and began to fire, pummeling Tina and Marc with foam projectiles.
Marc blocked most of them with his trash can shield, but many got through, hitting her two targets.
“I’m stunned,” Tina cried out, dropping to the ground. Beside her, Marc also slumped.
“You walked right into my trap,” Ryan/Dr. Badguy announced. He walked over and picked up Tina, cradling her to his broad chest before depositing her on a padded bench.
“Take care of Captain Spandex,” he told Candy.
The smile that crossed Candy’s face was priceless. “With pleasure, Master.”
Ryan pulled the zipper in Tina’s catsuit opening the garment down her torso and exposing her breasts. He grasped each mound and thumbed her tight nipples.
Across the room, Candy had pulled Marc’s cock through the opening of the long underwear and was massaging him hard while fondling is balls.
Ryan released Tina’s breasts and pulled the catsuit down and off, leaving her naked except for the mask. He grabbed up a vibrating dildo from a nearby table and switched it on. “Once we’ve extracted your superhero essences, we’ll have everything we need to rule the world.”
He fingered her, getting her juices flowing. It didn’t take long to have her channel slick and ready. He manipulated her clitoris with his thumb as he inserted the dildo through her slick folds.
A wave of orgasmic vibrations cascaded through her core. “Oh, God!”
She risked a glance at Marc.
Candy already had his shaft deep down her throat. The sexy blonde was well known in the club as being a fellatio machine, bringing even the sturdiest of guys off in record time.
She’d better not bring him off. Tina wanted that reward for herself. After all, she was paying the points.
It was time to switch the dynamic.
She reached out and grasped Ryan’s crotch. His bold erection pulsed through the fabric of his slacks.
“You’re awake?” he said in mock surprise.
She gently squeezed his cock. “I’m in control now,” she proclaimed. “You’ll never extract my essence.”
The dildo was still inside her, vibrating and making her voice sound strange.
Retaining her grip on Ryan’s cock, she turned toward Candy. “And you, Tantalizing Titanna. Release Captain Spandex.”
She shot her hand out and Candy faked being hit by a force. She tumbled back, away from Mac, leaving his cock pointing straight up at the ceiling.
Candy picked herself up from the floor. “Quick Dr. Badguy, we must flee to our secret safe-house.”
They both exited the scene in a hurry, no doubt in a rush to get to the room they’d reserved for the rest of the evening.
Marc came up to her. “You saved my life and my superhero essence, Pussy Girl. How can I ever repay you?”
Tina pointed at the dildo. “You can take that out,” she said, then pointed at Marc’s cock, “and put that in.”
He chuckled. “I think that would be a super idea.”
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Intimately yours,
Marc Stevens
For more about Marc Stevens’ Points Club, check out Points Club 0.5 — That Girl Across the Hall. (A Points Club prequel. Available in print and Kindle ebook. (Also free to read on Kindle Unlimited.)
A lovers-to-friends reverse-trope erotic adventure.
When erotica author Marc Stevens moves to Bayside, his life is thrown into high gear. A mysterious stranger, a secret sex club, and a chance encounter with the beautiful woman who lives just across the hallway from his new apartment all combine to take Marc’s new life down a steamy, erotic trail.
When Amy Wicklund accidentally locks her keys in her apartment, Marc comes to her aid and the two are drawn to each other. The wild night that follows leads to complications that the two have to sort out in the morning. She’s on the rebound. He’s not looking for anything permanent. Can the two forge a Friends with benefits arrangement without any hang-ups?
Warning: 18+ Explicit sexual content.
Find it on Amazon here: https://books2read.com/u/bpaZLz
