Dark Trio

We pulledup to a very non-descript building with no sign and a long ass line to get in.

“Are you sure we’re in the right place?” I asked, my stomach knotting.

“Yes, I’m sure. I’ve been here a few times. Let’s go.”

We got out of the car and she handed the key to the valet, taking a ticket from him. She completely bypassed the line, handing two tickets to the bouncer. He moved the rope asideand motioned us inside. I grinned to myself when the women in line glared at us. That grin lasted exactly as long as it took me to walk through the door and see where she’d brought me. I stopped dead, my eyes wide, and mouth gaping, causing Leah to walk right into me. She grabbed my arms to steady me so I didn’t end up falling on my ass. I turned quickly and pulled her aside, pissed that she’d tricked me into this.

“Leah Elizabeth Samson!! I can’t believe you brought me to a sex club,” I hissed.

“Would you have come if I told you?”

“Fuck no, I wouldn’t have.”

“And that’s exactly why I didn’t tell you. Listen, give it an hour. We’ll have a couple of drinks, dance a little, and if you’re still hating it, we’ll leave.”

I scanned the room, wondering if I had the courage to stay here five minutes, let alone an hour.

“Fine, but you’re buying,” I sighed, rolling my eyes.

She dragged me to the bar and ordered each of us an apple martini. I looked around the club, my cheeks on fire as I took in everything going on around me. There were people in all stages of undress. Leah had worked wonders with me, finding clothes I didn’t even know I had. If I had to hazard a guess, the outfit had been a gift from her, God knows how long ago. I was wearing a black leather skirt that came about mid-thigh. The shirt was bloody brilliant. My wardrobe tended to be rather conservative, but, for this, I had made an exception. It was a deep red, halter neck corset that had a black overlay with floral cut outs. It made my waist look small and my already generous D-cups look even bigger.

As we sat at the bar, drinking our martinis, I watched the room with a morbid fascination. It was like I was privy to people’s most intimate relationships. The dance floor was packed, men and women grinding on each other, hands roaming each other’s bodies. There were so many different things to look at, my brain could hardly keep up.

Along one side of the room, there were several smaller rooms, with windows allowing people to observe. A variety of scenes were being played out. There seemed to be a little bit of everything going on in them, from the sexy nurse at the far end, to the girl bent over a bench getting spanked by a woman clad all in leather, to the woman being suspended by rope while a man plowed into her.

“What’s going through that head of yours?” asked Leah cautiously.

“I’m wondering how you found this place for one.”

“A date brought me here a couple of months ago. The guy didn’t last past the first date, but this place intrigued me.”

“Have you…”

“Played? A little. Mostly I just dance and watch others play.”

“I don’t think this is for me, Leah.”

“You agreed on an hour and it’s been twenty minutes. Come on, let’s go dance.”

We drained our drinks and she took my hand in hers, pulling me towards the crowded dance floor. I shuddered at the thought of some random, sweaty, mostly naked person rubbing up against me. After a few minutes, I realized there was no avoiding that, so I leaned over to yell in her ear.

“I’m gonna go. Call me tomorrow?”

“Are you sure I can’t convince you to stay?”

“Yeah, you have fun though.”

I kissed her on the cheek and turned to leave. I stumbled back as I crashed into a tanned, sculpted chest and two strong hands wrapped around my arms and steadied me from behind. I looked up and was met with twinkling blue eyes, filled with amusement. Even in my 5” heels, he towered above me. His dark hair fell to just above his shoulders and his strong jaw was covered with a five o’clock shadow. He was wearing black leather pants, hung low on his hips and stretched tight across his muscular thighs. He looked positively edible.

I turned to see who had saved me from the humiliation of falling on my ass wearing a very tiny skirt. As impressive as the man I’d crashed into was, this man was no slouch either. He had a couple of inches on the other man and, while just as muscular, wasn’t as quite as tanned. His chiseled abs tapered into a deep V, disappearing into a pair of light, blue jeans. His hair was dark, cut short, and he was clean-shaven. His best feature was, by far, his moss-green eyes. You could get lost in them.

“See something you like?” he asked, smirking.

My face flamed and I dropped my chin to avoid his gaze. He used his fingers to tilt my head up and smiled kindly at me.

“Seb, don’t be a dick,” the other man said, “Just ignore him. I’m Chase, that asshole is Sebastian.”

“Nice to meet you,” I mumbled, trying to push my way past them.

“Where are you going in such a hurry? Listen, I’m sorry. Let us buy you a drink as an apology,” Sebastian said.

“Not interested. Have a good night.”

I managed to get around him, only to have Chase stop in front of me.

“Please, just one drink,” he said.

I took a deep breath, torn between getting the fuck away from this place and getting to know these two hot as fuck men.

“Okay, one drink, but then I’m leaving.”

I let them lead me to the bar and hoped that I wouldn’t regret the decision to stay.