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day. “Come see me, if I’m there. I travel a lot for business, but I’ll be glad to show you around if I’m there.”

“That’d be great.” Freddy nodded. The air around us was relaxed, and it stayed that way as more people came in. You want to head over to Elmo’s?”

“Yeah, let’s get out of here before it fills up too much. I hate crowds, and I know what it’ll be like in there by ten.”

“Wild.” Freddy grinned as we paid our tab and left.

When I got to Elmo’s, the parking lot had a few cars in it. Later, the party inside would be all but out of hand, but you wouldn’t be able to tell outside.

Most people came by taxi, or had a driver drop them off. That parking lot would never fill up.

I walked inside and found the music was already loud. It blared from the surround sound, and I saw Hayley, another dancer, on the stage giving it her all. I had been in Myrtle Beach for a couple of weeks now, and I hadn’t been laid since I got here. I was starting to get antsy, and the beauty on the stage caught my attention. She’d do for a night, maybe two.

Three was my limit, but I didn’t always make that clear. I liked to keep my options open. I wasn’t ready to settle down, and when I did, the woman would have to be more than special to keep my interest. I had women from all over the country at my feet, night and day, if I wanted them. I didn’t need to be tied down to one just yet.

Although, if I found the woman who could handle my kind of play … the woman on stage caught my attention again. She’d shifted into a new routine, one that had her writhing along the floor as she pounded her fist to the industrial music. She had a hard edge, the vixen on the stage, and might be an interesting partner. She’d definitely bite back.

I forgot all about the Thompson family as the beauty dropped her top, and I was given a full display of large rosy nipples. The kind you could suck on and not get tired of. Sensitive nipples from the looks of them. The buds were tightly puckered, and the end stuck out at least half an inch. Yeah, the kind you could really get your teeth on.

I felt a rush of blood straight down to my pants and adjusted myself. The way she bent over, in that tiny, little, frilly blue skirt with white trim made even more blood flow, and I had to shift around in my chair a little more. That ass, demarcated with garters that ran down her thighs, made the vision she was even more tempting. A quick fuck, even against a wall in the hallway, would be worth it just to feel that lush ass against my thighs.

And in my palms. My hands twitched as I thought about it. She finished her

set then, and a man came up to her. She melted into his arms, and I knew she was taken for the night, if not protected. Disappointment flooded through me, and I knew I’d lose it if I stayed there. Better to go into the dark confines below the building and find a dark spot to let my brain run free while I watched someone else partake in the game I wanted to play.

I’d had play partners before, quite often really, and I loved the thrill of it all.

It wasn’t always easy when you traveled the way I did, but every now and then I’d find someone who wanted to play as much as I did. I used the key Miss Maples had given to me and headed down the gas-lit hall. I knew where I was going and didn’t have to think about it.

A new couple was there today. A woman, on her knees, her arms chained up

over her head. She wore a mask, and it kept her long red hair from falling into her face. She wore a black PVC top that appeared to have been poured onto her torso and arms, and a pair of bright yellow panties. Something about those garish panties told me that her dom had put those panties on her.

I knew the pair inside couldn’t see me or shadows of the people who walked

by, but the man in there, in a mask that covered his entire head in black leather, looked in my direction. He moved to his sub; the small whip in his hands twitched along the woman’s breasts, and she stirred. Her head had hung down as if in capitulation until the brush of the leather against her nipples.

She hissed in a breath, but the dom’s face didn’t turn back to his submissive.

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.