“I had to give myself a pep talk to get in the car. And start it. And drive over here.”
Cyn laughed and Laila tried to relax. “All those nerves will be worth it. I promise.”
She slid a piece of paper across the smooth walnut surface. Laila pulled it closer and started reading over it while Cyn explained. “This is the easy one, just read it all over with a fine-tooth comb and make sure I put all of your correct information down there. Sign and date the places on both sides unless you need me to make changes.”
Laila grabbed a pen from Cyn’s desk, ready to scratch off the incorrect last name, but at the last minute she realized it was her last name. At least it was the one she’d given them.
The rest of the information was all correct so she signed her “name” and dated it at the bottom in the sections marked with an X.
“Last is a non-disclosure agreement. In a whole bunch of legalese, it states you will respect the privacy of the club, the members and guests, along with everything you see happen within its walls. If you don’t, then things could get ugly real quick. Anonymity is a must for almost all of our members and we guard it fiercely. Read it over and let me know if you have any questions.”
She read it all, every single word. Then flipped to the signature page and hesitated. Beneath her lashes she glanced up at Cyn with some kind of bullshit explanation poised on her lips but thankfully Cyn had turned around at some point and was riffling through a filing cabinet behind her desk.
Laila bit her lip, flapped the pen back and forth, then signed her fake name on the dotted line. Instead of making her feel awful, it lifted a weight off her shoulders. She smiled and pushed the paper back. “All done.”
Cyn smiled at her, placed her paperwork in a folder with only her first name and initial of her last on the top flap. “Yay! Welcome to the naughty girls club.” She stood and so did Laila. She motioned her around to the side of the desk and they walked to another door on the far wall.
“S.I.K. was it?” Laila asked, trying to remember the name they’d come up with for the club she now had temporary access to.
“OMG, yes! We’re really going to have to develop that line for Kinky Pinky.”
“It’s pretty catchy.”
Cyn opened the door and they stepped into a corridor. “So how are you doing now? A little better, not so jumpy?”
“Good luck on that.” Laila rolled her eyes. “Every noise makes me want to just jump out of my skin.” Around a corner and down another short hall, they came to an elevator.
Cyn swiped a red card through a reader on the wall and she pushed the down arrow. “It’ll get better. This place is exactly what you make it to be.”
The doors whooshed open and they stepped inside. “And my date?”
Cyn swiped her card again and pressed the number one button. Laila realized for the first time they were on the second floor.
“Dates,” Cyn corrected with a bit of a smirk.
Another round of Oh shit lit off inside Laila’s head. “I’ve barely dated since my divorce. Never slept with more than one man at a time, so what in the world am I doing here, knowing you guys are trying to set me up with two—”
“Three…actually.”
The doors opened onto the floor Cyn had selected but Laila just stood there. Frozen in place, flapping her mouth like a fish out of water. “Three?”
Several women snickering barely registered on her Richter scale.
“Looks like you told her.” Laila turned her head to see Jenna standing there, wearing a bright green corset and black pants so tight they showed off her every curve to perfection. Haleigh stood beside her with that shy smile and Skye flanked her on the other side, nearly bouncing with glee.
“Three?” Laila asked again as the women pulled her out of the elevator and down another short hall.
“You betcha,” Skye answered.
“But-but I can’t handle three men at one time.” It came out as a squeak and she couldn’t process any of the lovely surroundings due to the panic racing through her system.
“Sure you can. You’ve got a hole for each of them.”
Haleigh added, “And you’ve got two hands as well, so we thought about bringing in two other guys but we didn’t want you to get overwhelmed on your very first visit.”
Laila looked over at her and mischief danced behind her eyes as she grasped her hand. Laila laughed, some of the panic bleeding away due to the absurdity of it all.
“This is the main bar,” Cyn told her with a sweep of her hand and a somewhat quieter voice.
The room was spacious and beautiful. It had at least a couple dozen people in it. The bar was as long as or longer than the one in CJ’s, with just as many tables and booths sprinkled around. A gorgeous guy with spiky dark hair manned the bar and he grinned with a nod in her direction. She didn’t acknowledge his greeting other than looking away as quick as she could.
The dance floor was absent but the club didn’t strike her as the kind of establishment one went to in order to burn off calories in so mundane an activity.
The forms of dress varied, but everyone was more or less covered up, which shocked her. Several women and a couple men had collars on and a few people were sitting or kneeling at the feet of whom she assumed were their Doms or Dommes.
She stood a little taller, clutching her purse, wondering why the simple act of seeing people on their knees sent tendrils of delicious need straight to her pussy.
As she stared at a young blonde girl kneeling at the feet of another woman, she caught her eye. The girl, probably in her mid-twenties, smiled and tilted her head. Her curly blonde hair brushed across her cheek. It didn’t look like embarrassment prompted it, but possibly shyness or happiness. Or both.
The woman holding the end of her leash tugged on it—not sharply—until she regained her attention. She leaned over, placing a gentle kiss on the girl’s forehead, then looked up at Laila. She winked at her then went back to her conversation with the other people at her table. Her long brunette hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail at the back of her head.
Instead of stopping at one of the empty tables, the girls continued across the room and down another short hall. Off to the right they walked into a room that dwarfed the bar in comparison.
The ceiling must have been at least twenty feet high, mostly to accommodate the stage that took up a good section of the far end of the room.
A group of people stood in front of the stage, watching some kind of demonstration. Three people—male or female, Laila couldn’t tell—were dressed up like dogs or maybe puppies.
They had leather masks on with muzzles and pointy ears and they were down on all fours. They were focused on a man on the other end of the stage who held several squeaky toys.
Haleigh moved next to her and whispered in her ear, answering her unasked question. “He’s their handler. It’s called Puppy Play.”
The handler threw the toys and the puppies ran after them, woofing and barking and racing around on their hands and knees. One of the pups got a toy in its mouth and scurried over to the man, shaking the toy. Several people in the room laughed, including Laila. She didn’t understand the desire to do it but the enthusiasm of the people on stage was infectious.
One of the other puppies moved next to the handler and leaned against his leg. The man petted the pup along his spine, then rested his hand on the back of his head.
Genuine affection and caring rolled off both of them and unbidden tears sprang to Laila’s eyes.
She blinked them away and glanced at Haleigh, who hugged her close. “There’s a whole realm of possibilities here. You just have to be open to experiencing them. You might be scared or unsure and think you shouldn’t like something just because you’ve spent your whole life thinking you shouldn’t. Just keep an open mind, okay?”
Her eyes were so full of compassion and understanding, as if she knew exactly how hard it was for Laila to find her footing.
“We’ve all been
where you are,” Skye added from her other side. “It’s scary but totally worth it.”
Laila looked back up to the stage where the handler was gathering the toys again. Three people on all fours stayed right at his feet, one of them tugging at his pant leg. “Okay.”
She smiled at the other women as they walked out.
She followed them in silence back into the bar area and down another hall where every door was closed except the one at the far end.
“What are these?” She stopped and listened about halfway down the hall and couldn’t hear anything.
“Private rooms, private dungeons for people to get their kink on.”
A moan farther down the hall struck a chord inside Laila that was attached to her nipples and clit.
The girls moved farther down the hall but Laila couldn’t seem to unstick her feet. Cyn came back and took her hand, leading her down to the room with the open door. “If a door is open it means you can watch. You can watch from the door or you can step in and get closer. Would you like to go in?”
She shook her head frantically as they reached the door.
A blonde woman with short, curly hair was strapped on a cross with her bare back and ass facing the room. Another woman stood a few feet behind her with a whip of some kind. She brought her arm down and a reddened stripe showed up across the woman’s shoulder. Another moan split the air in the room and Laila leaned forward, wanting and not wanting to get closer.
She sucked in a startled breath. It was the same women she’d seen in the bar not half an hour ago. The one who had caught her eye from the floor and the other woman who’d winked at her.
The naked woman begged for more as the Domme stepped behind her. The Domme’s hands stroked the bound woman. The submissive visibly shivered. Her fists attached high on the cross flexed over and over as the woman behind her bit her neck and slipped her hand between her legs.
“Please…”
The single breathy word meant more than its six tiny letters. The meaning behind it reached out to Laila and licked her right up the middle as the bound woman arched into the touch.
She writhed as the woman filled her pussy with her fingers, as they shoved in deep. Then the woman backed away again and striped her several more times.
In no time at all the Domme with a long brunette ponytail, bigger tits and an ass you could bounce a quarter off, shed her clothes and donned a strap-on. It definitely wasn’t her first rodeo. She reached between her play partner’s thighs and gathered wetness on her fingers, using it to lube up the fake cock. Laila saw it glisten all the way across the room.
She held the base of it, tucking it between the lips of her girl’s pussy and shoved inside her, burying the length of the dildo in no more than three short thrusts.
“Can I come, Mistress? Can I come,” she begged as her Domme reached around, doing something to her clit that sent her over the edge.
“Yes, give it to me. Come for me.” She grabbed a handful of the woman’s tits, probably pinching her nipples if the wail that filled the room was any indication.
Laila wasn’t attracted to women. Hadn’t ever been interested in licking pussy, but seeing a woman being fucked by another woman? Holy shit. One of the hottest things she’d ever seen.
The woman with the strap-on moved away just long enough to shed her harness. She removed the wrist and ankle cuffs holding the other woman to the cross and moved her over to a bed Laila hadn’t even noticed. She lay down first and before she could even get settled against the pillows the blonde woman moved her legs apart, diving for her pussy. She latched on with a sigh.
Laila could barely see past her shoulders, which were holding the woman’s legs wide, but she knew she was completely shaved and her pussy was so wet it shone under the lights overhead. “Lick my clit, pretty girl. I want your fingers in my ass too. Make me come. Show me how thankful you are I picked you tonight.”
The blonde moved her arm, following directions very well, and the Domme fed her fingers into her hair, fisting it so she could move her mouth exactly how she wanted it.
“Yes. Fuck…” she groaned as she gyrated against her lips and tongue. Her toes curled and her shout of climax made Laila jump.
She had to lean against the doorjamb to keep from falling over.
Her eyelids closed and she bowed her head to try to regain some kind of balance. Seeing one woman dominate another was one of the hottest things she’d ever seen in her life. The fact that it was two women made her feel comfortable for some reason.
If it had been a guy whipping a female, she thought maybe she’d have been too worried about the woman to enjoy it.
But after watching two women get off? Obviously getting exactly what they needed from each other? They were both comfortable enough to do it and for an audience. It was the last part that really gave her pause.
The sex wasn’t exactly what she’d thought it was going to be. Neither was The Library.
It wasn’t seedy or gross. It was dirty in the most delicious way possible and if the amount of wetness dampening her panties was any indication, she was quite on board with seeing more.
When she looked back up the two women had moved and were snuggling together on the bed. It seemed so intimate that she didn’t want to intrude. Odd that watching the sex hadn’t made her feel intrusive at all.
Boy, did she have a lot to learn.
Apparently the other women she stood with felt the same way about watching any longer. Cyn pulled the door closed before they walked back down the hall in silence.
A table full of men stood as they entered the main bar again.
Skye walked up to the man who had greeted Laila at the gate and kissed him. He held her cheeks, taking her mouth with his. Jenna and Haleigh linked elbows and sighed.
Cyn stepped over to a blond man who pulled her into his arms, hugging her close. Another man who looked a bit like the blond moved beside her and tilted her chin up for a quick kiss.
“Laila, these are my men, Chris and Jared.”
“The infamous Laila. I’m Jared, the good twin.” The blond man with the easy smile extended his hand, shaking hers briefly before tugging Cyn into his arms.
The dark-haired twin, who had to be Chris, relinquished her into the arms of his brother. He shook her hand as well but remained quiet.
Jared tilted his head at the women who had given her the tour. “They haven’t stopped talking about you. Glad you could come.”
“I shouldn’t be here,” Laila blurted out before she could stop it.
“Why is that?” Chris asked with a deep voice and a slight frown.
“Don’t belong here?” It came out a question and she shook her head.
Jenna pulled her into her side and hugged her.
Jared was the one who answered. “If our girl says you belong here, then you do.”
Laila opened her mouth to tell them who she was. To tell them everything and they shouldn’t have trusted her and that she needed to leave and she was sorry.
But a voice behind her stopped her admission cold.
“We happen to agree.”
Laila turned around, extricating herself from Jenna’s comforting arm. Her heart kicked into high gear and sweat formed beneath her breasts.
Douglas, Hector and Patrick were no more than fifteen feet away, striding toward her with a purpose.
Her gaze locked with Douglas who was in the middle, flanked by the other two.
They were predators and she was their prey.
She wanted to run but knew that would trigger some instinct inside them, so she remained perfectly still as they advanced, wondering how to get away and floored by the fact that she didn’t want to.
“And another one bites the dust,” Jenna sang beside her.
Chapter Four
“Surprised to see us?”
She shook her head, thought better of it, then nodded instead. Chuckles were contagious after her noncommittal answer. She couldn’t even be bothered to be self-consci
ous because the men from CJ’s surrounded her.
Douglas stepped flush in front of her, taking her face in his hands, tilting her head up so he could peer down into her eyes. She ran her tongue across her bottom lip and he watched its progress.
He leaned down, pulling her up on her tiptoes to suck her tongue into his mouth. He feasted on her lips and only when she was completely breathless did he relax.
“Hi, pretty lady,” Douglas whispered against her mouth as he continued to place soft kisses on her lips.
“Hi,” she whispered between kisses as he tilted her head to the side.
Patrick and Hector stood at each of her sides and they didn’t wait their turn, oh no, they put their hands on her. All over her body, searing her flesh beneath her clothes as if they were branding her as theirs.
Hector tugged aside the collar of her blouse, licking across her collarbone with his other hand on her thigh.
Patrick groaned against the back of her neck, nipping at it as he palmed the upper curve of her backside. “So fucking sexy,” he mumbled across her skin and she closed her eyes.
“Beautiful,” Hector added. “Soft skin, so fragrant I want to bathe in it. I want to smell you on my pillow tomorrow morning. Intoxicating.”
Their hands were everywhere and nowhere close enough to where she needed them. They overwhelmed her, igniting a passion inside her she never knew existed, at least not inside her.
For other people, sure.
For younger women just starting out in this thing called love and life, absolutely.
But not for her.
Not for someone who’d failed at marriage once and had never really enjoyed sex all that much anyway.
With the three men who now surrounded her, thoughts and rationalizations just disappeared. They whispered to her what they wanted to do to her and whispered to each other about how much they wanted her, lusted after her, couldn’t stop thinking about her.
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