The days flew by, with writing notes for my next book filling up my spare time, before I knew it I was showered, looking in the mirror at my long black gown that hugs my curves. I love this dress on me as it also accentuates my cleavage.
I kept my hair straight flowing down my back. Entering the taxi, I read off the address I was given and I watch the scenery whilst my stomach fills up with butterflies. It has been a long time since I last felt like this.
I have got more confident over the months but I guess going to unknown territory, I feel the nerves kicking in.
Pulling up to what looks like a mansion, I pay the driver and walk up the clean white path until I reach the double doors where two security men are standing. Why are there security men? They both look very muscular in their tight suits. They look like they could wrap their arms around me and squeeze the life out of me. With shaved heads and tattoos peeking out of their collars on their necks. They look a little scary.
I walk slowly towards them when they both look in my direction. “Name?” I answer weakly and they look down at their clipboards and nod. “Go on in, the receptionist will give you the information you will need. Enjoy.” They face forward, away from me.
I wonder if they know what is happening inside. Do they know what kind of people are attending? I want to ask them questions but I know they probably won’t answer as they did mention the receptionist will give me information.
I walk in and my mouth hangs open in an O shape. This place is massive. High ceilings, chandeliers hanging beautifully. The walls and furnishing are either white, black or grey. I see a few people hanging around. Seeing beautiful women in their dresses, that I’m guessing are designer by just looking at them. Men are in tuxes or suits. A few do scream money. I walk further in and a few look my way, it’s like they are appraising me.
I head to the receptionist who is dressed in black pants and a black blouse, her blonde hair tidied up smartly. She looks very well presented. “Hello Miss, welcome to Club Deluxe. May I take your name?” I do as I watch her go through some papers. I guess who ever hosted this doesn’t want our information on the computer. “Yes, here we are.” She skims over it.
“You will need to wear this wristband.” She hands me a light blue silk band that I put around my wrist. “Here is a sheet of what the colour bands mean. You can enter any room where the door is open in hallway one, if you need your own room for any reason here is your own key to 304 for personal use, the elevators are down hallway two. Do you have any questions?” I have a million. Why have I got my own room?
“What do I do now?” She smiles warmly at me.
“First time?” I nod shyly. “You just walk around and mingle, look at the bands to see if they meet your umm, needs. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. You can just observe tonight. If any member upsets you in any way you let me know and we will get it sorted. Just have fun.” She reassures me.
“So you know about all this?” I wave around the room.
“I do yes, I am personally hired to be a receptionist for these kinds of parties. Hence why it’s more paperwork.” She rolls her eyes. “But it’s more confidential doing it this way than on a computer. If you need anything just come to me.”
“Nice to meet you and thank you.”
“Anytime, enjoy.” She winks at me and I turn looking at my wrist band then to the sheet of paper and blimey, there is a lot of colours and meaning.
Mine shows that I am a good girl, voyeur. I look further down on the sheet and yup I am not going near anyone with brown bands, they are the ones who either like being peed on or doing the peeing and having their bowels opened. I walk through the grand room and my eyes scan around and it looks like a normal party.
I guess I was expecting people to be at least making out, or having sex in the corners. When I see the bar, I head straight there and order myself a vodka, lime, and lemonade. Taking the first sip, I close my eyes in the simple pleasure of it. I almost groan.
“Is the drink that good?” I hear a masculine voice behind me, I turn to see a very attractive man in an expensive black suit, minus a tie, the top buttons undone. Looking into his clear green eyes, I feel like I can’t speak. “You do speak English?” He smiles and I feel like kicking myself for looking like an idiot.
“Yes, sorry. You caught me off guard. I find the first sip of an alcoholic beverage is something to always savour.”
“I will have to remember that.” We smile to one another.
“We probably should get over the crucial part. My band is black, and yours?” I raise my wrist.
“Light blue.”
“Ah, watching is your speciality. I would have thought you were more of a submissive.” I look back to my sheet and see he is a dominant but experiences everything.
“What made you think that?” I ask curiously.
“You have that softness about you, that quiet, shyness. But if you like watching others then I guess I was wrong.”
“I can be quiet in new situations but trust me once I know my surroundings I’m a very confident girl.” I take another sip of my drink and I watch as he does the same to his.
“So this is your first time at a party like this?”
“Yes, it is.”
“That explains why I have never seen you before. Would you like to go to one of the rooms? I am sure I know one that you would enjoy.” I remember the receptionist saying about rooms.
“Thank you, that will be sweet of you.” He gives me his arm and we walk across the room and I see people whispering and looking at us both. I wonder if they are looking because I’m new or because they know him.
We walk down a hallway until I notice a few doors open and faint sounds coming through each one. I am guided to one and entering a room there is a short hallway until we arrive at a door that is closed and the gentleman leans forward opening the door but as he leans forward his face comes close to mine and he turns looking at me, his eyes penetrating in mine, pausing before he pulls back.
I feel like the short time he was looking at me I couldn’t breathe.
I walk into the darkened room following where the only light is and I see a few people standing sipping their drinks watching something. I head to them when I hear a groan and see a threesome taking place on a king-size bed. Two women and a man, fully naked pleasuring one another.
I have seen couples have sex but never once have I thought about watching a threesome. I watch as the guy with light blonde hair opens the legs of one of the girls with short black hair, his mouth devouring her pussy as the other girl sits on the girl’s face, grinding herself against her mouth.
I take a sip of my drink, my legs shaking a little. This is why I enjoy sitting while I watch, as my body craves for its own pleasure I find it difficult to stand. The girl that is grinding her body soon screams out her release and moves herself so she is now kissing the girl laying down.
The guy keeps sucking, gripping onto the girl laying down until she screams out her own release. I watch as he grabs a condom from the bedside drawer, placing the condom on before he enters the girl who came first. He fucks her from behind as the girl who was laying down moves and starts rubbing the other girl's clit.
I like that they make sure they all get his attention, that he pleasures them both. My breathing is picking up, I lay my hand on my chest as I continue watching.
“You look so beautiful when you’re turned on.” The guy says next to me, I turn facing him and his eyes have gotten darker. “I bet you’re dripping wet just watching them.” I don’t say a word. I feel him pull me back away from the others so we are closer to the wall.
“Have you ever watched people have sex as someone finger fucked you?” I shake my head. “That is a shame.” I feel his hands glide down the material of my dress, lifting it up. “Want to try it Light Blue?” It has been such a long time since I have felt any attraction towards a man, but this man is making me feel all kinds of fuzzy.
“Yes.” I breathe.
“Good girl.” I feel his fingers glide up my thighs until he reaches my pussy. “No panties, I think I like you even more.” He strokes his finger slowly along my wetness. I have to suck in a moan so the others don’t look our way. “I want you to keep watching them.” He breathes in my ear.
I watch as the guy roars out his release and the two girls start kissing and touching each other’s breasts. Their bodies grinding against one another.
“You are soaked. Do you like watching two girls? Or is it just the girl in general?” He picks up speed and I push my body closer to him, I feel his erection press against my ass. My legs are shaking violently as I know I am close. I can’t remember the last time I came by someone else’s touch.
“I’m close,” I say above a whisper.
“I can feel it.” He pinches my clit and my body spasms as my orgasm hits then I feel his arm wrap around my middle, his finger still moving against my clit until my orgasm subsides. “You have made my night Light Blue. I hope I get to see you again.” I face him and he has his fingers in his mouth sucking them. Tasting me.
I don’t say a word as I watch him leave and I stand still, shocked at what just happened. I let a stranger intimately touch me. What am I saying. I get strangers to let me watch them have sex after just meeting me. I guess I’m more shocked because it’s me.
I leave the room looking down the hallway seeing the doors and now my interest is piqued. I see a few people entering rooms also so I take a walk down and decide to hit the next room and I walk in to see a girl on a cross naked. I guess people are going to be naked in these rooms.
I wonder how these people get picked to do this for people to see. Do they offer? Is there a signup sheet? I walk further in intrigued. I have read books about BDSM but seeing it happen in front of you, is a totally different experience. The dominant looks very muscular, he is only in a pair of faded blue jeans and nothing else, his buttons undone. His toned chest glistening with sweat.
I watch him circle her, stroking the leather whip along her legs, up her thighs, he strokes it along her pussy teasing her, her body tries to grind against it but he pulls it back before hitting her across her thigh. The sound echoing the room, I couldn’t help but flinch but she groans out in pleasure, not in pain.
He whispers something in her ear before kissing her hard and then pulling back. He presses his body against hers, rubbing himself on her. I guess he is showing her how much he is turned on. She gives him a smile, her head bowed. He walks around her and hits her left side then her right, one whack after the other.
All she does is groan and moan by it. I can see the shine between her thighs, her wetness dripping down. She is really turned on. I watch as he pulls down his jeans, releasing his cock, pressing the tip against her entrance.
If I was her I would have begged by now. I know a submissive can’t say a word or they will lose out on their pleasure, but this waiting, the patience, the build-up. Just watching it is making me want to scream out ‘just fuck her already.’
When he does finally thrust inside her, it’s like I can feel her gratitude. Her arms and legs are still spread out, tied up to the cross as he thrusts hard and fast until she screams out her release. He steps back, his cock leaving her, but he never came. His cock is still hard and now glistened by her.
Why didn’t he come?
He walks to the desk and picks up a cane swishing side to side, I can hear the noise from here. He faces the girl once again, her head still bowed, her chest rising. He raises his arm and hits one of her breasts, I can see the red mark left behind. He walks slowly to her and sucks on her left nipple, causing her head to fall back.
He steps back and hits the other breast and after he sucks on that nipple too. Giving pain and pleasure. I look to the others watching and they look like they are watching a TV show. Am I the only one showing emotion in these rooms?
I leave this room and head to the next and I see a man tied to a bed this time, this room has a weird smell to it. I walk further in and see the girl standing above him, her legs straddling him, his eyes are closed and soon she starts peeing on him, seeing his smile. I quickly walk out not wanting to watch that.
I think I am scarred for life.
I won’t be getting that image out of my head anytime soon.