Mistakes Were Made Chapter One: The Night Out

A night out with friends makes Thomas do some crazy things to get more information.

“I don’t know why I let you talk me into these things,” I stared at my friend Michael.

“Because you’re a loner,” Michael shrugged.

“What were you going to do tonight anyway?” Carl laughed.

“Play on his computer as usual,” James said.

“Fuck all of you!” I exclaimed while giving them the finger.

They weren’t wrong. Since Sylvia and I broke up, I have only played video games on my days off. Even when I worked, I came home and played all night.

The three of them had talked me into coming to a nightclub tonight, and I had to admit that the place wasn’t bad, apart from the drinks that were watered down.

Scantily clad women danced in glass cubes that came down from the ceiling anytime the songs changed. A different girl appeared in the cube for each song. I wondered how they did it, probably an attic above the club, where the girls got in and out of the large cubes.

The music was loud and suitable for a club like this, which was surprising as it wasn’t expensive to get in. However, I could have used a lot more alcohol in my drink.

“Let’s go,” Carl smiled as we stood up.

“Go where?” I asked.

“Come on,” Michael pushed me as we stood up.

We walked to the back of the club, where a long line of people stood.

“What’s this about?” I asked.

“You’ll see,” Carl smirked.

James grinned as the line moved.

“Receiving or giving?” the man asked as I got close.

“Oh, Thomas here,” Carl laughed. “He is definitely receiving.”

“That way,” the man said as we went to the right of the fork behind the door.

I saw James going the other way.

“What the hell is going on?” I asked.

“You’ll see,” Carl and Michael smiled.

I hated them.

“Straight, Bi or other?” a good-looking female asked as I stood in front of a large door.

“Straight,” I said as the other two stood before other doors.

“Here, first one is on me,” Carl winked as he paid her.

“Wait for the green light to go on then go inside,” she said as she looked at me.

I didn’t know what they had set me up for, but it was probably a lap dance by one of the dancers. I had seen a redhead in one of the glass cubes from whom I wouldn’t mind getting a little lap dance.

Maybe it was a stripper, or perhaps the redhead was a stripper. Thoughts flashed into my head as I looked at the red light.

Finally, it turned green, and I walked through the door.

There was a narrow hallway that opened up into a small room with holes in the wall.

“What the fuck?” I said as I got close to the holes.

‘No, fucking way,’ I thought as I couldn’t see what was on the other side.

“A fucking glory hole?” I shook my head.

No way I was putting my dick through a glory hole.

“You going to do it or not, don’t waste our time,” the woman from before said over the intercom in the room.

‘Fuck it!’ I thought.

I was already semi-hard from thinking about the redhead; maybe she was on the other side. Instantly my cock throbbed.

I dropped my pants and pushed my cock through the hole.

“That’s what I am talking about,” the woman said. “She’s entering now, have fun!”

At first, nothing happened, and I was about to give up and return to the main part of the club. That’s when I felt a soft hand grip my cock.

Her hand was cold. Then I felt a mouth over my cock.

“Fuck,” I said as I felt the head of my cock going into someone’s mouth.

It started slowly, but then she began to ramp up the speed.

‘Damn she’s good,’ I thought as whoever was on the other side of this wall was giving me one of the best blowjobs I had ever had.

She stopped and then used her hands on my cock.

I had always been the joke of the locker room when I was younger, they kept calling me trunk because of my giant cock, but now no one made fun of me.

As the lady on the other side of the wall used both her hands to jerk me off, I could feel a ring on her hand.

‘Is that a wedding ring?’ I thought as I tried to concentrate on which hand and finger had the ring on it.

‘It’s a fucking wedding ring!’ I thought.

I was getting my dick sucked by a married fucking woman. My dick throbbed harder.

After a few more seconds of jerking my cock, she started sucking it again, this time with more effort.

“Fuck!” I exclaimed. I knew I couldn’t hold out much longer.

“I don’t know who you are, but I am about to cum,” I said.

I doubted she could hear me, but I pushed my cock forward hard.

Whoever she was, she didn’t pull her head back. If anything, she was pushing her head further forward. This woman wanted all of my cock in her throat. I felt my cock in her throat as I started to cum.

“Fuck!” I said as she sucked my dick clean before leaving.

“Exit the other door, please,” the lady from before said. I walked out to the other side of the hallway and exited.

“Damn! Took you long enough!” Carl said.

“Sorry, I am not a minute man like you,” I laughed.

We walked back out into the club.

“If you are looking for who gave it to you, good luck,” James said. “They won’t tell you, and if you ask too many times, they will ban you from ever coming back.”

“It could be anyone here,” Carl said as we looked at the club. “Plus, they have an exit at the back so that people can go right after.”

I looked out at the club. It was filled with various people of various shapes, sizes, and ethnicities.

Unless I was going to go up to every person, I thought was a married woman and ask them if they just sucked a big black cock. There was no way I would find out who the mystery woman was; I shrugged it off and ordered more drinks.

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I couldn’t get it out of my head, even days after. I had been with Sylvia for six years, and she never deep-throated my cock. Not once.

Whoever that woman was behind that wall took my entire cock in her mouth and down her throat. I wanted to know who it was.

I went to the club many more times, and it didn’t happen again. I even tried to go on a Friday night like the last time, and nothing came of it.

Whoever it was, she wasn’t a regular.

“You got to let it go,” I told myself.

I knew I would drive myself crazy thinking about it, so I had to move on.

There was nothing I could do. I was wasting money by returning to the club, paying the entrance fee, the two-drink minimum, and going to the backroom.

I worked as a trainer at a local gym, so I didn’t have money to burn. I have already used a credit card the last two times, and I have promised myself never to get into credit card debt again.

“Focus on the job,” I told myself.

It wasn’t a bad gig. I had a few well-paying clients that I helped now and then. There were a few not-so-bod clients and one client who didn’t do anything I told them.

“Guess who was in here the other day?” Hank, my work colleague, asked me.

“No idea,” I said as we cleaned up.

“Sylvia,” Hank smiled.

“Get the hell out!” I stopped and looked at him.

“Dead serious,” Hank said. “She came in here asking about you.”

“What did you say?” I asked as we stopped to talk.

“The truth, that you were fine,” Hank said. “Got a new place, got a raise and were moving on.”

“Thanks, I appreciate that,” I patted him on the shoulder.

“How are you for real?” Hank asked as we continued to go around the gym, picking things up and putting them in the correct places.

None of my friends really asked me. They would ask, but they didn’t want an honest answer.

You know how it is when someone asks, ‘How are you?’ They don’t want the real answer; they are just saying it because it’s the polite thing to do.

I felt like Hank genuinely wanted to know. Even though we only talked at work, he was a good guy.

“Honestly?” I asked.

“Yeah,” Hank responded.

“Like shit,” I admitted more to myself than to him.

Sylvia and I had been together for a long time. We moved from North Dakota to South Carolina together; we had been through her dad’s divorce and my mother’s passing together. Six years is a long time to be with only one person.

Not to mention we were best friends for four years before we officially became a couple, so that’s ten fucking years of knowing someone. Just for it to end because she lost feelings for me. No friendship, no, let’s try to work it out, nothing. She wanted a clean cut.

“I bet,” Hank said. “Like chopping an arm off, you still feel it is there, but it’s not.”

“Exactly,” I sat on one of the benches. “I heard she is with someone.”

“Yeah, they came in together,” Hank sat beside me. “He’s a good-looking guy, probably a few inches shorter than you.”

“I don’t want to know,” I shook my head.

“Okay,” Hank said. “I told her it wouldn’t be a good idea for her to still work out here.”

“What did she say?” I asked.

“She agreed,” Hank smiled. “She canceled her membership.”

“Thanks!” I nodded.

“No problem,” Hank said, standing up. “Probably it’s time for you to actually move on.”

I took a deep breath. “Can try.”

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Weeks passed, and I finally put the events of that night behind me. I was helping a client with exercises when I heard some women on the ellipticals utter the club’s name.

I sighed as I knew the woman well.

Three of them were friends with Sylvia, and the other was Candice, or as she liked to be called, Candy.

Candy was a self-proclaimed Barbie doll. She had a huge following online and had done extensive work to make herself look like a living, breathing Barbie doll, or, as some had called it, gone through the bimbofication process.

Lips, corset training, and a lot of plastic surgery, and Candy looked the part. She had huge breasts, thick lips, a stomach and waist ratio that made no sense whatsoever, and implants into her hips and ass. Candy had accomplished her goal.

The number of people who followed her online was epic. I was always shocked at the number of people who poured onto Candy’s social pages just to glimpse at what she was doing or when she was on camera.

I heard the club name again, and I needed to get more information.

“Keep going,” I smiled at my client as I slowly approached their location.

I pretended to be cleaning some of the equipment.

“We should go again, soon,” Fiona said.

She was one of Sylvia’s most loyal friends.

“I would love to, but I doubt we could get Sylvia to come along,” Diana said.

“Oh, just because….” Penny started to say. “Hey Thomas,” she stopped as she looked at me.

All of them stopped talking as they looked at me.

“Hey,” I waved at them.

“How’s it going?” Fiona asked in a false tone. She didn’t care how I was doing.

“Doing okay,” I nodded.

“Good,” Fiona stared at me.

Fiona was like a loyal pit bull. She wouldn’t say one more word around me if it had anything to do with Sylvia. Penny and Diana were the same.

If I were to get more information, it would have to be from Candy.

I cleaned some more machines and then walked away from them. The three loyal friends stared at me the whole time.

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Candy was a social media addict. She had every social app, and she plastered her pictures all over them. All I had to do was find the correct date, and I would find a photo of her at the club and see who she was with.

There was no way it would be either of the three. They were not married. Sylvia was out of the question not only because she wasn’t married but she had given up trying to deep-throat my dick years ago.

“Found you!” I smiled as I sat at my computer.

There was a picture of Candy with Sylvia and a few other women at the club the same night I was there, and looking at the time it was posted, I saw that it must have been taken before I went to the back.

I knew most of the women in the photo, but Candy had also tagged them in the image. Sylvia and her three loyal sidekicks were there. Then I saw it.

“No way,” I shook my head as I saw only one married woman among them.

I knew I was reaching. There were many other women in that club that night, many of whom could be the lady in question.

The only married woman among the six women in the picture was Leanne. Sylvia didn’t like her much, but Leanne was friends with Candy and one of the others. I forgot her name. Sylvia didn’t like Leanne because, as the others put it, she was a goody two-shoes.

Leanne was married with two kids; her husband, Gary, was a dentist. Sylvia hated that compared to the rest of them. Leanne had the perfect life: nice cars, a lovely house, and a nice family.

Looking at Leanne, I could see on her face that she didn’t want to be there.

Maybe it was a night out, and she got dragged out, but it was apparent she was trying to hide her face from the camera.

I had to find out more about what happened that night.

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The rumor was that if anyone got Candy drunk enough, she would tell the whole world her secrets, so it was just a matter of separating her from the others, which was more challenging than it seemed, as Candy loved to be the center of attention and was hardly ever alone.

It took days of following Candy around and without being seen. Finally, on the sixth day, I got the chance. She was at a nail appointment alone.

I waited for the right time and sprung my trap.

“Thomas!” Candy exclaimed as I exited the pizza store next to the nail salon.

“Candice!” I smiled.

“Candy,” Candy corrected me.

She hated her birth name and only wanted to be called Candy.

“Right,” I smiled, holding the pizza and a two-liter soda.

“What are you doing here?” Candy asked as she walked with me toward my car, parked near her bright pink Corvette.

“Had a client in the area, wanted to make sure they were keeping to their diet,” I said as I opened the door to my vehicle.

“Ah, maybe someone should be keeping you to yours,” Candy said as she eyed the pizza box.

“Cheat day,” I smiled. “Going to watch some streams and pop some cold ones.”

“I love cheat days,” Candy smiled as she held her door open.

“Ah, you and the girls going out tonight huh?” I said, staring at her.

“No, not tonight,” Candy said. “Why?”

“Nada, just asking,” I smiled.

I could see the wheels turning under that blonde hair.

“Want some company?” Candy asked.

“Don’t want to get you in trouble with Sylvia,” I shook my head.

I knew there was a rivalry between Sylvia and Candy. Supposedly, Candy tried to get with me behind Sylvia’s back. I doubt it was true, as Candy had never made a move on me, but Sylvia never trusted Candy around me if she wasn’t around.

“The last time I checked, you guys had broken up, and she was with someone else,” Candy said, her eyes peering straight at me. I could tell that bringing up Sylvia as my trap’s central part had worked.

“I wouldn’t mind some company, if it’s okay, like I said don’t want the others talking,” I smiled.

The trap was working.

“I won’t tell if you won’t,” Candy smiled.

“Okay,” I nodded. “Want to meet at my place in about fifteen minutes?”

“I have to go home and change into something more comfortable, so say an hour?” Candy exclaimed with a huge smile.

“I will be waiting,” I said as I got in my car.

I watched as her pink Corvette sped out of the parking lot.

“Blondes, they make it too easy,” I shook my head.

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Something more comfortable for Candy was a bright yellow sports bra that barely covered her enhanced breasts and tight black leggings.

When I opened the door to my house, Candy looked like something out of one of those interracial porn comics that I liked so much, tight stomach, tits barely covered, and long blonde hair.

We sat and watched a few stream shows, and I knew I had her when she started slurring her words.

“The guys and I are thinking about clubbing next weekend,” I said as Candy sat beside me.

“Oh!” Candy perked up as she stared at me. “You have to check out The Black Hole.”

“The what?” I asked as if I didn’t know what it was.

“It’s a new night club, they have dancers, and everything,” Candy smiled.

“You’ve been there?” I asked.

Candy took out her phone.

Candy told me everything. She couldn’t stop talking about it. They went out to the club for Helen’s birthday party. They started drinking heavily and then went to the back.

Candy told me it was a glory hole, and she had sucked on a small white cock; she wasn’t happy about it. I smiled as I could only think it could have been any of my friends because the time she said they went back there was around the same time we had gone.

Candy didn’t say anything about the others because no one said anything afterward. They all promised to keep it to themselves. All she said was that Leanne was upset about something and wanted to leave immediately. No one had spoken to her since, not even Helen.

That made me feel bad; if it was Leanne, she had cheated on her husband and probably felt guilty. I could only imagine what she was going through.

“So?” Candy said as she stared at me.

I smiled.

“What’s on your mind?” I asked.

“You know the rumor, right?” Candy asked as she pushed a finger through the strap holding her top up. “That I had wanted you?”

“I heard it,” I said as I moved closer to her.

I knew if I fucked Candy, Sylvia would definitely hear about it.

‘If she could move on, why couldn’t I?’ I thought as I reached for Candy and pulled her close to me.

“She wasn’t kidding!” Candy exclaimed as her hand reached for my cock.

“No, she wasn’t,” I smiled as I watched Candy take a nosedive between my legs.

“I have to try!” Candy said as she got on her knees.

“No pictures!” I told her.

“What if your face is not in it?” Candy smiled.

“Candy!” I exclaimed.

“Fine!” Candy said as her tongue traced the length of my cock.

Candy, like Sylvia, tried to get all of my cock into her mouth, but on multiple attempts, she only got halfway. It didn’t stop her from trying, though; those huge fake dick-sucking lips wrapped around my cock as she tried to force her way down it.

“Use those!” I said as I motioned for her big fake tits.

“Only if I can take one picture,” Candy winked.

“Okay,” I agreed. “One.”

Candy immediately took out her phone and slid my cock under her large yellow sports bra. She took more than one photo of my cock between her tits and then started to bounce her massive fake tits up and down my cock.

“Fuck yes!” I growled as I watched her bounce her massive tits on my dick and lick the head of my cock.

“Now, your turn!” Candy purred as she got on all fours on my living room floor.

I didn’t hesitate to yank her black leggings down.

I pushed my cock into her, and she immediately yelped and reached for the small table.

“That’s a huge fucking cock!” Candy screamed as I started to fuck her.

“Thought that’s what you wanted right?” I gritted my teeth as I pushed my cock deep into her and yanked on her blonde hair. “To be treated like a blonde bimbo slut?”

I started to fuck Candy hard and fast. I had no feelings for her. I was going to treat her just like she had made herself out to be: a bimbo.

I fucked her hard on my living room floor. Then after pulling out and cumming on her fake ass. I then carried her upstairs for more action.

I didn’t cum in her as I knew that’s what she wanted; I wasn’t about to become a father and be tied down to someone like Candy, but many times that night, I came on her face and her huge fake tits.

“One more for the road, huh?” Candy said as I straddled her chest and fucked her massive tits.

“Yeah,” I said as I took another picture and video for myself.

I loved seeing my black cock between her huge fake tits.

“You will send me some of them, right?” Candy smiled.

“Absolutely,” I said as I pulled my cock from her tits and came on her face.

I took another picture of her cum covered face.

“Now, you can go,” I smiled.

Candy didn’t hesitate to get out of my bed and leave the room. She didn’t even say anything as she got her clothes from the living room floor and headed for the door. She smiled back at me with cum all over her face.

“Fucking bimbo!” I said as I looked out my window and saw her car leaving.

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