I knew she would for sure. Her pleather dress left little to the imagination. It wasn’t see-through, but it may as well have been. She continued to talk about how excited she was for the party and how she’d barely managed to get an invitation this month. Apparently it only happened once a month, and only those with an invitation could get in. From what I caught, she had slept with a man who got her an invitation. She’d said much more, but I’d barely managed to catch bits and pieces as she drove manically through the city. Finally she turned off the main streets and slowed.
Parking in a dimly-lit lot, she wiggled her eyebrows at me before climbing out of the car. I followed suit, swallowing hard when there seemed to be no one around.
“This way.” Jennifer waved over the roof of the car at me to head in the direction opposite of where I had been looking.
Mentally shaking my head at my unwarranted fear, I saw a line to get into a building that had absolutely no signs on the exterior. It appeared to be a warehouse. Once around the car, she looped her arm through mine before taking off toward the building. The line moved quickly and soon we were allowed access through the double doors after handing over Jennifer’s invite. Inside I was surprised to find a small desk with a woman in a floor-length gown was waiting.
“Bags, please,” she said in a soft voice as she held out both her hands.
I glanced at Jennifer, who met my gaze before shrugging. We both handed over our purses.
“Phones?” the woman questioned with a quirked eyebrow.
“In there.” Jennifer pointed to her purse and I nodded.
“You may enter.” Reaching an arm back, she pulled open a thick curtain for us to pass through.
Unsure of exactly what the hell I’d gotten myself into, I slowly stepped through behind Jennifer. She reached back to clasp her hand with mine, making sure I stayed with her. The curtain whooshed closed behind us as my eyes roved the room trying to take it all in.
There were multiple stations around the room with people in various states of undress. Many places to sit were also situated around the room. I didn’t know what to make of it all. It felt like my brain simply shut down as I stood and gawked.
“Close your mouth!” Jennifer shook my arm fiercely. “This is so awesome. I had heard it was a total kinkfest but I didn’t actually believe it.”
“You knew we were coming to a party where people were naked? Why didn’t you tell me? Did your friends know? Is that why they didn’t want to come?” I whispered angrily to her.
“I glossed over it because I knew you’d back out. I didn’t want to come alone.” She quickly tugged me to the side when the curtain was pulled open again to allow someone else in for the festivities. Once the couple moved into the room, she cleared her throat and gave me an apologetic look. “Don’t be mad, but my friends were never coming.”
I wanted to be upset that she’d lied, but instead I felt a serene feeling settle over me. Something deep inside me —something I wasn’t even aware had been locked up — felt like it had finally been set free. Seeing people tied up, being spanked, on leashes, doing sexual activities out in the open would probably feel awkward to most people. While at first it shocked me, the more I let it sink in, the more natural it felt. Going out with Jennifer had been an attempt to get me out of the sexual haze I normally lived in; instead it felt like I’d found the crowd I should have been spending my time with. People who would understand my desires and obsessions more than so-called normal people would. I’d never participated in anything like the BDSM-type activities around us, well except a little spanking. It’d been something I’d been curious about, but had no idea where to even dip my toe in. Jennifer had found it for me, apparently.
“Let’s go walk around.” Jennifer yanked on my arm, having gotten her bearings somewhat. However, the closer we got to everyone, the more she gawked. The more comfortable I felt, the more frightened she appeared to get. As we neared the first stage, she pulled me closer to her. Her lips brushed my ear as she whispered hoarsely in my ear. “Do you see that? It’s a man… and another man.”
“Okay?” I lifted the shoulder she was practically wrapped around, showing I was indifferent to it.
“But he’s whipping the other man.”
Chapter 4
John
Gabe, my buddy who owned The Scene, called in a favor when his younger sister fell ill and asked that I watch his club for a few days. I had done it in the past when he needed someone he could trust to keep an eye on things. He knew that I was in the lifestyle, that I’d know what to look out for in the play room. I didn’t frequent BDSM clubs the way I had in my younger years, but not much had changed so it wasn’t hard to pick up on who needed to be watched.
He had a good system set up, but with the monthly open party happening, things had to be notched up to keep everyone safe. I had only been to one monthly party over the years. It didn’t appeal to me to mingle with a bunch of people who just wanted to dabble in the scene or people who were new to the area, but I could handle watching from the control room’s security cameras. I preferred people who knew how the club operated and knew that I was only there for the power exchange, not sex.
Over the month, Gabe and a few other trusted members handed out invites to people they thought would be a good addition to the club or would be interested in joining. Other than the one night, there were no openings to non-members unless they were invited by a member and were in that person’s care while in the club. The parties were meant to bring in fresh faces and help keep things interesting with new partners to play with. Private rooms were off-limits during the parties to help ensure everyone was behaving and consensual. Just one more layer of protection for people who didn’t understand what it was they were agreeing to.
Of course, everyone got a thorough explanation of what the club was and what would be happening at the party before they were given the invitation, but seeing and hearing are two very different things to most people.
Centering a new camera view on the main screen in front of me, I spotted her. Alix. Watching as she walked around the room with the girl from the front desk, I saw the spark of excitement and interest clear as day in her eyes. My cock jumped to attention from the look alone. Front desk girl looked like she was in over her head. She wouldn’t be getting a return invitation. It obviously wasn’t her scene, but Alix — she would be getting one. I’d see to it. She definitely had a naughty streak in her and I wanted to explore it now that I knew she was interested in the same things I was.
With as many cameras as there were, I was able to watch as the pair meandered through the room, taking in the various scenes that were taking place. Multiple times Alix’s eyes returned to a couple on the St. Andrew’s cross. Did she like being spanked? Or was it being tied up that interested her? My throbbing cock demanded I find out. Instead, I kept watching, following her as she got more and more turned on. Her nipples were beaded, pressing out against her dress. When the women eventually found a set of chairs to sit in, I fisted my hands on my own chair, forcing myself to stay where I was. Alix was rubbing her thighs together. I knew what she was doing even if she thought she was being secretive. I’d bet anything that her pussy was drenched and aching for relief. Rubbing her thighs together, massaging her clit with her pussy lips, she was being a very naughty girl.