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Carter tells the bouncer the password, holds up his phone while the guy scans the app, then tells him to go inside. I do the same and then behind me, Carter’s friend Declan does as well, then we enter. As soon as we’re inside, Declan breaks off on his own and heads straight for the bar set up at the far end of what I can only assume is an empty or abandoned one-story office building. The carpeting is definitely industrial and quite ugly with swirled patterns in it and the walls are a plain white.
That’s the only thing plain about it, though. Like before, there is station after station of people doing various sexual things with and to each other with dozens of others in fancy clothing standing around watching with cocktails in their hands. The smell of sex, alcohol, and bodies is strong and heavy in the air.
Obviously, it’s the first time I’m here with Carter on an actual date, and he holds my hand as we look around.
“What do you want to do first?” he asks.
“That’s kind of a weird question. We’re not at an amusement park,” I reply cheekily.
He grabs my ass. “Punishment for sass it is, then,” he growls in my ear.
“Let’s just watch,” I suggest with a laugh, pointing at the stations. I won’t lie and say that I haven’t thought often about what I’d seen last time. I would have dreams about it, that I was one of the participants. It was a huge turn-on.
“As you wish,” he says, kissing my hand. “Want a drink?”
“Yes, red wine,” I reply.
I’m surprised when he leaves me alone to head to the bar. I turn to the first station where a pale woman is secured to a life-size leather-padded black X, her wrists tied to the top of each point and her ankles cuffed to the bottom points. She’s naked, save for the silky black blindfold around her eyes and a thin gold waist chain slung across her hips. A naked dark-skinned man with a lot of muscles and a huge dick uses a feather to run across her taut nipples. Her red-painted mouth is open as she lets the sensations run over her. Since her legs are spread open, he takes the feather and runs it across her vagina. Then, he grabs a riding crop and whips it. She flinches but smiles.
Ouch. That doesn’t look like fun.
Quickly after, he gestures to a man I hadn’t noticed sitting behind him. This one’s also nude and pale and looks to where the other man is pointing. He quickly goes over to her and puts his face between her legs, using his thumbs to spread her lips apart, and begins spearing his tongue in and out of her. Her vagina is red from the whipping and I’m assuming he’s soothing the pain with some very delicious-looking cunnilingus.
I squirm a little in my leather skirt. I have no panties on and worry I’ll get too aroused and start to drool my own juices down my leg.
Carter returns with our drinks and hands me my wine glass. I take a sip and am satisfied with the earthy sweet tones of the liquor.
“You enjoying the show?” he whispers in my ear.
I nod as I sip. “Yes. That X is a very clever invention. He has access to every part of her except her backside.”
“It’s called a St. Andrew’s Cross,” he replies.
I laugh that I share a name with it, and then look up at him. “Really? Doesn’t look like a cross.”
“It was named for St. Andrew in the Bible. He didn’t feel worthy to be crucified like Christ so he asked for this instead.”
“I’m glad someone in my family didn’t develop it,” I say my eyes sparkling with mischief.
“Funny,” he replies dryly.
I study the design. “Well, most crucifixion deaths are from suffocation from hanging, so I wonder how he died on that type of cross.”
“Not sure, just telling you where the name was derived from,” he replies.
“How blasphemous,” I reply.
He chuckles. “When you put it that way, I guess it is. It’s still very popular.”
“I can see why.”
We move to the next station and I accidentally bump into someone. Wine splashes on my chest and Carter looks down at my ample breasts almost spilling out of the black leather and lace tank top. Without a word, he leans down and licks it off the swell of my breasts and between my cleavage.
I shudder, the anticipation growing.
We walk down the row of stations and stop by one where two women are pleasuring one man. One is sucking him off while lying underneath him, the other has a large purple vibrator and is sliding it in and out of his ass. She’s using her other hand to finger the woman giving him head, her legs spread wide. He looks completely overwhelmed and I can only imagine how much he’s going to explode into her mouth.
“Do you like that?” I ask Carter, pointing to the dildo.
