Page 9 of Dark Bonds

“No, I didn’t notice it. Makes perfect sense. Thanks, Sasha.”

“No problem at all.”

We stood up and I gave her a quick hug before hopping into my car and heading home. Time had really flown with Sasha and it was already late afternoon. I was going to have to bust my ass to be ready and to the club on time. I knew exactly what I was going to wear and I couldn’t help but grin when I thought of what Jason’s reaction was going to be. I hadn’t yet had the opportunity to wear the dress and I was quivering in anticipation.

The leather dress was black with a criss-cross halter neck. It had a narrow band across the back, leaving the rest open to just along the top of my ass. My DD-cup tits were barely contained, a small silver chain connecting the two sides was the only thing preventing them from spilling out completely. It left me bare to my hips and the tight black skirt portion came to just under my ass. I pulled out a black sheer thong and slid it up my legs, my bare pussy clearly visible through it.

I grabbed my newest black come fuck me heels, grateful for the fact I always had heels of some sort on. They added 7” to my height with the spiked heel and platform under the ball of my foot. A criss-cross elastic band started at the toes and climbed halfway up my calves. I stood in front of my mirror and a grin curled my dark red-stained lips. My eyes were lined with black eye liner, contributing to the smokey effect. My dark hair fell in loose curls to mid-back thanks to my hot rollers.

I look hot as fuck.

I ordered a round-trip Uber, setting the pick-up time at 3 a.m. and then tucked my ID and debit card into the little pocket stitched into the lining of the dress. I grabbed the single house key I had and locked the house up, slipping it in with the cards, and waited on the porch for my ride.

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We pulled up to the club and I climbed out of the car, seeing Sasha right away. Her eyes widened and jaw dropped as she took in my appearance.

“Holy fuck, girl. I thought you looked totally fuckable last night but fuck… last night was Mother Theresa compared to what you’re wearing now.”

“Thanks for that,” I laughed. “It’s the first I’ve been able to wear the dress. I won’t lie though… getting my tits to stay in place was a bit of a challenge. Hope I don’t end up flashing everyone.”

“Leah, have you forgotten where you are? You could spend the night completely naked and fit in just fine. C’mon, let’s head in.”

She nodded to the bouncer as we walked in and the difference between the open house night and a regular club night was immediately evident. Before we’d even made it to the second floor where the demos were taking place, my panties were damp. The sight of the naked men and women on the dancefloor, writhing against each other, was a huge turn on.

“You’re looking a little flushed there, honey,” Sasha said, looking at me knowingly. “What do you think so far of the normal night here?”

“Not gonna lie, we didn’t make it halfway through the main floor and I was ready to strip naked and join the fray.”

“Well, might just as well watch the demos before you join. Either way, your panties are gonna be soaked. The only difference is, if you dance first, you’ll miss out on the first couple and you’ll be sweating like crazy.”

“You seem pretty sure of yourself,” I laughed, a blush rising in my cheeks.

“Have you forgotten last night when I watched you play with your pussy?”

“Fuck. I did forget about that. Okay, where to first?”

“There are a few choices. I know you mentioned you’ve had some experience with BDSM, but regardless, I’d recommend the one for impact play first. Jason starts it off with a little more information about doing a scene with someone. A lot of people assume you just bend over and get spanked, but it’s much more in depth than that. Each of the sessions lasts about 45 minutes.”

“Jason is running it?” I asked, half wishing I’d skipped the panties altogether.

“Yup,” she said with a smartassed grin on her face. “I wanna see how long it takes before you’ve totally destroyed that sheer thong of yours.”

“Wait… how did you…”

“Sweetheart, there’s no way to get out of a car with a skirt that short without flashing your pussy to the world.”

“Fuck. Here I thought I’d done so well,” I muttered. “Honestly, I almost skipped wearing one.”

“Yup, seeing your arousal shining on your thighs would be a good look,” she sassed. “C’mon, let's take a spin around and you can see if there’s any other sessions you want to check out tonight or if you’d rather just head downstairs.”

We walked from one station to another while I considered my options. Honestly, I was interested in most of them, but I figured just choosing one more would be enough. That way, I’d have more time to check out what was going down in the main part of the club. After careful consideration, I decided to check out the fire play. I wasn’t sure it was something I’d ever want to try, but I was definitely interested in learning more.

“Did anything strike your fancy, pardon the pun?”

“I think most of them, yes. Needle play might be a step farther than I’m willing to go, though.”

“Honestly, needle play is one of my hard limits.”

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