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She’s carrying a flat gold box. Julia’s eyes widen when she notices the girl, and she tilts her head in confusion as she hears the tiny bell.

“Ah, Julia, Mika is just here to bring your present and show us around the party. Nothing to worry about.”

Julia pulls her robe closer across her heaving breasts. A flush creeps across her cheeks.

I know seeing Mika’s obedience is stirring something in her. My cock twitches thinking about how wet her cunt must be. I lick my lips, aching to taste her.

Patience. That is the virtue I need most right now.

“Mika, show my guest into the salon,” I say with a sharp, commanding tone. I’m struggling to maintain control of myself as I watch Julia’s reaction to my little club.

Mika shifts the box to one hand and reaches for a gold double door in the center of the back wall of the lobby. My crest of filigree cuffs linked over a coiled whip adorning the door splits in two as she opens the left side.

The salon is dimly lit, and the colors fade to grey and black. Sheer gold curtains shade the figures writhing in pleasure, scattered on couches and cushions.

I put a hand on Julia’s lower back and steer her deeper into the room, guiding her as she gapes at her overwhelming surroundings. Spencer takes her hand and kisses her fingertips.

“Ready, Sweets?” he whispers.

Julia takes a deep breath and nods.

Mika leads us into the salon on a winding path, showing off the many patrons scattered around the room, each locked in their own scenes of pleasure and power. Julia’s eyes dart around the room in amazement. I watch with amusement as she struggles to take in all the naked bodies around us.

To our left, two men wearing designer jeans and open neck shirts recline on lush grey velvet couches. A girl in gilded chainmail and a collar is doubled over near them, her leash in the hand of the taller guy as she gyrates over them. She sways to the thumping music as the flashing lights glint off the gold metal barely covering her full breasts.

I turn Julia towards the scene, causing her breath to catch in her throat. I kiss her neck while holding her face towards the collared girl.

“What do you think of the collar?” I whisper into her soft skin.

“It’s…incredible,” she moans gently.

I open the top of her robe. Spencer stands behind her and starts running his hands up her ass.

I see a pair of redheads over her shoulder. Lengths of blue silk are tied around their small chests and curved hips, securing their hands behind their backs. Their rose-colored lips and tongues are lapping at a thick dark cock attached to a naked man strapped to a dark wooden table.

At the head of the table is a dark-skinned woman draped in linen, her bare pussy over the man’s face, his tongue stretching hungrily toward her slick lips, just millimeters out of reach.

I spin Julia around. Spencer grabs her waist and immediately buries his face into her flushed, heaving breasts.

“Watch them worship that cock. Makes your mouth water doesn’t it?” I whisper in her ear, pressing her full ass into my throbbing erection.

I slide my hands down the silk robe and press my fingers to her wet slit. “Hmmm, seems to make something else water, too, doesn’t it?”

Spencer is pawing at the front of her robe, her dripping slit just barely exposed to the two of us in the dim light of the room. I want to watch them go further, but there’s so much more to show before she’s truly ready.

“Sir?” Mika’s soft voice calls my attention to the center of the room. A tangle of limbs on a king-sized couch catches my eye.

I draw Julia away by the hand. Spencer smiles at her and watches me lead her to the couch. I push her down to sit on the couch next to the tangle of limbs.

At least five people are pulsing and sweating to the driving beat of the music in the background. Julia sits next to them, her robe falling open and away from her silky shoulders. The silk puddles around her hips as she stares on in amazement.

The sound of moaning lovers easily tears her eyes from mine. I watch Julia watching the throng of hedonistic pleasure. Her breaths are coming short as she leans forward and props herself up with one hand on the bed, her fingers close to a bare, undulating thigh.

“Tantalizing, isn’t it? Do you like to watch, Julia? Or maybe you would like to be watched? We can make any fantasy you have come true here,” I say, keeping my voice low, for her ears only.

Spencer joins her on the couch and takes her other hand. He kisses her fingertips again, then trails up her arm. I stand over her and spread her knees; I can feel the heat from her dripping cunt through my pants.

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