“Oh, don’t worry. I don’t tell Daddy everything I do,” she assured them.
“You might find that we’re not really your kind of people,” one female guest suggested tentatively.
“Oh, don’t worry. I’m not ageist,” said Laura with a dazzling smile.
“Neither am I,” said Roger, a greedy look in his eye. “Looks like we’ll get along.”
“No, I mean…Oh, never mind.” The tentative lady gave up and reverted to her cocktail.
“How long have you been seeing each other?” another man asked of Jeremy, but it was Laura who answered.
“Oh, not long. But we’ve come a long way in a short space of time. We’re people who like to explore our limits, aren’t we, Jeremy?” She didn’t wait for his answer but rattled on. “We’ve explored so many that we’re in danger of running out. That’s why we’re here. He’s such a desperate little slut. I thought I could use a hand with him.”
There were a couple of splutters into glasses and Jeremy laughed weakly, but Marie leaned forward, an eager gleam in her hard blue eyes.
“I’ve always thought that about Jeremy,” she said. “Ever since I first met him. He was so keen to please that I wanted to pat him on the head and give him a bone. Do you domme him, Laura?”
“Whenever I get the chance. He loves to be used and abused.” Her merry laugh tinkled out. Jeremy squirmed in his seat, but she could see the telltale bulge. This conversation was turning him on, nought to sixty in a couple of sentences.
“I’m interested to hear that.” Marie crossed her legs, the wrap skirt falling away from her sunbed-tanned thighs.
“Well, sounds like Marie knows what she wants,” Roger commented.
“So do I,” said Laura, loudly and clearly. “I want a foursome with you and Marie. Or rather, I want a threesome with you two, while Jeremy watches, tied up and helpless in the corner. Would you be up for that?”
“We don’t usually discuss these details until we’ve finished our drinks,” protested the tentative lady, clearly distressed at the breach of etiquette.
“Just once won’t hurt, will it, eh, Sandra?” Roger was obviously raring to go, tipping the remains of his gin and lime down his throat in one gulp. “Why don’t you and Clive swap with Louise and Mark, and the rest of us four sort out some action together? Pick any room you like. Have fun.”
Whether or not this was acceptable to the other couples in the room was never established, but Roger and Marie beckoned Laura and Jeremy down the stairs, back to the lobby and then farther down some steps into a fully equipped basement playroom, complete with dungeon toys, a black satin-covered circular waterbed and mirrored ceiling.
“Oh, this is just amazing,” trilled Laura, once the flickering red lights had been turned on. “Just what you imagine these places to be like. How long have you been doing this?”
“This is the tenth anniversary of the club.” Marie simpered. “I had a bit of a crisis around the time of my fortieth birthday. Started thinking it was all downhill and I was on the fast track to becoming a respectable matron in flat shoes. Roger had the room fitted out as a Christmas present. Our sex life has never been better, has it, Rog?”
“I’d recommend it to anyone,” Roger enthused. “I feel like a teenage boy again.”
He certainly didn’t look like one, Laura thought, but she kept the observation to herself. Roger Lewis wasn’t a bad-looking man, certainly fitter than her father at the same age and, though he clearly dyed his hair, at least it was all his own.
Jeremy, shuffling his feet at the back of the group, spoke up at last.
“How many members do you have?”
Marie turned to him, laughing. “Always the journalist, Jeremy. Looking for names, are we? I think perhaps our boy needs to learn a lesson in discretion. What do you say, Laura?”
“Oh, absolutely,” Laura concurred. “But first I think he should get his clothes off. Come on, boy. Strip.”
The threesome crowded around Jeremy, watching him undress with fumbling fingers, commenting on each body part as it was revealed.
“You don’t shave your chest, do you, Jeremy?” Marie wondered. “Not much hair on it, is there? Quite smooth, like a girl. Look at his little nipples, all hard and excited. Aww. Sweet.”
“Do you like his arse?” Laura asked as the trousers slid over the curve of his backside.
“Lovely shape,” approved Marie. “Do you make him wear those tight underpants to show it off?”
“Yes. They’re a size too small, you see. I like to keep his cock tightly packed in. I think it makes him think of me during the day and remember what a naughty boy he is. Come on then, Jez, get them off. Show Marie the size of your package.”
The restrictive underwear was pulled down with some effort until Jeremy was quite naked in front of the three clothed observers, only one of whom had ever seen him thus before.