Dominic's Secret Life

Everyone at Dominic's high school thinks the 18-year-old scholar has a joyless, lonely life. They don't know what he does every Saturday in the big city!

Part One

Dominic Bradford was still a mystery to his high school classmates--and had been for as long as they'd known him. Now in his senior year, the 18-year-old was as aloof and hard-to-know as he had ever been.

Ever since his elementary school days, Dominic had clearly been an extreme loner. It was not that he was unfriendly. In fact, he was always unfailingly polite to those who spoke to him. It was just that he rarely initiated conversation with anyone.

It wasn't that Dominic was unappealing, either. He was a truly handsome young man with both Italian and English heritage. Girls found Dominic to be quite fetching, but he seemed uninterested in romance even when smitten females practically threw themselves at him. Furthermore, Dominic was tall and he possessed a solid athletic build, but he chose not to play on any of the sports teams at Red River High School. (Rumor had it the football coach desperately wanted Dominic on the roster. He figured he could, with a little bit of coaching, mold Dominic into a dominant tight end.)

Dominic possessed more than average intelligence, too, always getting As and Bs on his report cards. In class, Dominic was studious, but he never volunteered his opinions during classroom discussions unless he was specifically called upon by his teachers. This frustrated his educators because they knew from Dominic's written assignments that he had thoughtful ideas and perspectives that were often creative and unique. Of course, Dominic never took part in extracurricular activities nor attended school events—ever—no matter what they were.

Opinions about Dominic varied. Some classmates thought his quietness was akin to arrogance. Others said it was extreme loneliness being manifested. When his English teacher, Mrs. Jefferson, saw Dominic in the hallway one Friday and asked him if he was going to attend that night's basketball game at the school gym, Dominic laughed for a moment and tersely replied, "Have you ever seen me at a school sports event? That's not my cup of tea."

The teacher persisted. "Tell me, Dominic, what exactly is your cup of tea? I like you and it bothers me that you are not getting the full high-school experience. You are a very good student. I'd hope that you would make many friends among your peers and participate in school activities far more than you do."

"I choose to do what I like to do...and I'm happy doing it." Dominic replied enigmatically. "I do my job as a diligent pupil. I don’t create any waves at all and I don’t get into any trouble by keeping to myself. With all due respect, Mrs. Jefferson, please abide by the famous adage 'live and let live' and don't pester me about how I live my life."

Mrs. Jefferson sighed, nodded, and said nothing further. She dropped the subject and retreated into her classroom having, like all others before her, failed to pierce Dominic's personal, defensive shell.

Part Two

Dominic lived in a suburban area of a nearby major city. Every Saturday morning, he got out of bed at the crack of dawn to eat breakfast before his parents arose in order to catch the earliest municipal bus to the main terminal. There Dominic bought a single-day, return Greyhound Bus ticket to transport him to and from the big city. The one-way trip took about 80 minutes. He told his parents his trips were “mostly educational”. He said he was reading the special collections of books housed at the university library and, occasionally, visiting various nearby museums and other places of interest. None of this claptrap was ever questioned by his folks. Dominic was a thoroughly trusted son.

Once Dominic arrived in the large metropolis, he caught a subway train that took him to a stop that wasn’t especially busy. It was located in an older, mostly urban section of the city. Upon ascending a flight of stairs to street level, Dominic had about a five-minute, meandering walk to his destination. He proceeded with a quick and steady gait. If he timed things just right, Dominic would arrive just as a little-known place of business, the Gentlemen's Sporting Club, opened its doors for customers at 11 a.m.

Like all its members, Dominic could avoid the main entrance, but he had to be personally let in the VIP entrance by a doorman. Dominic was well known by this point, so there was no need for him to show his ID card. He smiled, said, “Good morning, Eric!" and was permitted to enter. Eric dutifully logged Dominic’s name into a book.

Being a regular for about a year, Dominic knew his way around the club. He swiftly headed toward its changing area. As he was the first one there, the room was momentarily vacant. That changed as soon as Kelsey strolled in. They exchanged respectful nods. Kelsey was the middle-aged man who had convinced Dominic, via on online chatroom, to first sample the delights of the Gentlemen’s Sporting Club ten months earlier and then become a VIP member. His membership was certainly pricey, but Dominic figured what he got was worth every penny he spent. Besides, his late uncle had left Dominic nearly $300,000 in his will two years ago. It was supposed to pay for his college education, but Dominic figured he could take part of it and splurge on his one indulgence.

Clifford entered the changeroom next. He wasn’t a client; he was a longtime club employee. Regulars referred to him as “The Clipboard Man”. He spotted Dominic and said, “First here as usual!” as Dominic undressed.

“I try to be punctual. Anything exotic on today’s menu?” Dominic inquired.

“As a matter of fact, yes, there is!” Clifford asserted. “How about a petite, busty Costa Rican girl—about your age. If I were a young fellow like you, I’d certainly enjoy bedding her.”

“I value and trust your opinion, Clifford,” Dominic replied. “Thank you. Pencil me in, please!”

“Done!” confirmed Clifford.

Dominic finished disrobing and placed all his clothing and valuables in a numbered, hamper-like bin. He covered his naked body with a random white robe that was hanging with a dozen others, as was the custom at the Gentlemen’s Sporting Club. It was a bit of a joke to the members who liked to say, “It doesn’t matter if your robe is too big, too small, or just right. You’ll only have it on for about a minute!” An attendant came by to take the bin to a secure room. That done, Clifford told Dominic. “Shower Room #1. Enjoy yourself, young man.”

“I always do,” Dominic replied. “That’s why I keep returning here every Saturday.”

The Gentlemen’s Sporting Club (GSC) dated back to 1920. Members joked that it was a men’s-only club angrily established in response to the constitutional amendment that gave women the right to vote. A four-story red-brick building, originally it was a place for affluent businessmen to gather for companionship, smoke cigars, discuss the stock market, play cards, and make friendly wagers on sports. No one alive is quite sure exactly when it occurred, but sometime in the early 1930s, during the dark days of the Great Depression, the sporting gentlemen disappeared and the establishment became a whorehouse. It was an upscale brothel to be sure, but it was still a whorehouse. Apparently, retaining the classy old name fooled the authorities. Over time, the club evolved into a high-class brothel that catered primarily to a regular clientele of big-spenders. Walk-ins were still permitted, but they needed a lot of cash to sample the high-end prices for romps with the beautiful, first-rate hookers employed there.

Dominic proceeded to Shower Room #1. Much of the fun of being a GSC client was you never knew which naked girl was going to greet you and bathe you in the shower. The club employed about eight stunners who worked unpredictable shifts. It didn’t really matter which “shower attendant” was there. Nobody ever complained about any of them. Dominic opened the door to see a favorite of his, Belinda, waiting in her birthday suit to give him a heavenly, soapy shower. A blonde in her early 30s, Belinda could have been a Playboy model. Of course, Dominic approved.

“What a surprise!” Belinda noted sarcastically. “Young Dominic is the first client here…again!” Dominic just smiled as she lifted his robe from his body. He was sporting an erection.

“I see you are ready for some fun with whomever you chose,” Belinda said.

“One of these days I’m going to see your name on the roster,” Dominic said, “and I’ll give you the hard fucking that I’ve dreamt of giving you since I first came here.”

“My days of turning tricks are over, I believe,” Belinda informed him. “It doesn’t pay as well as hooking, but I like this job. I like the challenge of getting men worked up for sexual intercourse…but with somebody else.”

Indeed, women like Belinda had a twofold job at the GSC: They were supposed to sexually arouse the client—which often was unnecessary. However, their primary job was to have a sexy and soapy shower with him for hygienic reasons. Dominic understood Belinda’s role fully and happily entered a large shower with her. The house rules allowed the men to fondle and cuddle the “fluffers” as much as they pleased. Everything was allowed but intercourse. The men, of course, enjoyed the prelude to sex and generally abided by the protocols. After all, there was a sexy hooker waiting for them after the shower concluded. As usual, whenever Dominic showered with Belinda, he enjoyed fondling her luscious breast and rubbing his stiffie against her cute bum. Belinda had an endearing habit of concluding her job by toweling off the client after which she kissed the head of his penis for luck! What a sweetheart she was! Belinda buzzed the front desk and was told that Valeria, the Costa Rican girl Dominic had selected, was ready for him in Room #4. Dominic put his robe back on and made a beeline there.

As was the GSC custom, Dominic knocked on the door and asked permission to enter. Valeria said yes. Dominic turned the door knob and saw that Clifford had provided an accurate description of this foreign beauty! She was indeed a young, busty and totally desirable female. She was lying seductively on a king-size bed with her left arm supporting her head. English was not her strong suit.

“You come here for good fuck, I give you great fuck!” she told Dominic.

“I completely believe you!” Dominic replied as he shed his robe again. Within five seconds his arms had enveloped the Central American sexpot. He kissed both her cheeks, pushed her downward onto the soft mattress and impaled her with his hard penis in less than a minute!

“Wow! You get right down to business, sir.” Valeria said. Then she joked, “Is the meter running on your taxi?” Dominic stopped his aggressive fucking for a few seconds to laugh at the unexpected humorous remark.

“No, there’s no taxi waiting for me,” Dominic replied. “I just couldn’t wait to fuck you, Valeria. You are one sexy creature.” He then resumed his merry pounding of Valeria’s cute, slightly hairy pussy.

“Keep up the fuck, Oh, you fuck me good and I fuck you good!” Valeria moaned in her broken English. “Roll on your back and I ride you to a cum.”

Despite the language barrier, Dominic understood that instruction. Without pulling out of this adorable fuck toy, he embraced Valeria in a bear hug and rolled 180 degrees so he was now lying on the bed and Valeria was on top. She wasted no time sliding up and down Dominic’s hard shaft. Five minutes into banging this Costa Rican trollop, Dominic figured Valeria was in the top five of the 40 girls he had fucked at GSC since becoming a member. When Valeria began gyrating as she bounced, Dominic was bound to ejaculate. He did—letting loose a hot string of jism. Every drop of cum stayed inside Valeria’s inviting young pussy. It felt great, but he had only been with Valeria for 14 minutes!

At some whorehouses, Dominic’s fun would have ended with his ejaculation. However, he had bought a GSC Saturday Special pass for the calendar year. For the princely sum of $30,000, Dominic got unlimited use of all the hookers for 52 consecutive Saturdays. Thus, each Saturday’s carnal romps cost him about $576—a staggering sum for a high school senior. In this case, he could stay in Room #4 with Valeria until the GSC closed at 3 a.m., if he so chose. He could ask the management for a different hooker, or he could leave the establishment and return sometime later in the day, coming and going as he pleased. All he had to do was check in with an employee to let him know what he was doing. Valeria knew the situation, so she just waited for further instructions. They came very quickly.

“I’m nowhere near being finished with you, Valeria!” Dominic firmly announced. “I might fuck you seven or eight more times today.”

“You will need the cock of a superman for that!” Valeria commented.

“Maybe I exaggerated,” Dominic admitted, “but you’re going to get one more load from me very soon!” Dominic dick had turned soft after he came, so he gestured for Valeria to stimulate it with her mouth. She nodded at him and got straight to business.

Dominic propped himself up using several fluffy pillows to observe the blowjob he was joyfully receiving. He enjoyed watching hookers do their best work. Dominic realized early on that each pro had a unique style of fellatio. Some used their hands and well along with their mouths. Some didn’t use their hands at all. Valeria was primarily a mouth and tongue girl. She had a sensuous way of sucking and licking a penis. Her signature maneuver was using her tongue on the absolute tip of a client’s penis where the hole was located. It was a unique and highly pleasurable sensation!

Dominic’s Dick was ready to go for round two with Valeria’s pussy. (He was not into bum-fucking at all, despite some GSC clients swearing by its alleged pleasures.) He just chose the tried-and-true missionary fuck that he had began his coitus with. Dominic was decidedly rougher wit Valeria that he had been 20 minutes earlier. His thrusts were deeper and longer. Then he suddenly changed to a burst of short, rapid-fire fucks. All the while Dominic repeated, “You like that, Valeria? You like that? Nobody fucks you like I do! “I want to plow your pussy all night long!” Ten minutes later Dominic came again. This time he pulled out and ejaculated mostly on Valeria’s abdomen.

Both fucker and receiver needed a breather. “You were a great fuck, Valeria,” Dominic insisted. “Your pussy is perfect. It just grabbed my stiff dick and wouldn’t let go until I came again! You are terrific!”
Dominic actually fell asleep with Valeria in his arms. He dozed off for a full 90 minutes. When he awoke, Dominic amused himself by playing with Valeria’s ample bosom and licking on her nipples. Valeria joked, “If we hookers didn’t have tits, we wouldn’t have jobs!”

Dominic just laughed and said, “Let’s have a shower and then I’ll let you share your talents with another GSC client.” Dominic liberally groped Valeria’s appealing torso as the cool water from the showerhead cascaded on their warm bodies. At one point, Dominic even slid his reinvigorated cock into Valeria’s pussy, but that was just a temporary thing. Dominic was content to stop screwing for now. He wanted a lunch break and then he’d return to GSC to get his $576 worth of hookers
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At a nearby diner, Dominic purchased a coffee, a bowl of vegetable soup and a corned beef sandwich to fill his empty stomach. He was convinced his balls weren’t empty, so he returned to the club to sample another girl’s carnal delights.

Eric let him in the VIP door again and recorded his presence once again in the log book. He headed for the changing rom again. Clipboard Man suggested a few available girls and showed Dominic their photos. He chose a Dutch girl, who looked to be about 25. She was another newcomer who was a little on the plump side, but she was a real cutie nevertheless. Dominic had to go through the hassle of another cleansing shower—if you want to describe a sexy shower with a hot babe a hassle—and ended up in Room #6 with the delightful Christina.

“My specialty is titty-fucks,” she proudly announced. “Are you interested in one?”

“Sure, I love tits, and I love fucking them,” Dominic announced. “That sounds like a pleasant way to spend a Saturday afternoon in the big city!”

Christina only possessed average-size breasts, but she knew how to use them to great effect. Dominic happily slid his manhood between them, occasionally poking Christina on her chin, causing her to laugh. Despite having ejaculated twice already, Dominic lost control of himself quickly and covered Christina’s jugs with his jism.

“Wow! That came out of nowhere,” he admitted. “Sorry, Christina, I intended to warm up on your tits and then give your pussy a good workout. I came too damn early!”

“No problem,” she said with an understanding voice. “You have a Saturday Special pass so you’re not under any time limit. Relax with me. We can just cuddle and then you can fuck my pussy when you are fully revived, okay?”

This girl was a gem, but Dominic knew his limitations. “I’ll take you up on half that offer. I’ve come three times today. I don’t think a fourth cum shot is realistic, but I like you, Christina. I’ll be happy to cuddle with you until I have to head home. I have a fairly long trip by bus ahead of me.” Dominic fell sound asleep for about an hour, with his hands cupping Christina’s lovely boobs.

Part Three

When Dominic arrived home, he had his fake itinerary well prepared. He told his parents, “At the university library, I leafed through some excellent scrapbooks from the Second World War. Then I attended an arthouse where there was a screening of the silent movie Intolerance. That was a movie far ahead of its time.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed yourself and had a productive day, Dominic,” his mom sincerely stated. “You always seem to get a lot out of your Saturday outings to the big city. Maybe your father and I should join you sometime.”

At school on Monday, Dominic overheard many students in the hallways discussing the exciting basketball game on Friday and Saturday’s well-attended school dance.

Mrs. Jefferson said hello to Dominic and said he had missed out on some weekend fun.

He replied to her with a cheeky grin, “Yeah, my Saturday was a colossal bore. In fact, I fell asleep twice during the day.”