Page 108 of The Dominator

As John spoke to him, Tommy looked at me quizzically for a beat and then changed his mind and the next thing I knew we were back in the SUV limo and headed with them: Ben and Olive, John and his wife Katie Cupcake (or whatever), and Leo and Heather. The other couples that had been at dinner and the show had made their way back to their hotels or homes.

I was a little queasy at the idea of attending a strip joint and was very surprised that Katie Cupcake wasn’t being ushered back to her hotel instead of being here with us, but I tried to not let my anxiety show. Tommy was rubbing his thumb across my knuckle rhythmically, maybe reassuringly.

In the limo, the energy started to shift and suddenly Katie Cupcake took her wavy blonde hair down from her updo and licked her lips and then leaned into John and whispered something that was obviously very seductive. A look passed between them that made me feel like a voyeur. It was actually arousing to see them look at one another that way. Tommy leaned into me and whispered into my ear, “You good?”

I nodded.

He let go of my hand, kissed my earlobe, put his arm around me, and then his fingertips skated down my shoulder.

I noticed Olive’s eyes on us. I smiled at her and trained my eyes on the window, watching the lights of Sin City pass by.

The club was dim with strobe lights and had a lot of thrumming bass that I felt in my chest. It looked pretty standard as far as I knew from what I knew about strip joints, which was limited to what I’d seen on TV and in the movies, but it was smoky and packed. We were ushered by a giant of a doorman dressed in a suit through the crowd, past the stage that was littered with poles and cages that all had scantily dressed females on, in, or attached, and down a back hallway and into a theater-like small arena with a stage that had a big screen on the back and heavy black curtains on either side.

Tables filled the floor via several levels pointed at the stage area. The theater was full, except for several small tables, in the center floor area that had been saved with small, ‘reserved’ tabletop signs. Tommy and me, John and Katie Cupcake sat at one table. Olive and Ben sat with Leo and Heather at the adjacent table.

Drinks were brought. Katie Cupcake and I were drinking cosmos, Olive had a Chardonnay, and the guys plus Heather ordered beers. Tommy and John were discussing something about construction, I didn’t really pay attention, they seemed like good friends, very comfortable with one another. I was feeling very uncomfortable about being there. Then again, I’d been feeling uncomfortable in my own skin since we’ve been in Vegas.

The lights went down and then a beautiful sparkle-covered longhaired redheaded woman dressed in a top hat and glittery bodysuit tuxedo, announced it was the end of an intermission. Then there was a couple on the stage dancing this awesomely choreographed number that was a tribute to Dirty Dancing, the big number “Time of my Life.” But then things got odd, because it became glaringly obvious that she, the Baby in the act was actually a she-male and the Patrick Swayze stand-in went down onto his knees and pulled a penis out from under the dress and gave a blowjob. The Patrick Swayze got his pants undone and had no penis and ‘she’ was finger fucking him. So, the Patrick Swayze/ Johnny Castle character had a vagina and the Baby character had a penis., but also with real boobs.

I looked to Tommy, wide-eyed, and he gave me a little shrug with a half a smirk. I couldn’t see the reactions of John or his Katie Cupcake because they were sort of sitting closer to the stage and had turned so we saw their backs, mostly.

I glanced over to the next table to see Leo Denarda was grimacing at Ben. Olive was amused. Leo’s date was watching with rapt attention, chewing gum with her mouth open. The audience evidently approved judging by show of their applause.

The next act consisted of two nude women doing acrobatics from long ribbons that came down from the ceiling. It was beautiful and artistic and dirty. Way dirty. Their boobs defied gravity, were so obviously fake. I spotted Mrs. Katie Cupcake reach and grab her husband’s bulge and then she leaned in and whispered something into his ear. Oh. Okay, then… Mrs. Katie Cupcake Soccer Mom was clearly pretty kinky.

And I was feeling a little bit tipsy. I’d had a few glasses of wine with dinner, wine in the limo, and now had almost a whole Cosmo into me. I was about to break the seal and needed the restroom. As the curtain opened and an upbeat song I didn’t recognize started, I leaned over and whispered to Tommy that I needed the ladies’ room.

Katie Cupcake heard me and piped up with, “Me too!” and she linked arms with me and led me away before Tommy could do more than purse his lips.

“Your fiancé is so tall, dark, and hunky, Tia. I’ve met him several times. I bet he’s a handful in the bedroom,” Katie Cupcake said to me while washing her hands.

She was definitely tipsy, or more than tipsy.

I smirked. “Oh you have no idea…” I almost flashed my throat at her, but changed my mind, logic winning out over my own slight tipsiness.

“I’d like to.” She fluffed up her hair while looking in the mirror and then puckered her lips and put lip gloss on. “You two into group play?” Her eyes darted in my direction.

“Uh, no,” I said flatly, my eyes wide as I tried to de-clump some of my eyelashes with my fingernail.

She shrugged, reached into her purse, and pulled out a little marijuana box-shaped pipe.

“Pity. My Johnny doesn’t mind sharing as long as he can watch. I feel the same. If you change your mind, I bet Olive would be interested, too. She’s had her eye on you all night.” Katie Cupcake took a haul off the pipe and then motioned to offer it to me and I waved my hand. I didn’t need to be high right now. I was having enough trouble holding my alcohol.

I winced at the swap / group sex bit. Olive wasn’t unattractive, if you liked the curvy pin-up shaped accountant type, which many would, but I wasn’t in the least bit bi-curious. What was with this group? Clearly Ben put it together well. Tommy was into kink, too; he’d introduced me to it. Were his dark sexual tendencies common knowledge?

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We walked back to the table amid heavy bass that thumped in my chest, it seemed, and there were fresh drinks there for me and Katie Cupcake. The curtain closed on whatever act was ending, and a moment later rose again.

I recognized the beginning of the song Wicked Game. I knew the Chris Isaak version, but this was arranged a bit differently. This guitar-playing singer sat in the corner in the dark on a stool while he sang and played his acoustic guitar. This acoustic arrangement seemed much more powerful than the version I knew, the singer so very soulful.

A second set of curtains opened and revealed a spotlight-drenched four poster bed that was artfully unmade. A screen behind it played images of a bi-racial couple in a collage that flashed through a slideshow of their life together, living a happy-looking life, walking a Border Collie, eating dinner together, staring into one another’s eyes, and another, snuggled with a bowl of popcorn.

Then another light shone down on the couple themselves. He was a tall and muscular attractive bald Black man with a chin strap beard. He stood on the stage in just a black G-string and towered over her, a petite woman with a blonde pixie haircut dressed in leather pants and a black corset with platform boots. She was the woman in the images, but she looked almost nothing like her. She looked like she’d transformed from kindergarten teacher to Dominatrix.

He had a long braided black leather whip in his hand. I felt sick for a second and then confusion set in as he handed it to her and got down to his knees and bowed into a stretchy yoga-looking pose, his gaze directed at the floor.

She circled him and then lifted his chin with the toe of her boot. He looked up at her lovingly. Then she lifted her chin toward the bed and he climbed on and laid flat on his stomach, spread eagled. She cuffed him to all four posts with handcuffs that were already attached and then proceeded to sweep the whip up and down his body gently. The screen went from pictures of them licking ice cream cones, feeding baby ducks at a pond, riding on a Ferris wheel smiling together, and then zoomed in to a live stream of his face and he was still looking at her lovingly.

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