Sam nodded. “It’s a really big playroom. This is the milder of the two levels. This is for more playful scenes. The dungeon is one floor down. On this level, there’s the bar, the playroom, several private dining rooms, and other spaces. Do you see the doors in the back?”
She glanced toward the back of the softly lit room.
“Those are privacy rooms, but you should know there are mirrors that let people watch. It just gives the illusion of privacy. The red door leads to the orgy room. It’s just a big bed. If you walk in, expect to get fucked and fucked well by whoever happens to be there.”
Abby felt a little hitch in her breath. “I think we should avoid that room.”
“Good call.” Sam looked like he was enjoying rocking her world a little bit. “How about we just watch for a while?”
She nodded and let him lead her. She felt like Alice in a really horny Wonderland. A Domme in full leather regalia led her two male subs around on leashes. They crawled quickly behind her, trying to keep up with their mistress.
“Don’t look her in the eye,” Sam warned.
Abby sent her eyes straight to the floor. It would be hard, but she had to remember the rules. Sam had spent a lot of time explaining them to her. She was to keep silent unless he gave her permission to speak. He was in charge of her. She wasn’t to look any of the Doms in the eyes. They would view it as a challenge. She was never, never to wander off on her own.
Sam stopped. “This looks like fun.”
Abby took in the scene in front of her. It looked like it was just beginning.
“You called for me, sir?”
There was a young woman in an approximation of a 1960’s women’s business suit. She carried a small steno pad. There were two men in the scene as well. They both wore suits in keeping with the time period. One sat behind a desk, while the other occupied a large, leather armchair. They both considered the young secretary.
“Yes, I did, Marilyn,” the “boss” said. “We have a very important client here today. He needs to understand why he should sign with our firm rather than one of the other firms.”
The scene went on. Abby felt a hand at her side. She turned to see Sally the sub watching, too.
Her eyes were full of mirth. “They watch too much Mad Men,” she said quietly, so as not to disturb the scene. “Julian is struggling to keep up with the pop culture elements seeping into the lifestyle. It used to be simpler. All a club had to have was a gyno office, a classroom, and a dungeon. Then the geeks took over. You should see the Harry Potter room. Those people are freaks. And I should know.”
Vaguely, Abby noticed the secretary was taking off her top. The “boss” had a paddle in his hand. She looked back at Sally. She was dressed similarly to Abby, though she was all in black. Sally was wearing a bra instead of a corset. Abby noticed that two small chains came out of the bottom on the bra and made their way past Sally’s navel down into her skirt. Abby had a pretty good idea where that treasure trail ended.
Sam was watching the scene avidly as Sally continued to whisper. “Seriously, some of these people are geeks of the first order. Julian took me to see Avatar, and at the end he just cried. He knew. He’s invested in blue body paint and a bunch of kitty cat tails. He’s opening the room in a month. He hates James Cameron.”
Abby wanted to laugh and ask questions, but they had to get a few things straight. Little Sally had been a naughty girl. “Did you offer my husband a blow job?”
Her eyes went down, and she chewed on her bottom lip. “Julian told me to be nice to him. It was the nicest thing I could think of.”
“Do you often blow other women’s husbands?”
She shrugged and winced a little. “Probably more often than I think. Are you going to hit me? Julian would probably let you paddle me.” Her blue eyes were wide.
Sam was suddenly interested in what was going on between the two women. “Who’s paddling who? Is there going to be any kissing involved in this scene?”
Abby put a hand on both of them and dragged them away from the horny advertising executives scene. She glanced back briefly. It did seem to be heating up. The secretary was having her bottom paddled by the “boss” while the “client” forced his very large penis into her mouth. The girl could really get her jaw open. Maybe she gave out pointers.
Abby shook her head to get rid of that thought. She turned back to Sally, who seemed a little like an eager puppy now. “I am not paddling you.”
“Really? I don’t mind. I like it.” Her mouth turned down. “I am sorry about the whole trying to blow your husband thing. He wasn’t interested. Neither was Sam.”
Abby looked behind her, and Sam was desperately giving Sally the ‘silent’ command by drawing his hand over his throat. When he realized Abby was watching, he smiled angelically. “I told her no, too.”
Sally was back to chewing that lip. “I’m sorry. It’s kind of a bad habit. If it makes you feel any better, I was looking for you tonight to see if you wanted to play. I’m really good at oral sex.”
Sam’s arm went around Abby’s waist. “That’s fascinating, Sally. You know, it’s a real coincidence because Abby here really likes oral sex.”
Abby’s elbow found Sam’s gut. He oomphed but took it like a man. She stared at Sally, more amused at this point than angry. At least she was a persistent thing. “Maybe I’m not understanding the whole master-slave relationship. I thought you were Julian’s submissive.”
“Oh, yes,” Sally agreed. She stood up perfectly straight, pride shining from her eyes. “Julian is my master. I’m very proud to be his slave.”
“But he lets you have sex with his guests?”
Her head shook vigorously. “Never. I was shocked when he told me if I could get any of you in bed, he would allow it.” She leaned in. “I’m a terrible sex addict, you see. I’ve been through rounds and rounds of therapy. Nothing ever worked until Julian became my master. I now go hours and hours without having sex because Julian demands it. I would never, never do anything to make him angry.”
“Because he would beat you?”
“Oh, no,” Sally argued. “I mean, he would spank me, for sure, but that’s not what scares me. He might not fuck me. He’s the best sex I’ve ever had.”
Abby exchanged a glance with Sam. She let her eyebrow drift up in a hopeful question.
“I never slept with him,” Sam protested with a laugh. “I did, however, watch some of his public displays. It was quite surprising. There’s a reason every sub who meets him begs Julian to take them on. If I’m a horse, baby, Julian must be an elephant.”
Abby felt her eyes widen at the thought. Sally was grinning from ear to ear, but suddenly her face darkened. Abby followed her sight line. A young, thin man in leather pants and a thick collar was staring at them.
“Jeremy,” Sally said quietly, looking at him. “I have no idea why Julian took him in. He’s all evil and stuff. He’s a terrible sub. He plays mean tricks on the rest of us and gets everyone riled up.”
“The rest of you? How many does Julian have?”
“Jeremy and I are the only ones who live with him, but all the employees call him master.” Sally’s voice took on a distinctly academic air. “He takes subs here and there for a night. He never promised us he would be faithful. Julian is up-front and honest about everything. Jeremy gets very jealous about all the extras. I just hope I get to join in.”
Jeremy shot Abby a very calculating glance. She remembered him from earlier. He’d been the one to deliver dinner. She didn’t like the gleam in his eyes. There wasn’t a whole lot she could do about it, however. What could he really do? Screw up their room service?