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Roni grabbed her hand and pulled her out of the bedroom. As they picked up their purses, Roni looked her over one more time and shook her head. “I can’t believe it’s really you. Damn, girl, you’re hot! You’re going to drive the doms crazy, honey, trust me.”
Lydia wrapped her arms around her waist. “I’m not sure I want to drive anyone crazy,” she said, her voice rising as hysteria began to set in. “I’m not even sure why I let you talk me into this.”
Roni opened the door to her apartment and ushered her through it. As she turned the lock and started down the hall, she said, “Because you need this and we both know it. And because you trust me not to get you into anything you can’t handle.”
When she put it like that, there really wasn’t anything more to be said. As they arrived at the elevator, the doors opened and a man stepped out. His gaze roamed over Roni first, then Lydia. Her face heated as he lingered on her chest. When their eyes met, he smiled. Lydia wanted to sink into the carpet and disappear. Roni tugged her onto the elevator. As the doors shut she noticed the man hadn’t moved, and just before the doors shut, he winked.
Lydia covered her face and groaned.
Roni laughed. “You’d better get used to it; that’s going to happen a lot over the course of the evening.”
“Get used to it?” Lydia cried. “I’m ready to make a break for it here!”
Roni tsked. “Don’t be a chicken shit.”
That had her standing straighter. “I’m not a chicken shit; I’m an introvert. There’s a difference.”
The elevator dinged, indicating they’d arrived at their floor. As the doors opened, Lydia held her breath, worried they’d run into another man. This time there were no gawkers, just the silence of the lobby.
Roni stepped out, then stopped when she realized she was alone. Lydia couldn’t seem to get her feet to move. As the doors started to close, Roni slammed her hand against the opening. “Not a chicken shit, huh?”
Lydia gritted her teeth against the need to tell her friend to stick it where the sun doesn’t shine and stepped out of the elevator. Roni removed her hand and said. “Now was that so hard?”
“Kiss my ass,” Lydia shot right back.
“FYI, that’s not something you’re going to want to say at Kinks.”
They both burst out laughing as they made their way to the parking garage. Lydia relaxed a fraction when she slipped inside Roni’s black Corolla.
Roni started the car and turned toward her. “Ready?”
“As I’ll ever be.”
Roni’s face lit with excitement. “Let’s go play.”
4
It wasn’t at all what Lydia expected. After she’d read through the rules and regulations, which were quite detailed, and signed on the dotted line, Roni had escorted her to the Great Room, which consisted of a large comfortable sitting area and several high round tables and stools along the outer edge of the room. Lydia tried not to gawk, but really, who wouldn’t? She noticed several couples kissing and touching, and it aroused her in a way she never expected.
Her body heated instantly when she noticed a man sliding the handle of a whip up a woman’s thigh until it disappeared beneath her skirt. The woman flung her head back, her eyes closed as if in rapture. Lydia could imagine the leather handle sliding inside the woman’s pussy, or maybe her ass—and the thought made her tingle. When he pushed the whip deeper the woman’s mouth dropped open as if on a scream. Lydia’s pussy grew damp as she imagined the feel of the leather parting her swollen lips and sinking deep. She quickly looked away when the man spotted her watching.
A pair of blond women seated on the floor next to an over-stuffed chair caught her attention. They each had a leather collar around their necks with a metal ring in the front, which attached to a leash. The man holding the pair of leashes was a large African American dressed from head to toe in black leather. He gazed down at both women with affection and said something to one of them, who immediately started to lick the other woman’s nipple through the sheer blouse she wore. The man petted her and continued to carry on a conversation with another man seated across from him. He had his own submissive seated on the floor between his thighs. Lydia’s jaw nearly dropped when she spied the woman’s fingers wrapped around his exposed cock. She slowly stroked him, teasing the head with her thumb, fondling it as if she were in a room alone instead of in a room full of people.
Lydia felt as if she were on sensory overload. Her nipples tingled and her pussy had already soaked clear through her panties. As she let her gaze sweep the room, she noticed several men watching her, lust in their eyes. Suddenly, Lydia was grateful for the low lighting. It gave her just enough courage to keep from bolting out the door. She stayed close to Roni as they reached one of the round tables along the edge of the room. Roni pulled one of the stools out and sat down. When Lydia started to do the same she realized just how tricky an endeavor it would prove to be, considering the tight skirt allowed no room for movement. It took all her concentration just to get in the chair without exposing herself to one and all.
Roni pointed upward and Lydia’s gaze followed until she spotted another level. “What’s up there?”
“That’s what’s known as the Upper Dungeon. That’s one of the areas where members can play.”
“Dungeon? That sounds so…medieval.”
Roni nodded. “It sort of is, I guess. There are suspension racks, bondage tables, even a spanking bench. Would you like to go up and see it?”
Lydia shook her head, her heart pounding too fast. “I think I’m good right here.”
Roni looked over her shoulder, her eyes widening. “We’ve attracted the attention of the owners it seems.”
Lydia swiveled around and watched in awe as three large men with leather hoods walked toward her. They all wore jeans and black T-shirts with the words GET YOUR KINK ON in bol
