The Super-De-Luxe Vip Arrangement

'Am I a horrible person if I say that I am glad he's dead?' Isla looks at her friends guiltily.

'Of course not,' Fiona responds immediately, and Sarah, Helen and Betty nod in agreement. They all know what she means. Fred was ill, a slow deterioration process, with the "bonus" of Alzheimer's in the final stages of his illness, which meant that he often did not even recognise her. It had been an ordeal, and Isla had done her utmost to make the last part as pleasant as possible for her husband, but it had taken its toll. His death had been a relief for both Fred and herself, even though the subsequent grieving process had not been a walk in the park either. But after a year she starts to get back on her feet, mentally and emotionally, and at the moment the loneliness, now that Fred is no longer there, and her libido, which is slowly returning, are playing tricks on her.

However, she's not ready for serious dating yet, and going to a bar or a dance hall or something like that for a one-night stand (does that still work that way? she wonders) does not appeal to her either, she's not quite desperate enough for that, she jokes regularly.

And a new man, after everything that happened with Fred in recent years, she's not even sure if she will ever dare or be able to handle that! What if he also... jeez, she does not want to think about it.

But that she misses sex is beyond doubt, her vibrator has been working overtime in recent weeks. She can hardly remember what it was like with a man, Fred's illness had gradually reduced his sex drive to zero. Not that he could help it, he found it bad enough, they were always very active in that department.

'Man, I wish you could just order a man, via a menu. Like a mail-order bride, but a nice, goodlooking guy, just for one night, or more often if you really like him.'

This is not the first time she has complained about the lack of sex to her friends, and they all sympathize with her enormously. Three of the four are married, to extremely virile gentlemen according to themselves, and convinced bachelor Fiona is happily fooling around, a different cutie every week, it sometimes seems.

'Isn't that already a thing?' Sarah asks in surprise, she looks at Fiona, as if she would know.

'Maybe,' she responds hesitantly, 'like an escort service?'

'Hahaha,' laughs Isla, 'that's going a bit too far for me, I think.'

'Just google it?' suggests Betty, with an innocent grin.

A little later, the ladies are happily scrolling away, having the greatest fun with the results that appear, but they can't really find what they are actually looking for.

***

'Congratulations girl, forty-seven already, and still gorgeous!'

'Yeah, yeah,' laughs Isla, as she lets her four friends hug her, 'you mean gorgeous wrinkles.'

'Nonsense, you still look fabulous, not a single grey hair to be seen-'

'Hair dye,' Isla interrupts her with a chuckle.

'Amazing pair of tits, which are very real,' Helen announces.

'And just as slim as when you were eighteen,' Sarah, who is always struggling with excess weight, adds with a slightly envious look.

'Well,' sighs Isla, 'but what good it does you if you've been on a dry spell for ages. And the guys who seem interesting enough are either married or think you're still too deep in your grieving process to be open to a relationship. While a good fuck would be enough for me right now,' she adds with a grin.

'Uh, well...' Fiona begins hesitantly.

'What!' Isla calls suspiciously, 'what have you cooked up now! I'm not going out with your brother-in-law, he's still too upset about his divorce. Besides, he's not my type.'

Fiona laughs, 'no, not Bert, don't worry, we've come up with something completely different for you.'

'Oh?' A slightly worried look appears on Isla's face, she doesn't trust it at all, the ladies are giving each other such furtive glances.

Then Betty takes a large oblong envelope from her handbag, gold-coloured, with an exuberant fuchsia bow around it. She holds it out to her, just out of reach. 'Your birthday present, honey, from all of us.'

'Okay, let's get to it,' she says, half-grumbling, as she snatches the envelope from Betty's hands in an unexpected movement, 'what is it.'

She looks at the envelope from all sides, there's even an official-looking wax seal on the back, but no text anywhere, not even a logo.

Then, overcome by an uncontrollable curiosity, she carefully tears it open.

'What?! What is this... No! Jesus, girls, what have you done to me now!' Her face turns like a buoy and her friends start giggling. 'Or is this a joke?'

'You wish,' Sarah grins, looking at her defiantly.

'You can bare your breast, girl, literally,' Helen giggles and everyone starts laughing, except Isla, who looks rather nervous from one to the other.

'This is exactly what you want, believe me,' Fiona says with certainty, 'take a look at it at your leisure, there's a folder with a link to an online questionnaire, and you can decide for yourself when you want to schedule the appointment. I would get a bikini wax or a Brazilian beforehand,' she adds with a giggle.

Isla looks in amazement at the voucher that entitles her to the most extensive package deal of sex club Jade Temple, namely the very expensive Super-de-luxe VIP Arrangement.

'Coffee and cake for everyone, or should we rather go straight to the wine?' she asks when she has recovered a bit from the shock and remembers her duties as hostess. Wine and cake are the unusual but unanimous choice, and while her friends are chatting and especially gossiping away, Isla's gaze regularly falls on the voucher.

Does she dare? she wonders, does she dare to use it? It is very sweet of her friends, even though it's a rather unusual and daring gift. It would be a shame not to take full advantage of it...

***

During the previous evening, while enjoying litres of wine accompanied by tasty snacks, the special gift had been discussed regularly, her friends told her that, following Isla's complaint about the lack of sex, they had decided that something had to be done, they had put money together to be able to offer her the Super-de-luxe VIP package at the sex club, because that is what best friends do for a friend who is so down in the dumps. At first Isla had protested a bit, especially when she heard how expensive it was, she felt guilty, and moreover she didn't know if she could do something like that at all. But her friends had managed to convince her, and she can opt out at any time, she's totally in charge of what will happen, they assured her. That had convinced her, and now she actually finds it exciting, a new experience, and a personal challenge.

Now she is sitting behind her laptop to fill in the extensive questionnaire that should show what her sexual preferences are, both in terms of gender and activities. It's cleverly done, she thinks, not only are you asked to tick boxes which activities you would like to have included in the program, but there is also a second questionnaire where you can indicate what you definitely do not want. This way there is a kind of double check, on her boundaries, so to speak. And then there's the segment with "no-go's", in which she has already filled in that she's put off by bad breath, and in particular smoker's breath, she finds that so utterly disgusting!

Isla is definitely not bi, but has had a threesome occasionally, and sex with another woman involved can be a lot of fun, in her experience. Isla herself is now forty-seven, but she doesn't want to set an age limit for a bed partner for this experience, younger men tend to be eager and energetic, older men have more control, experience and technique. At least they should. But she trusts that such an elite club only employs the very best employees, who know where Abraham gets the mustard from.

And she's not exactly a prudish, and is open to almost any sexual experience, so in the end she has ticked almost everything in the first part of the questionnaire, except for a few things that are too extreme for her taste, such as nipple clamps and whips and stuff.

***

The day arrives of her appointment, at two o'clock she hesitantly enters the lobby of the sex club, stiff with nerves. A young woman behind a modern-looking desk looks at her welcomingly and gestures for her to come further.

'Mrs Stone, a warm welcome! I will let them know that you are here.'

She presses a button on a panel on the left side of her desk and the next moment another young woman enters, dressed in a green silk kimono and silver open-toe stilettos, she's beautiful to look at, just like the interior of the club, Isla notes as the woman leads her through a corridor decorated in Art Nouveau style and then into a dimly lit bar, where music sounds in a non-disturbing way, classical jazz by the sound of it.

Warm colours everywhere, beautifully shaped shiny polished furniture, colourful paintings on the walls with rather naughty images, wide oak planks on the floors, covered here and there with luxurious carpets. Actually, exactly what she had imagined such a luxurious club to be. She feels a little out of place among all that beauty, as a simple mortal. Even the people who are spread out over the bar area and the bartenders and waitresses are all without exception "beautiful": attractive to look at and well dressed. She's glad that she made an effort herself, the new dark red wrap dress fits her like a glove, accentuates her ample bosom and shows quite a bit of her shapely, long legs. She has been easy on the make-up, in her experience there will not be much of it left after a tough romp between the sheets. For extra self-confidence she's chosen her sexiest, but still decent lingerie and the highest heels she owns.

The clientele is predominantly male, she sees, she's not surprised, there probably are not that many women who go to a sex club, without the generous gift from her friends it would never have occurred to her to do something like that.

Her hostess gives her the choice: bar or a table, she decides for the bar, a moment later an intriguing blue cocktail sits in front of her as well as an assortment of tasty snacks, the pampering has begun! The bartender chats with her casually, it puts her at ease a little, but the nerves are still raging through her body. Then she feels movement next to her, and she turns around, a middle-aged man has taken a seat on the bar stool next to her.

And what a man he is! A guy in his fifties, by the looks of it, but he radiates the energy of a much younger man. Dark, almost black hair, greying, grey sideburns, a well-groomed moustache and short beard, pure masculinity, she feels immediately hot all over. And those eyes! Dark brown, warm, with attractive laugh lines, she could easily lose herself in them. And what she can see of his body also does not disappoint, muscular arms and a broad chest, sturdy thighs... If she were to find him in her bed during this adventure, she would certainly not complain, he gives the impression that he knows how to optimally please a woman.

'Hey, I'm Oscar.'

'Isla,' she says, while she hesitantly takes the outstretched hand.

'First time here, Isla?'

'Uhm, yes,' she answers with a doubtful look at her companion's attractive face, 'but eh, is this really supposed to happen? I thought-'

She has already caught interested looks from several of the men present, but no one has dared to approach her yet.

'Oh, my bad, sorry, I'm not trying to seduce you if that's what you thought, I'm staff.'

'Ooh...'

Oscar laughs, 'I'm here to put you at ease, but I'm clearly not doing a very good job at it.'

Isla laughs now too, 'it's not that bad,' she reassures him, 'it is indeed my first, and probably only time, that I do something like this, and I have no idea what to expect.'

'Oh, the most important thing is that you let it wash over you, enjoy it, and indicate when something is going too far for you. One of the reasons I am here with you now is to find out whether you have perhaps developed cold feet, or whether you want to adjust your wishes and/or boundaries.'

In addition to putting her at ease, it's also a kind of intake interview, to make sure that she really wants this, and to be able to make any adjustments if the completed form suggests something other than her actual wishes, or if more specification is needed.

Oscar turns out to be extremely pleasant and attentive company, his warm baritone almost hypnotic, and Isla soon relaxes, and tells him all about herself, her one-man business in website management, which, in combination with Fred's death benefit, she can make a good living from, her children who have all left home and built a life for themselves, her deceased husband, that she misses sex so much, and finally about her friends who offered her this special experience as a gift to help her out of her depression.

He expresses his opinion that she has awesome friends, and she agrees wholeheartedly. But Oscar notices, to his amazement, that he also finds Isla a awesome woman, he seems to fall head over heels for her, something that has never happened to him before, and turns everything upside down. Oscar is a confirmed bachelor, since his rather tumultuous marriage and the inevitable divorce, ten years ago.

Then a young woman dressed in a green kimono appears at Isla's side, it is time, the party is about to start!

Isla stands up, with trembling knees, she throws a nervous glance at Oscar. He looks deeply into her eyes, and whispers: 'Enjoy it, Isla, you know, you can do anything you like, there's no pressure, you have complete control over what happens this afternoon.' She nods, strangely enough immediately reassured, and puts a hand on his arm, she feels his muscles tense at the unexpected touch and a pleasant tingling sensation runs through her body for a moment. Did he feel it too? She looks at him inquisitively and to her surprise, an unmistakable spark jumps over. Shit!

She lets her escort lead her away, the remaining nerves gradually making way for a pleasant feeling of anticipation.

She is led into a beautifully decorated boudoir, filled with, among other things, a, by the looks of it, comfortable couch, a few armchairs and some tables. It smells nice, not too heavy, or overwhelming, a vague floral scent, sexy, it immediately puts her in the right mood.

'I'm Mika,' the young woman introduces herself, 'and this is Raoul, one of our talented masseurs.' She points to an attractive dark-skinned man in his mid-twenties, dressed in a short light green bathrobe. Of course, she suddenly realizes, Jade Temple, hence the green theme in the clothing of the staff.

She is offered another glass of spirits, but she declines. She already has a slight buzz from the cocktail, that's just enough, she wants to be as aware as possible of the upcoming activities.

Mika helps her out of her clothes, with regular intimate kisses or caresses, over her skin, her breasts, arms, and back, Isla can hardly contain a fit of giggles, she feels so incredibly naughty! And excited, Mika knows exactly what she's doing, and the heated looks of Raoul, who's watching from a distance, only set her on fire even more. This is promising!

'You can keep your panties on for now,' Mika lets her know, 'for the massage, come with me.' She leads her to a massage table in an alcove and Raoul helps her onto it, his warm hands with their supple fingers caressing her buttocks.

'Relax,' he says in a sultry tone, 'let yourself be pampered.'

'Mmm, okay,' Isla groans hoarsely, Raoul's hands already feel wonderful on her skin, and the massage has yet to begin. A movement in the corner of her eye makes her look to the side, Raoul has taken off his bathrobe and is now standing next to her in only a thong, and my god! What a body... pure perfection!

Raoul starts massaging, he uses a fragrant oil, it feels warm on her skin, but not sticky. With a practiced hand he not only manages to relax her muscles, but also her mind, soon the only thought left is how wonderful this feels, and how excited she gets, as Raoul's hands come closer to her ass. But he skips her buttocks and starts on her legs, a groan of disappointment escapes her, but Raoul doesn't seem to notice. Then his hands slide up her thighs, his fingers torturously close to her crotch. Suddenly he pulls his hands back, shit! she thinks disappointed, he's not finished yet, is he?

But Raoul leans over to her: 'Isla, at this point you can choose whether or not to have a happy ending,' he whispers in her ear with a sultry voice.

'Eh, end?' she asks hesitantly, 'does that mean-'

'We can end the massage with an orgasm, or without. Then we'll continue with the next activities, we're not done with you yet,' he adds with a playful wink.

'Oh well, then please,' she sighs with relief, she immediately feels herself getting wetter.

'Then please what?' Raoul looks at her expectantly, with a teasing smile.

'A uh, a happy ending?'

Excellent,' Raoul grins, 'turn around, you can take off your panties now.' Isla quickly pulls off her panties, helped by the masseur, and lies down on her back, a shiver of anticipation rolls through her body.

Raoul lets some more oil run into his palms and places his hands on her breasts, Isla holds her breath in shock, but then she relaxes, closes her eyes, and enjoys the touch. Raoul massages her breasts with a skilful hand, lightly pinches her nipples and lets a hand run over her belly and down to her mons pubis. Isla opens her eyes again, and rises a little, she wants to see what he's doing, that always turns her on immensely. Suddenly her gaze falls on Raoul's thong, the guy is rock hard, she sees to her surprise, and she feels an extra shot of moisture in her pussy.

'Can- can I touch you?' she asks hesitantly.

Raoul looks at her alarmed, 'fuck,' he grumbles apologetically, 'this rarely happens to me during a massage.'

'I don't see the problem,' Isla giggles, she experiences it more as a huge compliment, that such an attractive young man gets hard because of her.

Raoul grins, 'go wild,' he growls, positioning his lower body so that she can easily reach it. She slides her palm up and down the fabric of the thong, feeling his cock getting even harder underneath, she lets out a hoarse cry of excitement.

Raoul's fingers have found her clit in the meantime, and while he moves two fingers rhythmically up and down in her wet, swollen pussy, he rubs circles over her button with his thumb, it doesn't take long before the well-known tingling sensations that announce a climax appear in her toes and fingertips and a warm feeling flows through her, release is near.

'Oooh, yes,' she moans, 'that feels amazing, harder!' Raoul meanwhile pinches her nipple between his thumb and index finger with his other hand, quite hard, but she doesn't mind at all, it usually gives an extra stimulus.

Raoul without hesitation heeds her request, she feels his cock under her hand giving little jerks of excitement.

And then Isla falls over the edge, her body starts to shake as if she is electrified, it feels as if she could float off the massage table at any moment, and wave after wave of an unprecedentedly intense orgasm flows through her, she screams her longs out, all shame overboard.

'Good Lord, Raoul, that was incredible!' she sighs when she has recovered a bit from the violence, the masseur chuckles at the sight of her pink cheeks and grateful look.

'It was a real pleasure Isla; we aim to please!'

While Raoul helps her off the massage table, Mika reappears in the room, accompanied by another woman, who is introduced to her as Bianca.

'Are you ready for the main course?' Mika asks with a mischievous smile, Isla nods, the orgasm, however satisfying, has not diminished her desire to know what else awaits her.