Club Dip

“Happy birthday, Tommy!”

For once I could agree with them – I was finally twenty-one and by God was I happy about it. I reached down and picked up a very poorly disguised bottle – the wrapping paper was only just covering the glass, “Gee, I wonder what this is?”

“Oh very funny – just open the bloody thing, boy-o.”

He didn’t have to tell me twice – I tore apart the paper and read the label with glee, “Coconut rum? I think I might have to accept you as a brother-in-law after this, Sean.”

When my sister came back to the states after a stint in London – of course, her version of a stint was a decade to everyone else – she came back with two things: a cockney accent and Sean. She’d always had this weird thing for Scottish guys and she finally managed to get one in bed – the problem was that he didn’t leave in the morning. Now she punched me dead in the chest, “So he gets you drunk and all the sudden he’s your brother-in-law? Hell, Thomas, what’re you gonna call me?”

I knew it had to be good then – I grabbed the envelope out of her hands and tore into the short end – I was pretty lucky not to tear whatever was inside – she certainly couldn’t have predicted what I was going to call her, “Bitch!” I grabbed her up against my chest and hugged her until I thought the British might have dripped out of her, “You got me gift certificates for Club Dip?”

“There’s just one condition – you gotta take me at least once – let’s call it a finder’s fee.”

“But it’s nothing like a finder’s fee, Alicia.”

“Then call it an I-love-my-fucking-sister-for-giving-me-a-wonderful-gift-fee! The point is that you better bloody take me one time,” she punched my chest again – what can I say – some families kiss, we hit each other, “Besides, I’m sure Sean won’t mind getting me out of the house for a night.”

“I’m not sure this is quite what he was thinking of.”

“She can pull a Lady Godiva and ride through the streets naked as long as she leaves the house for a few hours, you know what I mean?”

“You see, Thomas – no worries – you better damn well call me about it.”

The party fizzled out at that point – of course it wasn’t like I was trying to keep everyone around – I wanted to go to Club Dip.”

A few years back some bigshot moved into town and bought out the old strip-mall – no one heard a word of what was going on in such a massive building. In fact, all anyone knew was that crews and workers going in every day – even the windows had been blacked out so the only people who knew what was going on were the workers – well, the owner probably knew too.

Any who, about six months after they started working on it there was some big grand opening – I didn’t get to go, but the flyers were everywhere. Club Dip was advertised as a new kind of restaurant – they wouldn’t put anything more on the flyers and, it turned out, for good reason. The next week all anyone could talk about was the club – I still didn’t get to go. I know it seems weird, but it wasn’t cheap enough for most people to afford.

Now, thanks to my wonderful sister, I had five tickets to the fantasy world – thirty-five-hundred dollars. Alicia always did love to spoil me, but she way outdid herself with this. As soon as I walked in I understood why this place was so spendy – it took about twenty seconds for someone to come along and seat me – most restaurants in this town took several minutes to notice you were there, “Welcome to Club Dip! Is this your first time visiting us?” she was skinny and blonde – in other words she would blend into any crowd – and decked out in a black pants suit – looking around at the other workers I figured that must be the uniform. I nodded and she reached into her pocket and pulled out some folded up piece of paper, “This is just a one-time release form – you know how it goes – just sign right at the bottom. Oh, and I’ll need to see your ID,” I reached into my wallet and handed her the card before signing the contract – there weren’t enough words for me to worry about any tricks, so I didn’t bother to read it, “Oh, it’s your birthday! Happy birthday! I’ll show you to your booth.”

“So, like, how long do I have in the booth?”

“As long as you have the money you can stay here until it closes,” she led me through the plush hallways – the blue neon lights cast a strange glow over the whole interior – it definitely wasn’t what I had expected, “Alright, just put your money through the slot there and I’ll give you the menu.”

Jutting from the wall was a little silver mouth and a row of blue LED lights flashing on top of it. The rest was easy – I just slipped in the gift certificate and heard a soft click as a panel of the wall – apparently a door – opened up, “Alright, then – there’s a buzzer under the table if you have any issues that the menu can’t help with – oh, and have fun, birthday boy!”

I grabbed a small touchscreen from her and opened up the wall – the room was nice – a large black table that came up to my waist and thick pillows everywhere – the light in the room wasn’t blue like the rest of the club – it was dim and bathed the whole space in golden tones. Electric glee flooded into my body – I was really here. I took a closer look at the menu and it was pretty straightforward. Every menu led straight into another menu. I ordered a white Russian and then got down to my main order – it felt sinful to a T – I got a little Mexican and seventy percent cacao chocolate – and then I waited.

Again, I was impressed – it only took fifteen or twenty minutes before I heard another click – a section of the wall opposite the door I came in slid away and four men came in with my dish – they were each holding a thin rope tied to it so they didn’t disturb the chocolate – they laid it out on the table and left, none of the men saying a word.

He had a smooth body, probably shaved or waxed to keep the chocolate and the like from catching in the hair, and his breathing was cracking the chocolate just slightly around his chest and stomach – the menu said his name was Lucius. I didn’t totally believe that Club Dip really served other guys until I started placing my order – the idea was brilliant. They dipped and sprayed their “bases” with all sorts of different things – the most popular was chocolate, of course, but they provided everything from garlic butter to caramel – and served them for the customers to lick clean – I didn’t even want to think about the legalities they must have gone through to make it all legal – I’m just glad they did.

I just stood above him, looking for a while – a body like that, drenched in chocolate – what more could I ask for? He had a scalp cap on to keep the chocolate out of his hair and goggles that kept it from getting on his eyes, but other than that there was not a square inch without the dark, bitter elixir shining over it. I pulled the goggles off and the chocolate cracked around the edge, pulling off a thin, jagged line. I knew he wanted me to start, I could tell by looking at the growing impatience in his eyes, but it was too much fun to be in control – I wasn’t going to stop now. I took the chocolate off the rim of the goggles and placed the tiny sliver on my tongue – the flavor was sharp, attacking my taste buds, and mellowed into a heady, flowery roast that lingered over my mouth – in layman’s terms it was really good chocolate.

I felt the shivers run up my spine, pulsating out from my crotch – I wasn’t going to be able to hold out very much longer. I looked at Lucius’ body, the pale brown skin coated in a glossy shell of chocolate, trying to decide where to start. His body heaved up in an expectant sigh and the solution just came to me. I moved closer to him, making sure not to disturb the chocolate on the rest of his body, and moved slowly until our lips were only a few millimeters apart. The fragrance of the chocolate sheath filled my lungs and I slinked closer and closer until the cold confection chilled my lips. I met a bit of resistance, but I felt the minute cracking as I sucked his whole bottom lip into my mouth – it was soft and gave way immediately – I could feel his hot, shallow breathing against my lips, melting the chocolate into a shared liquor, flowing back and forth between our mouths. The heat of my body, increasing slowly as blood flushed my face in excitement, melted all of the surrounding chocolate. I wanted to climb on top of him there and let the shell melt all over me, but I knew that wasn’t a good use of a seven-hundred dollar ticket.

I took in another deep nose full of the bitter chocolate and slid off. The melted shell was smeared across his face, but the rest of his body was untouched. I placed my tongue down against his cheek and licked up, clearing the chocolate from his skin – the flowery taste mingled with the aroused sweat across his skin, intensifying the subtle sweetness. I took his earlobe and slid my lips over it – his skin raised goose pimples against my mouth – the blood pulsed, warm and inviting against my skin. I sucked the chocolate off of one, then the other, the whole time listening to Lucius’ breathing get heavier and heavier. I didn’t bother to clean his face completely – I liked the way the chocolate smeared over the soft, smooth flesh. I pulled off the scalp cap, not even bothering to eat the chocolate, and threw it aside, his shiny, black hair falling just short of his shoulders. My tongue raced one final track over his face, scraping the melted shell off of his skin, and I kissed him again, sliding the chocolate across his tongue – he shivered and a breath escaped, expelling against my face until his lungs were completely deflated.

Since it was already cracked, I bit into the chocolate across his chest, making sure to go down to the skin – his back arched up and the cracking was no longer subtle. I sucked on the skin in my mouth until the stark bitterness covered my cheeks and tongue, then moved down, running my tongue over the contours of his enrobed ribs and six-pack. I stayed over his belly button, melting the hard shell until it started to flow in and fill up the tiny cup – the warmth made Lucius shake again and, for the first time, I noticed his cock straining against the thin covering. I wanted it then and there, but just waited. I sucked the liquor out of his navel, pulling his blood up to the surface of the clean, creamy skin until it left a passionate tattoo, steadily spreading over the tight flesh. I was starting to get hard, straining against my jeans. I just pushed forward, sliding my tongue up his calves and along his thighs. The muscles were flexing against my mouth, pushing the hard tendons into my tongue. I let my breath, humid and deep, play against his nuts, leaving a trail of liquid chocolate flowing onto the table.

Lucius’ fingers bent in pleasure and I immediately slipped them into my mouth, tasting the bitter, flowery chocolate against the strongly salted sweat. I slicked them with saliva, his breath only just shuddering out, and maneuvered the digits with my tongue, running the rough calluses along the inside of my lips, teasing the sensitive skin until I was about to burst out of my skin. I licked along the lightly muscled arms, feeling Lucius tighten as I did. The tender, milky white skin of his armpit dipped in at the lightest flick of my tongue, but I pressed in with my full mouth, pushing Lucius’ back into a high arch – he didn’t even bother whimpering – he moaned a deep, guttural sound. That did it for me.

I don’t even really remember exactly how I got undressed – the next thing I recall is slithering up his body, feeling the slick, warm chocolate against my bare flesh, coating my thighs – I knew getting it out of the thick bunch of pubic hair would be hell, but that was a mere afterthought. I felt his breath heaving out against my chest and I lowered myself in, catching each shallow, waterlogged pant in my mouth. I snaked my tongue through his teeth, barely brushing against the cold enamel, and did my best to wrap our tongues into a knot, all the while feeling the dark chocolate running rivers between our skin.

Then Lucius pushed his tongue into the fray.

Up until then he hadn’t done a thing, just lying there getting cleaned by me, but something had made him come to life – it was just a bit, a tiny push of his tongue, a tightening in his body, but he was alive. It actually felt kind of awkward – when he was just a name and a chocolate covered body it was one thing, but now I realized that he was a real person, “Hi.”

He still didn’t speak – I wasn’t going to complain about that – but he pushed up with all the strength in his muscles and got me to stand up. I looked and his cock had finally broken through the chocolate, sculptural plates of the dark confection framing the bright, veined shaft – it was just barely brown, probably some combination of the chocolate and his Latin skin, and a tiny silver ball was attached on either side of the tip. I didn’t even hesitate at this point – I kicked the pillows into a rough pile and got down on my knees. When the piercings first pushed into my lips it sent a cold thrill through my jaws – it was like tiny spider veins of cold erupting from the metal balls. From the way he was twitching and heaving his breaths out I knew he wouldn’t last long after I started – I still wanted to get my money’s worth. I let myself make one pass down the shaft, loosening the chocolate plates onto my tongue in the process, and made my way all the way down, lifting his legs to reveal the soft fruit I was looking for. I didn’t usually go for the hole, but I figure anything covered with chocolate is, at the least, not totally disgusting. It was a lot tougher to slip in than it should have been – the chocolate didn’t follow the contours of the ring, it just glossed over the whole area. I busted through the thin sheeting with my tongue – the bitterness seemed increased – I could only just smell the flowers now – and I went straight for the cavity, the muscles fighting against my intrusion but Lucius back to whimpering. The whole thing just tasted clean, almost a relief from the strong, cloying chocolate, and I couldn’t help but stay down there, feeling the warm constriction against my tongue as it worked as far in as it could.

It took a concerted effort from me to pull away from his ass, but it was all worth it when I saw his hips bucking – I could have just stared at hic dick too hard and he would have sprayed everywhere, but I wasn’t about to waste an orgasm like that. I shot down, almost throwing out my back and dislocating my jaw, and applied just a touch of suction. He sprayed the liquor over the chocolate that was coating my mouth off his shaft and the salty, heady cum fought for dominance over the bitterness and flowery notes. It was incredible – the seed just kept flying out until it finally overtook the powerful chocolate. I pulled away from him, the shrinking shaft glistening with a varnish of saliva, chocolate, and semen, and placed my lips against his – Lucius stuck his tongue in hungrily, sucking the milky mixture through the tiny gap in my mouth – it was actually all I could do to save any for myself. The tiny shot I managed to keep from him slid across my tongue and into my stomach. Once that happened I knew I needed to get home – I tried to wipe as much chocolate off my face as possible and threw on my clothes – I didn’t even say goodbye to Lucius or any of the staff – too awkward at that point.

I did know that they would all be seeing me soon.

It was only after I got back to my apartment that I realized I never even got my white Russian – and somehow I didn’t care.