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Chapter 23
Varden
Islipped the Audi’s gearshift into park outside Silk, and unlocked the glove box for my mask.
If it ever got out that I went to sex clubs—well, San Francisco was open-minded, but understanding only went so far.
So I was always careful. Very careful.
And I had to watch myself around Saffi, too.
Miss M greeted me, like she always did, with a kiss on my mask. I ran a soft finger down her bare arm, leaving goose bumps in its wake. Her usual steely look dissolved momentarily, and I could practically smell her need. She might be in a sex club night after night, but that didn’t mean she was getting serviced.
Poor thing.
I wandered through the packed first floor, discreetly watching one couple take seats on a large sofa next to another man and woman. After some furtive glances, the two women began chatting, leading to introductions, and eventual laughter. It was just a matter of time before they retired to a room upstairs where the men would trade their eager wives, everyone excited at the prospect of some unfamiliar pussy and cock. I couldn’t help but smile inside my mask.
Some couples played all the time, and for some, it was a once-in-a-lifetime adventure. They’d never forget their night at the club, that was for sure.
I grabbed myself a drink and cruised up to the second floor where the real partying took place. I spied my friends X, Y, and Z and decided to kill some time chatting them up while waiting for Saffi. Or B, as I’d be calling her.
It was fucking hot she had no idea who I was. And I planned to keep it that way.
“Well, look who it is! Mr. Mask.” I couldn’t be sure which woman was which, but did it really matter?
“Ladies. How are you, my beautiful alphabet girls?”
After a chorus of greetings, one leapt to her feet to get a fresh round of drinks. The curvy one patted a spot on the sofa for me to squeeze into. Once wedged between two of the beauties, one of them played with the edges of my mask.
This, I did not like, and gently removed her hand.
“Now, now. You know I don’t remove my mask at the club.”
“Aw, c’mon. You’re so hot. I want to see more of you,” she whined.
“Sweetie, that’s not part of the deal.”
She shrugged. “Can’t blame a girl for trying.”
“Hey,” the other said, running a finger down the side of my neck to my chest. “What do you say we go to one of the rooms?”
“Yes,” the skinny one said. “How ‘bout a little ménage?”
I stretched my arms along the back of the sofa, and reached around their shoulders.
“How ’bout you show me what you’re talking about?” I drew them toward each other with a hand on each of their backs.
They leaned in at my invitation, their mouths close but not quite touching each other, perhaps contemplating what they might do to convince me to take them to a more private setting.
“Well. Look at you three.” The third had returned with drinks.
She stood before us, clad in sheer lace panties, high heels, and glittery nipple tape on her perky breasts. Her mask was an ornate confection in all black with feathers shooting from the brow, like the plume on a quail.
Then she ran off to say hi to someone else, and the little bounce in her tits made my dick twitch.
Shit. Saffi. Where the hell was she?
“Ladies,” I said, untangling myself from their limbs and standing. “I’ve got to move on.”
They rolled their eyes.
“C’mon. Beauties like you never sit alone for long,” I reassured them.
“All right then. Maybe next time?”
“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 my little reporter.
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.
