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“Hey.” Addison’s protests were drowned out by Thor not pausing for breath.
“There’s a staircase that takes you to the basement.” He pointed over her left shoulder. “Most of the time play happens in private and there are a lot of rules around more public play and what is allowed. A good rule is also to ensure you ask prior to using any equipment.”
Two men called out their drinks order, and Thor grabbed their alcohol-free beer without missing a beat. “There are a lot of signs around the club to remind you of the rules. Even sober, people have a tendency to forget it's generally not a free-for-all play space where you can let loose anywhere. Penetrative activities and those that would result in body fluid etc. are in more enclosed areas. For safety reasons. But you’re still going to see things.”
Her heart quickened. Watching people do… things… was one thing, but all out intercourse?
Or rather all-in-tercourse? Shit. Her face burned. If her mama could see her now she’d have her hauled down to Pastor Mullholland’s church for a conscience cleanse.
“A sex dungeon.” Addison clapped her hands, her eyes wide and sparkling and a grin that could light up the Houston power grid spread across her face.
He nodded, returning her grin. “We have 'house doms' resident in the club. They will be more front and center in a shared space to perform some acts for those interested. It’s a way to introduce spanking, flogging, whipping, shibari, wax play…” His approving gaze swept over Addison, making Kenzie blush.
“Shibari is rope play,” supplied Paige, sipping on her second drink.
“Consent, as always, remains important, even with our house doms who have a release you sign prior to engaging. When you leave the dungeon, you enter a lounge with traditional drinks. The lounge also has a separate entrance where you can choose to only attend there for drinks without passing the dungeon. No play is allowed in that space. I’d suggest you get a wristband like your friends – unless you’re into being dominant rather than submissive, in which case you’ll need a different color to both of them.”
She sipped her drink in silence as her friends both turned to stare at her with round, hopeful eyes. Addison kicked the heel of Kenzie’s over-the-knee black leather boots. “Come on K-K. Pleeeeease? You’ve been so busy since you started working with those fucking Snow Pirates that we hardly get to hang out anymore.” She threw a pointed glare at Paige as if to encourage her to join in.
Thor quirked his brow. “You a student at the U?”
Kenzie snorted and rolled her eyes. “My college days are far behind me.”
“She’s right, Kenz.” Paige slurped at the remaining liquid in the bottom of her glass. “I’ve wanted to check this place out for ages. If we’d waited for you to get on board, we’d have grown old and died.”
They weren’t wrong. As it turned out, working as a physiotherapist for the local college hockey team was sucking her of all her energy.
“All work and no play makes Mackenzie a dull girl. And by extension, her friends.” Addison sipped her drink. “If you really wanna leave, we can. But Paige and I will go take a quick look around first.”
Kenzie stared at the slow melting ice cubes in the bottom of her glass. She’d played by everyone else’s rules for so long when she lived back in Texas – her estranged husband, her family, society – everyone and their grandma had their own opinions of how she should look, talk, act. But in Minnesota she could be anyone she wanted to be. She’d left that old life behind.
She’d changed her name, her hair, and her attitude. In Minnesota she could be the fun-loving Mackenzie Abbottt who went to the local sex club with her friends and wasn’t embarrassed to admit to herself she was all-the-way curious, and more turned on than she expected to be.
“Fuck it.” She drained the last of her drink. “I’m in.”
Paige bounced on the balls of her feet and clapped her hands. “Whoop! If you get uncomfortable and want to leave, just holler. We should give her a safe word.” She rolled her lips between her teeth. “If you need to escape the kinky sex dungeon just say… uh… starfish.”
“Starfish?” Kenzie tipped her head.
Paige shrugged. “It’s mine.”
Thor wiped the bar with a washcloth. “And if you end up comfortable and want to have sex with a stranger, the dungeon has cleaning stations with safe sex supplies, spray, towels, wipes, etc. You are expected to clean a space before you leave so the next person can enjoy it safely. The monitor or timekeeper quality checks before allowing the next person in the space.”
A shiver rattled through her from head to toe. Clean up team. Condoms. Kink. If the entire room wouldn’t see them every time she moved in such a short skirt, she’d have hurried home to put on her Big Girl Panties. But for the moment, she, and the only black thong she owned, had to pray everyone else had better things to look at than her big butt.
Paige looked like all her Christmases had come at once. She slipped her red velvet jacket off her shoulders to reveal a black dress. A tulle panel across her chest exposed her breasts, and she had diamanté crystals covering her nipples under the sheer fabric.
Under her bust, a leather insert pulled her waist in with what looked to be a corset – held together with braided leather and golden hoops. There was more tulle at the bottom to create a pleated skirt.
Coupled with her boob-length, jet-black wavy hair and blood red lips the look had even Kenzie questioning her sexuality for a moment. “Wow. You came prepared. Wait. You’re not wearing an orange band.” She grabbed her friend’s arm. “What does green mean?”
“Available switch.” Paige’s grin was hungry and wicked.
Addison’s arched eyebrow suggested she was every bit as lost as Kenzie was. “What the fuck is a switch?” She handed her empty glass to Thor.
“A switch is someone who goes back and forth between dominating and being submissive depending on their mood, circumstances, and the vibe between partners.” Thor smirked. “This isn’t your friend’s first rodeo.”
Paige shrugged. “It was time for you guys to see my dark and twisty side.” She jabbed a finger at Addison and Kenzie. “No judgment from you bitches, or I will cut you.”
Addison held her palms up to Paige. “Girl, you didn’t judge me for that abomination of a dye job I got last year. Or that guy who brought his mom to our first date. Let that freak flag fly. Maybe I’ll find my kink tonight.”
A jolt of excitement rippled through her. Maybe Kenzie would, too.
