The doorman stood and opened a heavy, carved wooden door just to the left of his desk to admit them.
They walked into a crowded, dimly-lit bar, techno-pop music blasting, lights flashing.
"I'll find you later,” Ashlyn yelled in his ear before she headed to the bar.
Zach gazed around, amazed at the getups people wore. A tall, muscular guy wore a g-string, garter belt and stockings. One woman's outfit consisted of a bra made of silver chains circling her bare breasts and similar chains on her hips. He swallowed hard.
He decided to wander around. Ashlyn was at the bar getting a drink. Not a bad idea, but he'd wait.
Signs directed him to “The Playpen,” the “Dom Room,” and the “Torture Chamber.” Whoa. If Ashlyn headed to the Torture Chamber, no effin’ way was he staying away.
He watched Ash get her drink, glance his way, and then start mingling through the crowd. He approached the bar and found a seat where he could survey the room. As he sipped his beer, flashing colored strobe lights illuminated partiers writhing and bouncing on the dance floor, all in various states of undress.
This was nuts. But everyone seemed to be having such a good time, it was hard to think it was all depraved. He noticed a man and woman making out on a couch. Things progressed—including, much to Zach's dismay, his hard-on—until a discreet bouncer hustled the couple out. Zach recalled the paper with the dress code also saying, “no sex except in designated rooms."
He couldn't help but be curious, so he went out the door through which the couple had been led. Doors with signs opened off a wide, artfully-lit corridor. The couple disappeared into the Playpen, so with a shrug, Zach followed.
Couples in various combinations of male and female were engaged in numerous stages of sex. His eyes widened. Holy shit.
"Looking for a partner, gorgeous?"
He turned to the woman. She was statuesque, dark-haired, actually kind of attractive in a French maid outfit that hid little.
"No thanks,” he muttered.
"Ah.” She winked knowingly. “You're into voyeurism."
"No!” he exclaimed forcefully, but she'd disappeared.
Well, voyeurism was relatively harmless.
Unable to drag his eyes away, Zach watched. And against his will, became even more turned-on.
He realized he'd better find Ashlyn. Some job he was doing keeping an eye on her. He was a pervert.
He went back to the bar but after fifteen minutes of looking, he realized she wasn't there. She must have gone to one of the other rooms. He went back to the hall and pushed the first door he came to. It was the Torture Chamber.
Okay, now this was sick.
There were people handcuffed, chained, being spanked and whipped. There were fewer people so it was easy to see Ashlyn wasn't there—thank Christ—so he left.
Next was the Dom Room. Peering into the dim light, he saw similar scenarios as the Torture Chamber, but not quite as severe. He watched one woman receive a sexy spanking from her partner, both of them obviously excited and enjoying it. The woman's ass glowed pink and she was panting. He clearly wasn't really hurting her.
Another man had a woman bent over some kind of cushioned table, her hands above her head in fur handcuffs while the man took her from behind. Her face, turned to the side, reflected her ecstasy.
Zach gulped and left the room. He must have missed Ashlyn, so he went back to the bar. Damn. Again, not there. Then he realized there were stairs leading up to another level.
He hurried up the stairs, passing a man dressed in leather coming down, who eyed him hungrily and arched a brow. Zach shook his head and kept going. He wasn't homophobic, but he definitely wasn't interested in experimenting.
Finally. He found Ashlyn, and when she saw him, she came right over. Her face was flushed, and she looked even more enticing.
"I was looking for you,” she said, her voice a little husky. “We can go now."
"Already?” The word popped out of his mouth before he could stop it.
She gave him a knowing look. “What? You don't want to go?"
He could deny it. Or he could go for it. He studied Ashlyn. She looked just a little ... hot and bothered. He went for it.
"I have to admit, this place is kind of intriguing. Did you find your guy already?"
"Yup. I didn't have to do a thing. He was already with someone, getting spanked in the Torture Chamber. Getting more than spanked."
"Ah."
They looked at each other.
"Since you got all dressed up...” He ran a finger over the top of her swelling breasts.
She grabbed hold of his hand. “I can't believe you're into this,” she teased, still smiling.
"Not all of it,” he admitted. “The Torture Chamber was a little rough for my tastes."
Her eyes twinkled. “Where do you want to go?"
"Where do
you
want to go?” he countered.
She turned even rosier.
"I was accused of being a voyeur,” he said softly, stroking a hand across her bare shoulder. “I needed a partner."
She swallowed. “I don't know...” she whispered. “Having sex in front of other people is pretty kinky."
"We could just watch,” he suggested. “C'mon."
He took her hand and led her down the stairs, through the bar and into the hall.
"Actually"—she tugged his hand—"I saw something in the Dom Room that looked kind of interesting."
"Really?” He stopped, and his heart sped up a little.
She looked a little embarrassed, but met his eyes. They entered, and she went over to the cushioned table he'd noticed earlier.
The little devil, he thought with surprised delight, and his dick almost ripped his briefs open.
"We'll need to get you out of these,” he murmured, touching her shorts. He glanced around. Nobody paid any attention to them. She trembled under his hands.
"But first, let's do this,” he said, deciding she wasn't quite ready. He kissed her, hot, wet, urgent, his tongue stroking over hers, and she melted into him. He could feel her heart pounding, and she wrapped her arms around his neck.
Oh yeah. She was turned on too.
He kissed her over and over, hands on her ass, the leather stretched smooth by the curves of her cheeks, and moved her backwards until she bumped against the table. He lifted her so she was sitting and stood between her bare legs. He could smell her arousal mingling with the scent of leather, and it made him nuts.
"I'd really like to see your breasts,” he whispered. “Is that okay?” She nodded jerkily, taking quick little breaths, her eyes glazed.
"This is the craziest thing I've ever done,” she said, fingers going to the fasteners down the front of the leather bustier. The stiff garment opened like a book. Zach tossed it onto the table, suddenly oblivious to anyone around them, and filled his hands with her tits.
She pushed forward into his hands, and he groaned. Then he bent his head to taste her nipples. They were like raspberries—hard and red and sweet. He sucked and stroked his tongue over them, loving the taste, the texture. And he loved Ashlyn's shuddering response as she placed her hands on the table beside her and gave herself to him.
"You're so sweet,” he murmured, lifting up to look at her beautiful flushed face. He undid the snap of the low-riding shorts and lowered the zipper. She lifted her hips to let him tug them off, and they joined the bustier.
She wore a barely-there black thong, so he didn't bother to remove it, just slid his fingers under the tiny strip of damp fabric into her wet heat.
The music in the room drowned out the sounds of the other couples, other than the slapping of someone being spanked. But he could hear Ashlyn's moans of delight as his fingers plunged in and out of her slick, tight sheath.
"Okay,” he said suddenly. “Off the table."
She whimpered as he withdrew but slid to the floor. He put his hands on her shoulders to turn her, and then pushed her down onto the table, using deliberate force. He knew this domination/submission stuff gave Ashlyn a thrill.
As he reached for the furry cuffs, he noticed a bump on the table right where ... yes. When Ashlyn stretched out, cuffed hands above her head, the mound was right under her mound. He saw her move against it. Oh yeah. This would be just as good for her. She made a low sound of pleasure.
"Spread you legs for me,” he ordered her roughly, and she complied.
At that moment, Zach became aware they were being watched by another couple who'd come in. Strangely, this was even more of a turn-on for him, and excitement zinged through his gut to his swollen dick.
He reached down for a condom from the conveniently placed bowl on a shelf under the table and rolled it on. A bottle of lubricant sat there too, but he was pretty sure he wasn't going to need that, judging from Ashlyn's arousal.
His hands stroked over Ashlyn's bare ass, loving her smooth round cheeks. She was perfect. He trailed his fingers lower, to the back of her thighs, and she quivered in response. Then he drew his fingers through the sensitive crease where thigh joined cheek, and up between those luscious cheeks.
Her whole body was vibrating now. She had her face turned to the side, and he reached up to move her long hair out of her mouth, since she was helpless to do it herself. Her eyes were closed, cheeks flaming, lips parted as she drew shuddering breaths.
He reached into his boxers and grabbed hold of his dick. He stroked it up and down between the cheeks of her ass, and then lower until he pushed into her, overcome with excitement. She bit down on her bottom lip.
He held her hips and thrust in, withdrew, pushed in again. She was so wet she was practically dripping. Who knew she had this little inner kink? And who knew he liked to be watched?
The thought made him shudder.
Ashlyn was on the edge, and her butt moved against him, and then she rubbed her clit on the table. Then, with sharp gasps, she convulsed under him. God, that was a beautiful thing.
He rammed into her one last time as she clenched around him. His blood ran hot, and his ears rang as he pumped himself into her.
Spent, he lay on top of her for a long moment, trying to catch his breath.
"I can't believe we just did that,” Ashlyn whispered.
"Are you okay?” he asked, meaning,
any regrets? Are you pissed off at me for making you do this
?
"Yes,” she said lazily. “I'm fine. Totally fine."
He reached for her clothes, bringing them closer, and then undid the cuffs. She turned sinuously under him and sat up, putting her arms around him.
"I feel like I should be embarrassed, or ashamed,” she said into his chest. “But I'm not. That was amazing."
He lifted her chin and smiled at her. “It was. Don't think I want to come here all the time, but there's something about this place..."
"I know,” she said softly, stepping back to put on her bustier. “It feels dangerous, risky ... but I feel safe. Maybe it's because I'm with you."
As she wiggled her way back into her tiny shorts, he had to swallow hard. He removed the condom and dropped it into the discreet refuse container.
"Let's go home,” he said. “I want to fuck you in a bed this time."
Ashlyn felt the effects of their sexy adventure for days. Every time she thought about what they'd done, her stomach did an excited little flip. She daydreamed about sex during class. Thinking about Zach distracted her from her homework.
She still couldn't believe they'd done that. When she'd let him take her clothes off in front of all those other people—even though they weren't even looking—it had seemed so naughty, so scandalous, so wrong; but she'd wanted to do it anyway.
It was like the first time she'd had sex. She and Trevor Hill were seniors in high school. They'd been going out for almost a year, and their make-out sessions were going further and getting hotter. They'd done almost everything except actual intercourse. The night he'd gotten her naked and pulled out a condom, she was so desperately horny. Even though she knew in her head she should be saying “no,” her body and her heart wanted it so much she couldn't stop.
She'd felt that same tug at Klub Kink, the pull between good girl and slutty bad girl.
And what was the harm? She and Zach both wanted it, enjoyed it, hurt no one else by doing it. She stretched her arms over her head as she sat at her desk, feeling her body elongate, aware of it as never before. She felt lithe, sensuous, sexy. She smiled and forced her mind back to work—until Zach called to distract her again.
"Hi,” he said softly, his voice deep and sexy. She took the cordless phone and flopped down on her bed to talk. Their conversations usually lasted a good hour.
"How're you doing?"
"Great.” She sighed happily.
"You recovered from last night?"
"No,” she breathed. “I can't stop thinking about it. About you."
"I know. Me too. Damn, Ashlyn, you're hot."
"You don't think I'm slutty for doing that, do you?"
"God, no!” She heard the horror in his voice. “No way. I think you're sexy as hell and not afraid of it."
"Oh.” She laughed softly with relief. “Good."
"I called to see if you want to do something tomorrow night."
"Oh yeah.” She sighed. Then she remembered. “But I can't. I'm having dinner with my mom."
"Oh."
"I should be home by about nine-thirty or ten. That too late to come over?"
"No, that's okay. But I'll see you tomorrow at your dad's office. You're coming to the meeting, right?"
"Oh, yeah, I am."
"Now tell me about this sex decoy job. It still boggles my mind."
She sighed. “I told you what it's about."
"But it doesn't seem fair that you lead these guys on and then bust them for cheating. What's the word ... entrapment. Isn't that entrapment?"
"No!” She sat up on the bed. “I don't lead them on! I don't do anything except talk to them. I do my research about the guy—sometimes the wife tells me what I need to know, or I go on the internet—but all I do is show a little interest in the things that interest him. For some reason, that's all it takes to get a guy hooked.” Even as she said the words, fear seized her in a tight hold. Would Zach recognize the description of the night they'd met? He was a smart guy and could easily put two and two together and get ... well, get it.