I tried to think. This was all too much, too fast. Caleb only showed me that picture the other night. I thought I'd have more time for this to all settle in. Maybe a few days to have it out with Roger, give the shock a chance to subside. I drank the drink Roger brought gratefully, and nodded yes when he asked if I wanted to dance.
I let him hold me close, glad it was a slow song. I hung onto him, swaying, thinking. I didn't want the song to ever end. I didn't want to make a decision. I wanted to stay here, secure in Roger's arms, secure in our budding relationship, forever.
When the song ended, we headed back to the tables. Caleb's had filled up, so we stood nearby at Kate's, visiting with them some more before they headed off to their after hours club at midnight.
I caught Caleb staring at me over all the heads. His eyebrows were raised in question. This was it, was I in or out?
I nodded yes, and he acknowledged my answer with a raised glass. I raised mine in return, and we toasted our strange pact alone together in the crowd.
Roger and I left the bar hours later. We'd had a lot of fun, but telling Roger about tomorrow weighed heavily on my mind. When we got to his house, Roger led me to his bed. He was happy and horny and soon I let myself get lost in his kiss and in his touch.
As I lie back, enjoying the feel of Roger's hot mouth on my most sensitive parts, I decided not to tell him quite yet. I'd go once, tomorrow, and see. If the trail ended there I would decide then how much to tell. If it didn't end there, well, again I'd decide then how much to tell.
I thought about what Kate had said, about her hunter being sated and not on the prowl if she did her job right, and I wondered if the reverse was also true. If I gave Roger my all tonight, now, would his lovemaking see me through the temptation that would present itself tomorrow? Would I be full and content and easily avoid my own pitfalls?
I was willing to give the idea a whirl, so I turned my full force and attention onto Roger, deciding to put off any thoughts of tomorrow until tomorrow. I threw myself into the moment, into the now of a happy new relationship, with a sexy man who was this second doing amazing things to my warm and willing body.
Chapter 16
All In
I was a hot mess riding beside Caleb the next night on our way to a new swing club. The fact that I didn't mention any of this to Roger before he left for work was eating at me. Honesty is my thing, without trust in a relationship you have nothing. Nothing. And here I was, not telling my boyfriend that I was heading to a sex club with my ex, who I had been in love with before dating him.
Yeah, nothing wrong with this picture.
Caleb snapped at me. "Where the hell are you? I've called your name three times. You have got to get it together, or this whole visit will be for nothing."
"I'm sorry if my conscience is getting in the way of your conversing. This whole sneaking around thing is new to me."
"I see. So you didn't tell Prince Charming after all."
"Don't call him that." I snapped at him. 'Charming' was how I used to refer to Caleb early in our relationship, and I didn't like hearing him use that word in regards to Roger.
"Look, I get it, ok?" Caleb said, using his soothing, cop-talking-someone-off-a-bridge voice. "This isn't where you want to be, this isn't what you want to be doing. But we are doing it, and if we are doing it, there is no point in doing it half-assed. If any of this is going to work, we have to appear to be a couple looking for a good time with a particular playmate. That is normal here. Charging in pissed and cop-like looking to save a sex slave isn't going to work, and who knows- it could very well get us killed. We don't know her situation yet, but if she was kidnapped and is in this scene against her will, we could very well be jeopardizing not only our lives, but hers as well. So get it the fuck together. Pretend you still like me. Pretend you are still hot for me. Pretend I am Roger if that is what it takes. These are two player games, I need you. I can't do this by myself. I know you- when you are in, you are all the way in. You give it everything you've got. I need that. That is the only way this will work. So decide, now, before we walk in there. Are you with me or not?"
With that statement, Caleb pulled into a large parking lot. We had never been to this particular club before, Caleb said it was relatively new. It's only been around for about eight or nine months, and it seemed to be a popular new toy with the swing crowd. He maneuvered the truck to a dark spot in the back, under a tree. He put it in park, shut it down and turned to me. "Well? What's it going to be?"
I took a deep breath and ran it all quickly through my head once again. He was right. There is no half-way to our situation. I was in, I had to help, but that was only half of the problem. Caleb had said 'pretend you still like me, pretend you're still hot for me,' and that was a big problem because I didn't have to pretend. I did still like him, and I was still hot for him, but I had managed to put a lid on all of that over these past few months.
I liked Roger, I had moved on to something good and pure, and I was afraid if I let my feelings for Caleb out of their tightly sealed box way back in the dark recesses of my brain, I may not be able to stuff them back in there again.
I looked at Caleb, his eyes steady and probing on mine, and said, "Fuck it. Let's do this."
He smiled, his eyes lighting up at the challenge before us, and I'm sure also at being back at this kind of place again. "That's my girl. I knew you wouldn't let me down."
He fumbled with the bag of liquor at my feet- this was a bring-your-own-liquor place, and he pulled out a brand new bottle of my favorite- Jameson.
He unscrewed the top and took a hearty swig. He then passed the open bottle to me, saying "Ok, let's get our story straight. The easiest way to do this is with as much truth as possible. Lies trip you up. So, I figure the easiest thing to do is to pretend the past 18 months haven't happened. Nothing has changed. You and I are still together, we still hit these clubs all the time, and we heard that our first playmate might be here tonight. Feeling nostalgic and all that."
At those words, and the thought of what they meant, I grabbed the bottle he was still offering me, and took a hearty swig of my own. I felt the heat of the undiluted whiskey coat my throat and spread slowly out from my stomach, to soothe my nerves.
Our story in place, Caleb got out of the truck and came around to my side to get our things. We didn't know this club, so we had come prepared for a few situations. Well, I did anyway. The guys don't normally change clothes, but these clubs can be a veritable fashion show sometimes, so I had packed a few possible clothing options. It was the bag of clothes and our bag of liquor that Caleb was coming around to retrieve.
Caleb opened the passenger door for me to get out, and I took another large, quick swig to fortify myself. I screwed the lid back on, and swung my legs around, sliding gracefully out of his truck. Caleb watched me with appreciative eyes, "I must say, you look hot. Dressing for these places was always one of your strong suites. Every man in there is going to want to fuck you, hell maybe the women too."
I felt myself respond to those words against my will. I hadn't dressed like this in a long time, and he was right, it had been one of my favorite things about our adventures. I had almost opted for soft and sweet, a sexy flowing dress which when seen from the back revealed skin from my neck all the way to the curve of my ass.
I felt I needed fortification tonight, so instead I went to the other extreme, using my outfit as a weapon of defense. Tiny black leather mini-skirt, over-the-knee black leather boots, and a satin and lace black corset pulling my waist in tight and displaying my breasts on a platter.
I felt my face redden under his gaze. I moved aside so he could reach past me to collect our things, but Caleb had other ideas.
Before I knew it he had me pressed up against the side of the truck, his weight a hard contrast to my soft curves. His hands had captured mine, probably because he knew I would fight back, and he had them up over my head, stretching me the full height of the cab of his truck.
With
his hands locking mine out of the way, and his weight pinning me firmly against the truck, his mouth took full advantage. His tongue plunged purposefully and masterfully between my lips, and for a spilt second I was tempted to bite down hard.
My mind wanted to put up an angry fight, he had no right to this. He tasted of warm Jameson, and sensuous, shocking heat. My mouth remembered him, and responded against my will. He kissed me with force and passion, and my body responded instantly. No warm melting under his touch, but instead a spark lit and exploded, burning hot and intense.
I hadn't so much as touched him in passing in months, on purpose, and my body tossed my mind's feeble attempts at sanity aside. My mouth pressed back against his, my tongue dancing against his. He felt my reaction and responded to it by sliding his knee between my legs, pinning me even more fully against the truck.
I arched into him, out of control. Pressing my hips to him, instinctively trying to get closer to him while at the same time meeting his mouth with a hot, powerful need of my own.
Suddenly Caleb pulled back. His hands still pinned mine above my head, and his knee still pressed between my legs. I had to fight the urge to rub my sex against the firmness of his thigh, the need to ride him like that was almost overwhelming. He has stopped kissing me, and was instead watching me try to regain control of myself now that his mouth was no longer moving with mine.
His eyes showed a mixture of sexual need, amusement, and a cocky male pride. Son of a bitch, what the hell had just happened?
"What the fuck was that about?" I asked breathlessly, pissed not only that he had dared kiss me in the first place, but also equally pissed that he had stopped.
"Just checking. Getting into character, making sure your mind was in the right place."
I was glad he was still holding me up, I had the unsettling feeling if he had let go of me as abruptly as he had stopped kissing me, I would have fallen face first onto the ground.
The amusement in his eyes told me he was well aware of that fact, and that was why we were still standing like this.
I pulled what still remained of my pride around me, raised my chin in defiance, and said, "Well?"
He grinned down at me, still pinned under his control but recovering quickly, and said in a slow, cocky draw as his eyes slowly ran down and back up the length of me, "So much for having to pretend you still have the hots for me."
"More like wanting to claw your eyes out for doing that." I shot back, "You are such an ass."
"Then you fake it well, because what I got out of that little performance was that you would rather dig your claws into my naked ass." He stated with a quiet satisfaction as he finally let go of me.
I tried to hide the blush that was flaming over my face by adjusting my clothing back into place.
"You're so hot when you blush."
"It's fury, don't flatter yourself."
"Whatever. Keep it up inside and we will do just fine tonight." He plopped my clothing bag into my arms with a grin, picked up the bag of liquor, and guided me toward the club's front door.
Chapter 17
The tour
When we got inside, I was still shaken from our kiss so I was glad when Caleb took the lead. I stood, smiling and nodding mindlessly, as Caleb signed us in, paid our entrance fee, and said "Yes, please. It's our first time here, we would love a tour."
The guy signing us in came around the desk and said, "Follow me."
As he turned to lead us, I stared in shock at his naked ass. He was wearing a pair of ass-less leather chaps, boots and a leather vest without a shirt under it. I had seen his nicely shaped chest as he checked us in, but the view of his tight ass walking away was a surprise.
I looked to Caleb in surprise, he said, "No drooling allowed, honey," in an amused tone. He took my hand in his and pulled me after our guide.
The club was large, the main room holding many small, round cafe tables. It was decorated to look like a Mediterranean street cafe. The walls were painted to look like a busy street scene on one long wall, and a beachy, tropical ocean view on the other. About half of the tables had umbrellas coming out of the middle. All the tables surrounded a large dance floor in the middle of the room, it gave the feeling you were in a sexy cafe, watching dancers in the middle, but with the ability to walk out onto a touristy shopping strip on the one side, or out onto hot sand and an ocean breeze if you chose the other direction.
Our guide told us to pick a table and drop our drinks off to mark it as ours. He said there weren't any bartenders, we poured our own drinks. He had me keep my clothing bag with me, saying I could leave it in the dressing room. There was only one door other than the one we just came from after signing in. It was in the back, in the middle of a wall painted black, and he took us through it.
The door led to a hallway, you could only turn left or right. He turned left, and we followed him down the short hall. It dead ended with doors on either side. "Dressing room," our guide pointed left, then, "Kitchen," pointing right.
We went left into the dressing room, and chose a locker for my bag. It was a small room, with two restrooms saying 'Men' and 'Women' on one wall, and little curtained dressing rooms on the other wall, the banks of lockers took up the middle. That done, we crossed the hall to a small kitchen. "Cups, ice, drink mixers in here, food over here, help yourself." Then it was back out into the hall.
We passed the door leading to the main room, were we had come in from, and continued down the other end of the hall, as if we had turned right out of the Mediterranean cafe instead of left. This side of the hallway had more doors leading off of it, and he named each one as we passed it, sticking our heads in to peek.
"Hippy Room." He stated as we looked in on a room filled with many different sizes of bean bags littering the floor. There was one couple already in here. She was laying on her back, mainly on the carpeted floor, with her hips propped up on a medium sized bean bag. The beanbag lifted her hips just right, giving him a great visual, and easy access to her open thighs. They didn't stop what they were doing, I'm not sure they even noticed our presence.
"Orgy Room." Our guide named the next room we peeked into, although this one was pretty self explanatory. Four queen beds were pushed together in the middle of the room, making one large, square bed with room around it to be able to walk around and access the bed from all directions. No one was in here yet.
"The Viewing Room" held many large couches, all facing the center of the room, where a sex swing hung from the ceiling. Our ass-less chaps guide said this is where people took turns on the swing, either just on display, playing with themselves with fingers or toys, or in groups of two or more, doing any number of things to the one hanging in the swing. Others could watch from the couches, as they held their own personal parties while viewing the action in the center.
I looked to Caleb again in surprise. This was new. He looked back at me, with a light in his eyes, looking me up and down. I could tell he mentally had me already up in that swing, and was thinking of all the things he could do to me, while others watched from the couch. I made a mental note to avoid this at all costs tonight. As curious as I would be to see some of what would go on in here, the danger of being in here with Caleb was too much. I had the feeling if we really got in too deep tonight, it would be in there, and I really wanted to have very little to report to Roger when I did finally fill him in. Stories of Caleb and I in here was not something I would want to have to explain.
"Don't even think about it." I hissed at Caleb on our way out of there. He grinned at me.
"And our theme room," our guide showed us the last room on the tour. "This one changes with our needs, and tonight this room is devoted to a sampling of S&M."
"No shit." I thought as I peeked inside. One corner had a bar approximately three or four feet wide attached to the floor. It held handcuffs and satin ties at various locations along the bar, available at a moment's notice to securely tie down ankles or knees, depending on how tightly or how wide you wanted to t
ie. Directly above it, hanging from the ceiling, was a matching bar, the tie downs up there looked like they were also height adjustable. They looked like they would securely hold your hands above your head weather you were standing or kneeling. You only had to change the length.
Against two walls were racks holding many different devices. Whips, feathers, masks, something that looked like a gag, with a ball to bite down on. One whole shelf held nothing but different sized and shaped vibrators and dildos. Another shelf held lubes and oils.
In the opposite corner from the restraint bars was what looked to be a gymnast's vaulting horse, set at about waist high. Where the legs met the floor was more shackles. Our guide mentioned this one was his favorite, and proceeded to demonstrate. He bellied up the vault, and bent over it, exposing his ass in greater detail as he showed us how the restraints tie your wrists and ankles to each other and the device's legs, leaving you bent over and exposed at the top. He grinned his pleasure at us through his spread apart legs, and then righted himself saying, "That's it. That's the tour. You are welcome to try out anything and everything, and from the sounds of it, we are filling up fast. I bet you will be glad I had you save a table, I can hear it getting full out there."
He was right, when we got back to the main room, there were a lot more people. There were still tables available, but they were filling up fast. The music had been cranked up a few notches, and the lights were being lowered. Caleb grabbed our guide before he could escape asking, "Do you know a woman named Jessica? We heard she might be here tonight."
When ass-less just looked at him, confused, Caleb added, "She's beautiful, dark hair, olive skin, has a butterfly birthmark right about here." Caleb pointed to his own chest area, but implied that the mark was on the side of a well-endowed breast.
Our guide's eyes lit up with recognition. "I haven't met her, but I have heard of her. It would be quite a bonus for us if she did show up tonight. I've heard it is hard to get time with her. Most people can't afford her, and she doesn't get out often."
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