It stayed locked into place, on me. Could he see me, after all? I shifted around, shoved my hands down in the pocket of my trousers, and ignored the key card Miss Maples had given me a couple of nights ago. A grin spread over the man’s face, a red slash revealed by the open zipper over the mouth.

The man moved, his head turned, and he reached out to the woman suddenly.

With a hard yank, he twisted her nipple, and I saw her pained, surprised reaction in 3D. Her lips, painted a garish red that clashed with her hair, opened wide, her eyes were blindfolded so I couldn’t see them, but I knew they’d be open beneath the black scarf tied behind her head.

Her nipples had gone tight, and the man stepped back to admire his work. He tweaked the other one, and she seemed prepared now. That was sad, I decided.

I’d liked her response. I saw the woman bite her lip and let it go, and I knew it was a tease.

This was all for the man in front of her. The man was fit, a giant compared to the tiny woman below him. She was slim, almost too small, but those nipples said she was all woman. Tucked against her feet perfectly, she had a round ass

and slim thighs. Perfect for riding a giant.

I waited, but nothing more happened. They spoke to each other, although I couldn’t hear exactly what was being said. I couldn’t decide if I really wanted to watch their display or just find a quiet room to jerk off in before I headed back up. I could always head out, do it in my room, and have a lot more privacy.

I was about to turn away when the man took his cock in his hand and shoved

it into the woman’s mouth. I saw her body relax as if she’d been tense all along, while she waited for the one thing she craved. Now that she had it, she could relax. But not really.

I watched the display, my eyes attentive, as she took every inch of him. She was so small; I knew she shouldn’t have been able to swallow that entire length, but she did and tried to go for more. Her slim hands clenched and unclenched as if she had her hands on him, but she didn’t. She’d lost her control then.

I smiled, but my eyes narrowed on her. I watched the signs of her total capitulation, the way her body leaned into his, the way she eagerly swallowed every inch of him, and the way she wanted more. She had even started to squirm in place on the black square she sat on. I could see she was bare below the waist, totally bare, in all regards.

Every time he pulled away, slid out of her juicy mouth, the man’s foot tapped at her knee and her legs would open slightly. More and more until I could see the evidence of how excited she was, even from where I stood. Blood surged in my cock, and I wanted to relieve the ache there, but I didn’t want to be the sad fuck jerking off in a hallway.

The man hit a button, and the woman was lifted to her feet. There was a collar around her neck now that had her secured to a board. Inventive, I decided, but maybe a bit extreme for me. It did create a pretty picture, and the woman didn’t seem upset about it.

She all but bounced on her feet as the man came up to her, lifted her legs, and wrapped them around his waist. She was at just the right height, and her body jolted as he’d thrust into her. Her hands were still working in their bindings, and I wondered if he’d taken the weight off of her shoulders. She’d be in too much pain otherwise.

He had her ass cradled in his hands, and though it might look like he was out of control, he wasn’t. The woman was safe and was soon screaming with pleasure as her body jerked against the board. That was what I wanted. Now, to find it. I headed back upstairs, eager to find my own playmate.

7

DYLAN

Sometimes people lived their entire lives without exploring their inner

desires. They lived a quiet life, taking part in the same routine, every

day, with small moments of joy found in that routine. They lived their lives blindly, they didn’t look to the left or to the right, and they certainly didn’t look at their own desires. They just lived until they died.

I wasn’t that kind. I knew what I wanted. I’d explored it a variety of times.

I’d opened minds and bodies to the ultimate experience that desire could bring to a human body. In the process, I’d examined my actions, the responses I felt toward that action, and replicated the ones that brought me the most pleasure.

There was always room to grow, though, and I would try new things. With the right woman.

I’d settled into a chair at Elmo’s and awaited the promised siren that Roxie had enticed me with. I hadn’t really planned to come to Elmo’s tonight, the hunt was starting to wear on me, but she’d sent word through Freddy that I would want to make sure I was there for her set.

I didn’t know a lot about the woman that Roxie had told me about, but I knew if the professional said I’d like her, then she had to be right. I waited as Roxie did a routine I’d seen before, but then the lights changed, and smoke began to fill the stage. Out of the smoke emerged a small, blonde siren. She was wrapped in nude satin, her full breasts were covered, her slim waist was exposed, as was her navel.

Her hair had been pulled back into a tight ponytail, and she wore a strip of

the satin as a mask. The material on her body had been draped expertly and exposed a lot of skin, but it hid from the viewer’s eyes the most intimate parts. I could see her there on the stage, her lips a shiny red that needed to be kissed, and firm thighs that needed to wrap around my waist. Oh yes, she would do.

Roxie took the woman by the hand, and I saw the newcomer’s uncertainty.

She stumbled but caught herself as Roxie led her to the pole. Roxie climbed as we all watched, and when she was up halfway, she took the woman’s hand.

Again, she was uncertain, but she was also brave. So, she could be led. She could fight her own fears to get what she wanted.

I ran a thumb across my jaw as I watched her, my concentration unbroken even when my finger moved to tap at my top lip while I watched. She wasn’t as full in the hips as I’d normally like, but for a night, she might do.

I hummed as Roxie caressed the other blonde who stood with such regal presence, despite the fear that made her head turn as she sought to see who was in the audience. She held herself with pride; she wasn’t cowed as some women were on their first night at Elmo’s. She stood with her head held high and her body on display, now that she’d finally conquered the jitters that had shaken her at first.

Roxie’s finger slowly brushed along the feminine line of the woman’s jaw, an erotic move from a woman who hung upside down from a metal pole. They were

a pair on the stage, and as an introduction it was seductive. The promise of innocence was enhanced by Roxie’s overtly sexual pose. I liked the contrast.

I wanted to speak to her, to look into her eyes, so I waited patiently. Some of the women who came in wanted to strike out on their own and were completely independent, but I had a feeling Roxie would stay close to this one. She knew the woman, but she hadn’t told me anything about the lady’s personal life, other than the fact that she wanted to live a little.

Was she some preacher’s daughter, out to take a little shine off of her halo?

Was that it? My eyebrows furrowed as the pair ended their performance and left the stage. Or, perhaps, some strictly raised Mr. Dark who wanted to find out if real life was better than the books she hid in? Or maybe a daddy’s girl who wanted out from beneath his thumb? It didn’t matter to me where the woman

came from, but a woman who had been spoiled her entire life probably wouldn’t like my world very much. I’d soon find out, I decided, and sat back in my chair.

They’d make their way to me eventually, and I’d be ready for them.

They stopped at the table of a new member, and whatever he said made the

princess blush and look away. But she still held her head regally, and I could tell she wasn’t used to being spoken to so … familiarly. I felt my eyes narrow again and watched her with some amusement. It would be fun to break that regal air down, to watch her head go from poised and untouchable to a more, well, submissive air.

I felt my body respond to her, and I knew she was the one I wanted, most definitely wanted. She’d do quite well, and it wasn’t just desperation for a playmate that led me to that conclusion. She was a prime candidate for my kind of play, and even if her manners and air said she was in control and always would be, I knew that what she actually needed was a firm hand and a red bottom.

She made her way to another table, Roxie at her side, and I could hear their conversation. She had the South Carolina Southern accent, but there was a refined edge to it. The syllables that were usually slurred came out a little more pronounced than you’d typically find in these parts, and the way she spoke screamed boarding school to me. That or she’d taken elocution lessons.

I took it all in, and what I found was a well-bred woman who probably came

from money, and a lot of it, if the way she held herself apart from the club members meant anything. That wasn’t nervousness, or even fear; it was confidence and training. She’d been taught to be a proper lady, and everyone who met her would always know it. From the way she spoke to the man with a

polite but distant air, I knew she could hold a conversation with anyone and walk away without a hint of rudeness on her part. Capable too, then, I decided as Roxie led her to the bar.

The woman was given a glass of wine, and for a moment, they sat there quietly whispering to each other. Even in little more than scraps of cloth, the woman’s pose said she was elegantly dressed and her attire wasn’t anything unusual. She might as well have been wearing a suit with a scarf tucked around

her neck for modesty’s sake. Nothing touched her, but she wasn’t an ice princess, far from it if that fire in her eyes meant anything. No, she was just a woman who knew what she wanted and hadn’t found it yet.