“Not in the mood. I’d rather watch a fun couple like you guys.”
Lana shook her head. “Don’t think we’ll be doing that tonight. Sorry.”
“Oh, well. A woman can always try.”
Normally Lana’s exhibitionism would certainly drive her to asking her husband to perform together on stage. They had done it before, countless times by this point. Most of the people in this room had seen his cock, her pussy, and what they looked like when they met for a bit of a lay. I don’t give a shit. Nobody in this place has any room to judge. She had seen a fair number of these cocks and cunts herself. Haven’t seen Kathryn’s. Bet she shaves. No. Waxed.
Lana remembered she was due for a spa day. It had been a while since she went for a body wax. Maybe that could be a Christmas surprise for Ken.
I bet that Chloe goes all natural. Ken claimed to have no preference, but for Lana, someone who enjoyed grooming herself from top to bottom, being cast aside for someone on the other end of the spectrum would be like an extra kick to her gut. It would have felt the same if she were the “all natural” one and Chloe was gifted all the waxes she could stand.
“Lana?”
She came back to reality, where her husband joined her on the couch and the others went their separate ways. Elle remained a few more minutes before excusing herself to go cruise for a sub. Once they were alone, Lana sank against her husband, smelling his intense scent and reminding herself that they came here to have fun.
“How’s my Bunny?” He slapped his hand against her knee and drew a circle against her skin. “Have a nice chat with your friend?”
“I could ask you the same thing.”
“It was a good conversation. Always nice to catch up with people. What were you and Elle talking about?”
Lana leaned against the back of the couch and stared at the gray wall behind it. “Ian Mathers’s cock.”
“Ah.”
“I don’t expect you to understand.”
“Now, now, Bunny, I like to consider myself a fair expert on all things dick and cock. So I definitely understand.”
She glanced at him. “Not from my tight pussy’s perspective.”
“So we don’t flirt with him anymore. We find someone else to take for a spin.” Ken snorted. “He’s got a serious girlfriend now anyway. They’re so smitten with each other, it’s almost adorable. Hopefully they won’t be like us old harpies one day.”
It took a few seconds for that to sink into Lana’s ear. “What do you mean, old?”
“Good. She’s listening to her husband for once.”
Lana clasped her hands around his arm and nearly nibbled on the bottom of his ear. “Maybe it’s you who should be listening to me.”
“Shh.” He patted her knee. “There’s a show starting. We should watch.”
His gentle voice was the only thing in the world that could placate her personality. Whether she was wound up in anger or lust, sometimes she needed to come down from her adrenaline-pumping high and remember her place in the world. Right now, that place was being a responsible and socially acceptable woman in a sex club.
That meant giving the stage her rapt attention as a man in a black silk shirt and trousers stepped up with a woman attached to a leash.
“This should be good,” Ken said, asking for a refill of his drink from a server passing by. “Care to wager about what they do?”
“Always, Kenny.” Lana bit her lip in anticipation. “Loser has to give the other a hand-job right here.”
“Done. What do you wager?”
“I say he fucks her within five minutes. They look eager.”
“Five minutes? That quick? You’re on. I give it at least five.” Ken held up his wrist and waited for the second hand to hit twelve. “Starting now.”
That didn’t give Lana much leeway. The Dom and his sub were barely set up when Ken started his countdown, but there was one thing on Lana’s side.
Both of them were young – not only the girl. Most female subs tended to gravitate toward older, experienced Doms. Certainly, the young man may have had plenty of experience in the kink scene so far. I doubt it. That meant Mr. College Dom would constantly be on the verge of losing it. That it? The very thing that made the more experienced Doms in the room attractive.