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“Of course.” I ran a finger down each of their cheeks. They were hotties, no doubt about it. But I had other plans for the night.
I surveyed the room, greeting people I knew as regulars, stopping to make small talk when I had to. I planned to see Saffi before she saw me, which was entirely possible since few single women attended the club alone. She might not realize, it but she stood out like a store thumb. In a good way.
I made a lap around the second floor. Most of the playrooms had wide open doors regardless of what was going inside. Only on the rare occasion did someone close or lock a door for privacy. I poked my head inside a couple of them, and while the scenes unfolding were damn exciting, none of them turned up Saffi.
The last room I looked in had a literal pile of women going at it. I didn’t want to intrude, seeing as there were no men there, but the play looked sweet. My cock stirred again, reminding me it would soon need some attention of its own.
Just inside the door, watching, was the woman in the half mask I’d seen the night before. She was stunning in her high heels, pencil skirt, and perfect hourglass shape.
Why did she seem so familiar?
She didn’t notice me, so enthralled as she was with the scene playing out before her.
Hmmm.
I left to check out the third floor, the part of the club that saw the most action. It lacked the dance floor and bar the other floors had. People went up there for serious play. Or whatever suited their fancy.
But still, no Saffi.
So I broke down and texted her.
Chapter 23
Saffi
I was so blown away by the hot as hell girl on girl scene unfolding before me that I nearly missed the vibrating phone in my skirt pocket. I tore myself away from watching the woman using a strap-on, glancing back as I left. I had to admire their complete dedication to pretending the big faux-penis was a real, live cock. After all, they’d stroked and sucked it like it was. And then, fucked each crazy other with it.
you coming? the message from G said.
Was he already there? Where was he? I looked around in panic but his distinctive mask was nowhere in sight.
almost there, I lied. I needed time to run to the ladies’ to rinse off the sweat I’d accumulated. And of course hide my mask.
I finger combed my hair and touched up my lipstick. Ready to go.
I headed for the first floor, with no idea where G might have been, to try and pretend I was just arriving. And there was M, watching me, like always.
Does she know something?
But I ignored her. From my position on the stairs, I evaluated the floor below. No sign of G. He wasn’t likely on the third either since that seemed to be where the hard-core partiers hung out. I ventured back to the second, where I approached the bartender I’d kissed the night before.
I beckoned him closer with a finger. He didn’t recognize me without my mask, which was just as well. “Hey, maybe you can help me find a friend. His name is G, and he wears a full-length mask. Venetian style.”
The express on his face changed, becoming downright unfriendly. “Sorry. Can’t help you.”
Whoa.
I poured on what hoped was just the right amount of indignation. “Relax. I didn’t ask for his name or social security number. I’m supposed to meet him here for a date.” I dramatically stormed away from the bar.
What was with the place and its damn secrets?
I wandered around the floor, casually poking my head into one party room after another. Just as I was about to give up and text him to set up a rendezvous point, I spotted him near the same bar I’d just left. He was mostly facing away, which was perfect. I could watch him.
Naturally, he was wearing his mask. He watched the people filing by, occasionally nodding at someone or raising his glass in a toast.
There was a tap on my shoulder.
“B, my dear friend,” M said in her warm, dripping voice. “Having a good evening?”
