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No matter how tightly I pulled my oversized coat around me, the night air nipped at my body. Flickering lights and thumping music tumbled out from the nightclub entrance across the street as I worked up the courage to go inside. Not through the main entrance but the sleeker, more discrete door near the end of the old stone building that didn’t have a queue of shivering young folk waiting.
Ruby had schooled me well in what to expect the moment I walked through the door. But nothing could have prepared me for the way my legs quaked at the reality of actually setting foot in the kinky club, or how quickly I was losing my nerve. My breath snagged in my throat as a wave of rising panic swept over me. How the hell did I let my sister talk me into it?
Stepping back, my shoulder collided with someone.
‘I’m so sorry,’ I said, turning around to find myself face to face with a pretty redheaded woman.
‘Oh, hey, Ruby!’ she said, her voice positively chirpy. Shit, she knew Ruby. Trying to mimic my sister’s expression, I grinned.
‘How’s it going?’ I said, hoping to god she didn’t ask me anything specific. I’d just have to pretend like I knew who the heck she was. Ruby had told me about her co-workers, but there was too much to remember. My brain whirred through possible names, trying to retrieve the info my sister had given me.
‘You know, same as usual. Mike’s being a dick again.’ The woman looped an arm through mine and set off across the road toward the club. I had no real option but to be dragged along with her.
‘Um, okay,’ I stuttered as a taxi zipped past us. ‘If he’s that bad, why don’t you just dump him?’
Hopefully, my assumption that Mike was her boyfriend was right. Otherwise, I’d have failed at the first hurdle.
‘You know why.’
When I looked none-the-wiser, she rolled her eyes. ‘Honestly, Ruby, you never listen to a word I say. The sex is too good to let him go.’
‘It can’t be so good that it’s worth putting up with shit from him?’ I’d seen people having sex. It didn’t look that amazing.
‘It is,’ she said as we entered through the door, a security guard smiling as he let us pass. ‘He eats me like a man possessed. Like full on lips, tongue, teeth and everything. I swear to god he makes my legs shake for an entire hour after he’s finished with me. How can I get rid of a guy who actually enjoys going down on me? That’s like fucking gold dust.’
The receptionist quickly checked both of our ID cards, mine having Ruby’s details, before typing something into her computer. She then gestured for us to proceed up the stairs. As I leaned over to retrieve my ID card, I glimpsed the other woman’s card—Molly. That’s the one. Ruby’s words came flooding back. She and Molly got on well enough, work friends but not spilling over into the real world.
‘Surely, you could find someone just as good in bed who is also nice to you outside of it?’ I said to Molly as we took the sweeping staircase to the upper floor. The decor grew more ornate as we climbed, polished wood and gold detailing coming into view with every step. Awe struck me. It was like stepping into a whole new world.
Molly laughed loudly before bumping me with her shoulder. ‘Now we both know that’s a fucking joke.’
I hadn’t been trying to be funny… and I didn’t get the joke.
Half an hour later, I followed Molly out of the changing room, sticking close to her like a child in a shopping mall for the first time. I had followed Ruby’s instructions precisely—applying the dark eye makeup, donning cherry-pink lips, and adopting her signature hairstyle–lots of volume and curled near the ends. She said it made men think she looked freshly fucked. When I glanced in the mirror, the image that stared back at me resembled her so closely that it felt strangely unsettling. It was like looking at the most familiar stranger. It made me feel like someone else. Braver. Hotter. Hell, sexier.
Walking into the club in heels, a corseted basque, a pair of tiny black hot pants, and little else had me wanting to crawl back inside myself. Every look, however fleeting, made me want to hide. The barman, Adam, called me over and passed me a tray of drinks. I tried to avoid staring at the split in his tongue as he spoke. It was separated up the middle, and when he caught me looking despite myself, he made each side move independently.
‘What up, Ruby? Cat got your tongue tonight?’ he said with a grin that made me skitter away with the drinks to find the right table and place them down with a barely disguised tremble.
Time seemed to inch by at a snail’s pace. All I wanted was to go home, curl up in my bed, and pretend the whole night was a fever dream. Everywhere I looked was image overload. People in racy outfits, people in no outfits at all. The sound of flesh hitting flesh rang in my ears as the night progressed. It was all too much.
Adam sent me to take a load of paperwork down to the boss’s office, and I slowed as I walked through a dark corridor full of floor-to-ceiling windows. Some were obscured with frosted glass, but others were on full display.
My pulse quickened as a man knelt between a woman’s thighs, licking and sucking at her while she rocked her hips against his mouth. When she grinned at me, I scurried past, my cheeks heating.
Further down the corridor, I couldn’t help but watch as two men stood toying with a woman. Bent fully over at the waist, one man forced his cock into her mouth as she spluttered, while the other held her hair in a fist and lay hard slaps against her rear. Somersaults in my stomach had me unable to look away as my breaths shortened. A twinge between my thighs had me glancing up and down the corridor, embarrassed at my gawking, the boss’s paperwork digging tightly into my palms .
Completing the task niggled at me, but I couldn’t stop watching. A fierce need flowed through me as the woman wriggled between the men, with tears welling up in her eyes. Her arse reddened under the man’s swift spanks and he traced his fingers between her thighs to show the other man her glistening desire. It made my insides twist in a way I couldn’t explain.
When he reached down and pulled his belt from his trousers in a slow, precise motion, I let out a tiny squeak.
‘Like that, do you?’ A deep male voice said behind me, making me jump. ‘Keep watching, Ruby.’
Standing stock-still, I tried to focus on the scene before me. My body was hyper-aware of the man behind me. My back prickled with his nearness, yet he refrained from touching me.
I tensed as the belt met the woman’s flesh with a delicious slap, and I let out a small gasp as she squirmed and cried. The red stripe that stayed on her skin made me want to see it on myself, to run my fingers over the mark. Would it feel warm?
‘I thought you didn’t like this sort of stuff,’ the man said, his words caressing my ear now.
