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I picked her up at eight. She walked out of her office building looking slamming as always with those never-ending long legs on skyscraper heels, and her uniform, which she wore painfully well.
She slipped into the limo next to me and laid a big kiss on my lips. As usual, my dick twitched to remind me it was there.
Down, boy.
“Hello, beautiful,” I said.
Even in the low light I was able to see her blush.
“Hey there,” she answered with a smile.
“What do you feel like doing?” I asked.
She rubbed her chin for a moment. “I know! Let’s do something naughty. I’m in the mood for naughty.”
She looked to me like I was the expert in naughty, so I closed the window between the driver and us. “What put you in that mood?”
“Well,” she said. “We just got over a major hurdle with the Mommy Knows software. I’m feeling very confident and gutsy.”
“No kidding. What was the hurdle?”
“It was that one I told you about, where the dirty diaper sensor was reading wrong. It was mixing up its signals. And that’s all you really want to know,” she said, laughing.
“Okay. I think you’re right. Dirty diapers are not really conducive to a naughty night out.”
“I don’t suppose they are. Actually, unless you absolutely have to, I’d recommend not talking about them at all, ever. Unless you’re dealing directly with one and have no choice,” she said.
Nothing like a smart girl with a sense of humor.
“Okay then,” I said. “How naughty do you want to go?”
My dick was getting harder by the second.
“Gosh, I don’t know. Are there a lot of options?”
Oh, my sweet, sweet girl.
“You’re in freaking New York City, baby. The options are endless,” I explained.
“Really? Well I guess I’ve been living under a rock.”
“All right. First option. We could go to a strip club. A nice one, not a divey one,” I offered.
“Oh, that’s an idea. I’ve been to a strip club once before. On a dare,” she added.
“Or…we could go to a sex club,” I ventured, not sure how that would go over.
“A sex club? Like where people sit around having sex?” she asked.
“Something like that. Some people watch, some perform. It’s whatever you feel like. And always consensual.”
She looked out the window at the red light where we were stopped. At this point I didn’t care if she was into it or not, just as long as I could get her naked, and soon.
Then she turned back to me. “Is it safe? I mean, will you stick with me?” she asked.
I threw my head back and laughed. I couldn’t help it.
“Will I stick with you? Hell, yeah. Just try to get rid of me.”
She reached across the seat and took my hand. “We could do that. I mean, I’d like to try it.”
“If you don’t like it, we’ll leave right away,” I offered.
“Let’s go.”
* * *
Cripes. I’d sought out Nara to offer a mea culpa, and even do a bit of groveling if necessary to get back in her good graces.
And now we were heading across town to go to a freaking sex club.
There were several such clubs in Manhattan just like there were in every major city, and I’d been to a few of them with various kinky girlfriends. But never with someone as beautiful and elegant as Nara.
And never with someone who I was as determined to keep all to myself.
I had the limo stop at the end of a block, and we walked back a few addresses until we landed in front of a plain black door that blended in with the rest of the block. A large bouncer stepped out of the shadows, looked us up and down, and let us in.
We entered a long, dimly lit hallway.
At the end, a costumed woman waited in what looked like the ticket booth of an old movie theater. As we got closer, she smiled and slipped a few condoms onto the counter.
Nara looked surprised but slid them into her skirt pocket. I paid the admission, and we were buzzed in.
I could barely walk with the huge erection I’d already sprung—there was nothing sexier than the thought of fucking Nara in front of an audience.
