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Paige had half a mind to ask an employee about it, but two servers with empty trays walked by the naked woman on the cross and said nothing.I guess it’s fine?Paige wasn’t turned on by the sight, but shewasbothered in some other capacity.Does it bother me that someone would do this to themselves? For some sexual pleasure, I guess?She didn’t get it. Nothing about hanging naked from a BDSM cross, for everyone walking by to see and touch, did a damn thing for Paige. The freakiest she ever got were handcuffs and strap-ons. She thought that wasfreaky!
“Uh…” Rhea bumped into her wife, who was already on her way toward one of the room entrances. “I think we better get outta here. Because her party is about to start.”
Sure enough, several people entered the room, some of them openly gawking at the woman on the cross. They all had red bracelets on their wrists, regardless of their suits, dresses, or fetish wear that marked them as disparate parties here for a singular event.I guess we should have checked the schedule.Or maybe there was a sign outside that said this was the designated gangbang room of the night.
“We should get out if only to avoid the smell,” Paige quipped when they were far away from the crowd. “Can you imagine doing something like that?”
“What? Volunteering to be strung up for total strangers to have their way with you?” Rhea apparently had to think about it. “I mean, maybe?”
“Rhea!”
They stopped in front of an empty loveseat along a hallway wall. When Rhea grabbed her wife by the waist, she miscalculated the force in her arms and sent both her and Paige down to the cushions. One of Paige’s breasts almost popped out of her dress as one leg draped over her wife’s lap. Rhea leaned in closer, a giggle on her hairless lip.Did she go to the clinic? For tonight’s date?This must have been important to Rhea, who hated the laser hair removal clinic because of her self-image issues.
“I never did wild stuff like that when I was young,” Rhea said as one naked woman chased another down the hall, shrieks of laughter prompting a hostess to politely ask them to please calm down for everyone’s safety. “Before you, the most action I ever got was making out with a psych classmate when we were supposed to be studying.”
“You were not a virgin when we started dating,” Paige bluntly said.
Rhea played with the fringe of her wife’s collar, daring her breast to pop out. “No, but I was painfully awkward and… vanilla? Should I say that?”
“Are you saying that you’re into some of this stuff?”
Rhea blushed again. “I never really thought about it. Have you?”
Paige was prepared to answer but realized she didn’t know what to say. “No. After we met, we fell into our…”
As her words petered off, Rhea filled in the rest. “Our routine.”
“I don’t mean it like that.”
Paige slumped farther into the sofa, one foot sticking out into the hallway. It was enough for a young woman in a sleek black sheath dress to almost fall over Paige’s ankle in what would have surely been the most embarrassing thing to happen in Hellfire all night.
Luckily, the young woman delicately stepped around the foot the moment Paige and Rhea realized what happened. “Sorry!” Paige said. “I lost my balance.”
A slightly sour look shot in their direction. It took Paige a moment to realize that was the woman’s default demeanor and not personal. She saw it all the time in LA.
“No worries,” came a slightly gravelly voice. “I wasn’t watching where I was going.”
Paige attempted to stand up and get out of the way, but Rhea was sitting on her wife’s skirt, and the best Paige could do was have the front of her bodice ripped open in front of this young stranger.
“Oh, my God.” Paige closed her dress before anyone else had a chance to see what she kept. Rhea slapped a hand over her mouth but said nothing. “What a night.”
The stranger in a black dress must have liked what she saw, for she made no qualms of jutting her hip out in one direction and gazing down at the couple as if she found her new targets. “Are you guys together?”
Paige was too honest for her own good. “Y – yes.”
Rhea slapped her hand upon her wife’s thigh. “Married for over ten years, kid.”
Who are you calling “kid?” Since when are you a fogey?Paige shook her head. The young woman didn’t seem to mind, though. “Married? So happens I’m looking for a couple to play with tonight.”
The words smacked Paige so hard that she almost forgot where she was.From a naked woman on a cross to someone straight out of college asking to “play” with us.Maybe this was too much upfront. At least for Paige, who had already pushed her party meter for the night.
“You mean like…” Rhea wagged her finger between herself and Paige. “Like… together? At the same time?”
“Itwason Tier Two of the therapist’s list…” Paige muttered.
“Not sure we’re ready for that yet, sorry.” Rhea cleared her throat. “Don’t get me wrong. You’re cute. We’re very flattered.”
The young woman was so nonchalant about the rejection that Paige now saw her more as a dejected teenager than someone old enough to be in a 21-and-over club. “Whatever. You guys have a nice night.”
