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  She led me past the dance floor and to a stairway guarded by two bouncers. V.I.P. area, my kind of place. I had never actually been in a real V.I.P. area but anything to get away from the crowds.

  Upstairs was a long hallway with a number of black doors on either side. From the door closest to us, I heard the faint sound of bass vibrating. Maybe not just V.I.P. rooms, but some sort of themed V.I.P. rooms?

  I imagined that this was where the celebrities hung out. I pictured one room with drum and bass, another house music and down the line.

  “Are you ready?” She turned around and asked with a smirk.

  “Sure,” I said with a smile.

  She opened the door for me and it took my eyes a minute to adjust to the new atmosphere. My mouth dropped. It may have been a V.I.P. room, but not at all like I had expected. Loud beats of electronic music filled the room, but I wouldn’t say that this was some sort of music themed room. No, this had a different theme.

  Around a small black stage, were several rows of plush black leather coaches and chairs. Every seat taken by men and women in various states of dress. It was hard to see through the foggy darkness, but it was safe to say no one was keeping their hands to themselves. Where was I? How was this allowed?

  I was suddenly hit with vertigo when I looked down. The entire floor was made of thick glass and I could see straight down onto the dance floor.

  Luckily the club’s lights were just underneath the glass and they were too bright for anybody to see up into the room. Those people down there probably had no idea what was going on just over their heads. I know I didn’t when I was down there just two minutes ago.

  The stage was lit with dim red lights. There was something that looked kind of like a bench in a weight room, black painted metal frame and red cushions. However, what stood out on this metal bench was the almost naked blonde woman bent over it, her bare ass sticking up into the air.

  She was kneeling and bent over, naked except for a black leather bra and matching thong. It wasn’t until we navigated around a few couches and got closer that I realized it was Becky. A masked man stood behind her holding a large wooden paddle. She was locked to the bench at her ankles and wrists, leather straps and chains wrapped tightly up her forearms and calves. I watched in a twisted fascination as she struggled against the restraints.

  My heart pounded, practically out of my chest. I wanted to run away. Yet Becky had a huge grin on her face. She flicked her blonde hair to the side as she looked over her shoulder at the man standing behind her, practically egging him on for another hit.

  I’d heard of places like this, but of course had never been to one. Never even thought about going to a club like this. I had thought about what it would be like to be in her position before, but never considered it an actual fantasy of mine.

  I never thought I would stumble across one of these places in such a popular establishment. I figured this was the kind of rare situation you would only find in some dark sex dungeon in someone’s basement or something. Was this sort of thing common? I had no clue.

  Lucy came closer to me and whispered in my ear from behind, “What do you think?”

  What do I think? I couldn’t turn away. It was like a bad car accident about to happen and I had to see it. Every time the large man in the mask twisted around and snapped his arm forward, resulting in a resounding-SMACK-my heart jumped with excitement. I had to admit, a slight buzz of electricity rattled my nerves. It was an odd feeling I had never felt before, getting excited from something so taboo and naughty.

  What must it have felt like for her? To be completely dominated by a stranger? Giving into the man’s wishes and taking any amount of pain he felt like dishing out. But still, the whole thing made me nervous.

  “I don’t know.” I said, too scared to admit my curiosity.

  “You’ll love it.” Lucy wrapped her arms around me from behind. A shiver rolled down my back when I felt her hot breath tease the skin on my neck before planting a soft kiss. My eyes fluttered closed as I enjoyed the touch of her lips against me. It was easily the single hottest thing that had ever happened to me.

  The man on the stage raised his arm, high into the air so everyone could see the paddle; the wood washed red from the lighting. I couldn’t believe my eyes. This didn’t seem real.

  SMACK!

  A sharp yelp skipped out of Becky as her body lurched forward from the impact. It had to hurt like hell, but her moan said she enjoyed it. I didn’t understand. But I wanted to.

  Lucy’s hands went from innocently on my hips to dangerously close between my legs. I felt her fingertips graze just below the bottom of my dress. My stomach twisted in a knot as I thought about what I was doing and where I was.

  My brain yelled- stop her. What sort of woman enjoyed this torture? But my body wanted her to keep going. My nerves were rattled but I couldn’t shake the feeling of overwhelming excitement coursing through my veins.

  The man with the paddle reeled back again and the room went silent, anticipating the loud-

  SMACK!

  The impact made Becky’s legs shake. The sound electrified my body. I could feel my pussy dampen my thong as Lucy peeled the bottom of my short-tight fitting dress up my legs. I closed my eyes, my lips quivered as her soft hand slid up the inside of my thigh, tickling me slightly. As soon as my dress was peeled halfway up my ass I felt the cool air of the room kiss my cheeks.

  I suddenly felt more naked and exposed than I had ever felt before.

  Her fingertips teased the outline of my lips from the outside of my panties. I turned my head and nestled my face into her neck, letting out a soft moan of approval. I didn’t even care what my sorority sisters would say if they saw me now.

  I had completely given in.

  As Lucy’s other arm snaked around my waist and pulled me closer I felt her breasts press against my back. I barely knew her, but I had never wanted a woman so much. The heat passing between my legs made me want to turn around, unzip her pants, and burry my face between her legs.

  On the stage, I watched the man put the paddle back on a wall of unique looking contraptions and miscellaneous equipment. I thought for a moment that the show was done, but really it was just getting started.

  He walked around in front of Becky. The man in the mask looked around at the crowd then unzipped his jeans. He reached into his pants and pulled out his stiffened cock. I was shocked at the brazen encounter that was happening in front of me. Becky on the other hand had a faint smile as she looked over her shoulder and licked her lips. Her ass slowly rolled backwards but the chains stopped her with a clang from moving any farther.

  A breath caught in my throat as Lucy pulled the thin fabric of my thong to the side and slid her fingers up between my wet lips, waking up my whole body. I widened my stance, parting my legs a bit, allowing an easier entry for her. I was hers, whatever she wanted to do to me she could.

  The masked man walked to the side of the bench and stuck his cock towards Becky’s opened mouth. His dick hovered teasingly close to her mouth, not allowing her to taste him yet. She lurched forward in her restraints and reached her tongue out. A deep moan echoed under his mask as her tongue lightly grazed the crown of his cock.

  A jolt of electricity shook my leg as Lucy twirled a wet finger around my sensitive clit before sliding down my folds and entering my opening with a forceful push. I didn’t care that she was a complete stranger. I didn’t care that I didn’t know her. All I cared about was the uncontrollable lust coursing through my veins.

  Most of the audience had become wrapped up in their own sexual encounters and paid little attention to the stage. I had attended my share of wild hormone fueled parties in college, but nothing that could compare to this. A woman to my right forcefully bobbed her head up and down on a man’s dick. On the other side of the stage I watched a man press his face into a woman’s wet slit, her nails scraped against the black leather couch as his tongue flicked up and down.

  Lucy let her other hand
slid up the side of my ribs and into the top opening of my dress, her fingers rolling over my budding nipple.

  I forgot about everyone else and became wrapped around her fingers. She teased me, I wanted more yet this wasn’t like getting finger fucked by my high school girlfriend in the backseat of his car.

  This was erotic, each movement of her fingers perfectly calculated to elevate my heart rate and feeling of pleasure. I wanted to give into my animalistic desires, bend over, and present her with my pussy.

  I didn’t normally have thoughts like this, but I couldn’t control them. The sexually charged atmosphere had completely taken over my better judgments.

  And I didn’t care.

  I reached behind and clutched at her leg as her fingers danced around my clit. Even with the music, I knew the people around us could hear my whimpered moans.

  She held me close as I smelt a hint of her perfume, a scent with a flowery blend. I loved it. It wasn’t like the cheap perfume the girls my age doused all over themselves. Her kisses found their way to my ear, teasingly biting at me. The feeling and sound of her hot breath sent chills up the back of my neck.

  All of sudden she thrust two fingers deep inside me, almost too far. The suddenness surprised me. It was overwhelming and the orgasm that was growing inside me teetered on the edge of an explosion. I would’ve fallen to my knees if she hadn’t been holding me upright, pressing my waist against her.

  I looked back at her and smiled as she shot a warm smile back. She made me feel comfortable even though we were in one heck of a crazy situation. She seemed so normal, why was she here?

  “Are you ready for more?” She asked as her warm smile turned devilish.

  “Yes,” I said softly. I knew I shouldn’t have been there. I shouldn’t have let her touch me, but I didn’t want anything else.

  I wanted her to take me—“some place more private?”

  “Certainly.” She said with a wink as she grabbed my hand and headed towards the door.

  I was thinking back to her place, where I could get away from this unreal environment and digest what I had just seen before she fucked my brains out. Instead, she led me to a room across the hallway. I turned to say something to her, but she had that warm, friendly smile. I don’t know why I didn’t say take me home, but I didn’t.

  She led me through the empty room, to the stage with an identical bench in the middle of it. My heart thundered in my chest, this bench was waiting for me. The pounding in my chest grew harder and harder the closer we got to it.

  I wanted to turn and run away, but my feet carried me forward despite the screaming voice inside my head. Lucy led me to the edge of the bench. I looked down at the red velvety cushion and imagined it would feel good against my naked skin. My thoughts were interrupted as her hand snaked through my hair and caressed my head before she planted a soft kiss on my neck.

  My eyes fluttered closed, completely lost in the moment. Then, without warning, her fist gripped my hair and thrust me down, bending me over the bench. I grit my teeth, shocked at her sudden aggression.

  “Do not struggle.” She whispered in my ear.

  I didn’t want to struggle. As much as I told myself I should run away I had to admit I wanted this. She wrapped the leather binds carefully around my wrists, then ankles.

  “You look so fucking hot right now.” She said as her hand pressed against the back of my bare thigh and slid up over the curve of my ass.

  I didn’t know how to respond to that. I started to blush, like she was just a normal girl that had given me a compliment at a normal bar, even though all of this was far from normal.

  “Thank you,” I whimpered.

  She pulled my dress up around my waist, exposing my almost bare ass. The temperature in the other room with all the people and sexual acts was boiling. This room felt cold, contrasting the warmth of her touch. I was nervous, yet when I looked at Lucy a piece of me started to melt.

  Her soft hand caressed my ass and there was nothing I could do to stop her if I wanted to. My nerves were still there, but they were now rejoined by what seemed like a never ending desire for this woman I barely knew. A desire for her to fill the aching emptiness between my legs.

  She took a wooden paddle off the wall and spun it around in her hand. Definitely not her first time using it.

  “Please go easy with me. It’s my first time.” I sounded so naive, like a high school girl about to lose her virginity. There was no way that this wouldn’t hurt. Now, who knows what she thought of me after that statement.

  “Don’t tell me this is your first time?” She said shocked.

  “Yeah.”

  “You are into BDSM in other ways, right? You like to be bound and gagged or something along those lines? I can definitely tell that you’re a submissive.”

  “First time.”

  “What are you doing here?” She said with a slight laugh.

  “My friend brought me here. The blonde we watched getting paddled in the other room. She’s my neighbor.”

  “No shit. Well, I’ll try to go easy on you.”

  “Thanks.” As I said that, she gently tapped the wood against my ass. I didn’t know what to expect, but it felt a lot more solid than I imagined.

  She pulled back, my muscles tensed from the anticipation of the hit. I was physically scared. I wanted to tell her not to do it. I wanted to run away, but I was bound to the bench in a room with nobody and completely at her mercy.

  SMACK!

  The hard wood paddle knocked me forward. Instantly a sharp pain ripped through my whole body. It hurt like hell. I clenched my eyes shut and grit my teeth as my bare ass flared red. I had never been spanked before, but there were something oddly naughty about it.

  Just as the pain started to recede she reached forward and pulled my thong down my legs. A slight flutter of pain attacked my sensitive skin as the strap of my panties passed over my smacked ass. As soon as my panties were off she pressed her finger up and down my folds. I rolled my hips against her exploring hand, loving the sensation of her fingertips teasingly probing inside my entrance.

  Before I had a chance to fully register the pain mixing with the new found pleasure, she pulled back and hit me again with the paddle.

  SMACK!

  “Holy shit!” This time it was much harder and practically sent me flying off the bench, the chains clattered as my body lurched forward. It made my whole body shake as I felt the cool air kiss my stinging skin. Just like before, she reached up and pressed her fingers inside my dripping slit. I bit my lip as she grinded her hand against my mound. I could feel my juices wet the inside of my thighs as she worked up and down.

  “What did you think?” She asked, obviously enjoying a first timer.

  “I don’t know.” I muttered, not sure what else to say.

  “Did you like it?”

  “Yeah.” I said softly, not sure about how I could enjoy being paddled.

  “Do you want me to do that again?”

  “No, I want you to do something else. Fuck me.” I said, surprised at my blunt tone. I looked back to see her grinning as she started to unfasten her belt.

  No foreplay, I didn’t need it. I didn’t want it. She just unzipped her pants and pulled them down her legs. I looked over my shoulder and watched as grabbed something out of a nearby chest. It was a massive purple strap on dildo. My heart fluttered as I prepared myself for what was about to happen. I had never been fucked with a strap on before. Her eyes flared with a huge grin. Her hips swayed back and forth as she shimmied the harness into place.

  She stood for a moment, staring at my bent over pussy with her strap on cock eagerly jutting out in front of her, the tip hard and ready for me. With a wink, she pressed a button and the dildo came to life buzzing in front of her.

  I barely knew her, but I had never wanted someone as much as I wanted her. I never had sex with someone outside of a relationship. I was one of the ‘good girls’. I thought I had standards, but now I didn’t care. I just wante
d to get fucked like a chained animal.

  I wanted to be used.

  She kicked her pants out of the way and walked up behind me, her cock bounced teasingly with every step.

  My breath quivered when I felt her grasp my hips. Her fingers pressed into my skin as she pulled my ass closer to her cock. I grit my teeth as the restraints dug into my wrists after she pulled at me. She rubbed the vibrating tip along my ass cheek. My breath stilled. The buzzing tip teasingly trailed along my sensitive and bruised skin.

  Finally I felt the thick head of the cock rub down the crack in my ass and press slightly into the entrance of my pussy. A spark of electricity arched my back as the vibrating cock head buzzed against my slit.

  My slick juices allowed it to ease past my folds. I clawed at the red cushion as I felt her cock penetrate and separate my wet lips. The feeling of the buzzing cock head gliding past my walls sent my world spinning.