Teaching His Virgin

The woman replies easily, gesturing towards the door.

“There are many more examples of his work in the club.”

“Many more,” adds the dapper gentleman, looking squarely at me.

A slight smile crosses his lips, and his eyes light up.

“But we can’t get in without an invitation,” I say, slightly intimidated by his attention and suddenly feeling rather light-headed.

I can feel his gaze traveling down to the neck of my dress.

“Forgive me, ladies,” he says, with his eyes still lingering on me.

He waves at the bouncer.

“Let them in. I forgot to mention I was bringing guests tonight, Lyon. My apologies. If anyone has an issue with them, tell them to come talk to me.”

With that said, he takes the arm of the lady, gives us a bow of the head, and retreats into the club.

With the intriguing couple gone, and with no other option, the bouncer says, “My mistake, ladies. Any guest of his is a friend of ours. Please, make yourselves at home.”

With that, I follow the couple inside, gesturing for my friends to follow.

“Quick! Before he changes his mind!”

The moment I pass through the breezeway and into the club proper, my eyes are rewarded with a plethora of different outfits and accessories. There are leather and buckles everywhere. Metal and satin are everywhere, too.

I see people wheeling carts of leather whips along the stages, decorated with various people chained down and taking punishment. That is when I realize: Club Lush is a sex club!

“Oh shit,” I giggle. “I’ve heard rumors about places like this, but to actually stumble upon one? Holy fuck. Now, this is perfect for a birthday celebration!”

I watch intently as other couples and groups walk by us. The couple closest to us has a man in a collar and his partner is holding the leash.

All of this is new and exciting to me. Even if this kind of clothing is considered “fringe,” my mind is going a mile a minute coming up with ways to make it mainstream. It could be fashionable, even if you don’t spend your weekends living and breathing on the other end of a leash.

I snap some pictures with my phone, covertly, feeling my pussy get wet. I feel exhilarated by the idea that I’m probably taking pictures where photography is prohibited. Also by the fact that even our waitress, a woman now showing us to a table, is dressed scantily.

I can tell by the way she moves and speaks in that dress, that she takes an immense amount of power — not weakness — from showing so much flesh.

We are shown to our seats and are given a moment to put in orders for drinks for each of us.

The waitress makes mention that they have been paid for.

I would ask her who paid for them, but deep down, I already know.

I’m not sure, but I think I see that same dapper gentleman loitering by the bar. I can’t be certain, though, because his presence is concealed by the approach of another woman. One who is dressed as if Marilyn Monroe found her second life in a BDSM club.

It doesn’t matter, though— whether I can see him or not, I know he’s our mysterious benefactor.

I’m beginning to feel glad that I didn’t pursue things with the guy at the other bar. I might have though he was attractive but he didn’t make my pulse rate like this new guy does. I want to get with him tonight, no matter what I have to do to make that happen.

Chapter Three

Kace

I’ve gone into Club Lush with Lily, the woman who is supposed to be my companion for the evening, but I keep my eyes on the group of six young women I’ve given an impromptu invitation to. Yes, they are all my guests, but particularly the one who showed interest in that corset I designed for Lily, and that she’s wearing to stunning effect currently.

That young woman.

That design student.

She intrigues me, even if she’s never heard of my design work.

She will be fun to get to know better.

I smile widely, seeing how eagerly and attentively she absorbs the fashion landscape around her. From the way her dark eyes flitter from costume to costume (quite a few designed by me), I can tell she likes what she sees. I can also tell she doesn’t quite see herself in any of these designs, any of these pieces of clothing.

If I have my way with you tonight the way I want to, that’s going to change for you, my little fashion designer. Not only in how you see yourself, but how you see the world.

A shiver goes up my spine, sending warmth and bulk into my crotch.

But that’s only if you let me punish you.

Dress you up in all those things you think you won’t be able to pull off, or that weren’t “made for girls like you.”