Page 3 of Dark Bonds

“It appears so,” he laughed, not so discretely passing him a Benjamin.

The bouncer lifted the rope for us to go through and I was instantly surrounded by the sound of thumping bass. I blinked a few times as my eyes adjusted and then followed Tad further into the club. My eyes widened as I took in the scene in front of me.

Holy fuck.

“Hot, right?” Tad asked, a wide grin on his face.

“It’s not exactly what I was expecting for a first date. I didn’t even know about this place.”

“That’s because you need to be a VIP like me. Do you want to dance or should we get a drink first?”

“I’m definitely going to need a drink,” I said dryly, following him to the bar.

“What do you want?”

“Jameson, neat.”

His eyes flashed in surprise, but he ordered our drinks, nevertheless. It was all I could do to hold back the laughter when he passed me my drink and took a sip of his piña colada.

Methinks Tad is a touch pretentious.

We took a couple seats at the bar as soon as they were free and I turned to try processing everything in front of me. Tad hadn’t lied when he said he was bringing me to a club. What he had neglected to mention was that it was a sex club. There were so many different things to look at, it was hard to know where to begin. A large dance floor filled a large portion of the club. Men and women, in various states of dress, were grinding on each other in a fashion that had my panties dampening.

Rooms with large picture windows lined the one side of the club, a variety of scenes playing out in them. The more I saw, the wetter my panties got. I couldn’t decide where to focus my attention. It was all sexy as fuck. In one of the rooms, a man was cuffed to a Saint Andrew’s cross, naked as the day he was born. Two women stood behind him, one clad in leather, the other in latex. I watched in awe as the scene played out. The one in leather had a whip in hand, expertly landing strikes to his ass. Every time she stepped back, the other woman would step up to him, reach one hand down to squeeze his balls while simultaneously stroking his hard cock from the front. They alternated until, minutes later, he shuddered as the woman stroked him to orgasm.

“Fuckin’ hot, isn’t it?” Tad asked, leaning closer to me.

“It’s definitely… something,” I muttered, unwilling to let him know how turned on I was.

“Come on, let’s dance.”

He grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the dance floor, barely leaving me time to throw back the last of my drink. He pulled me close, put one arm around my waist, the other on my ass, and started rocking to the music. I was seriously doubting my decision to accept the date with Tad. Maybe Raven was right… maybe the name should have been my first clue. After all, what kind of man could possibly think it was okay to palm a woman’s ass on the first date? I reached behind and dragged his hand to my hip as we continued dancing.

After three songs, I was drenched in sweat and sick to death of trying to keep his hands off my ass. His hand snaked up to grab my breast and I was officially done. I pulled away from him and took a step back. I needed to cool off, maybe splash some water on my face. I was also afraid that if I didn’t step away from him, I might actually commit bodily harm. There were far too many witnesses around for that.

“I’m going to run to the ladies’ room,” I yelled in his ear.

“Hurry up, sweetcheeks, I need you back and grinding on this,” he grinned, cupping his junk.

I simply turned and walked away from him. A quick peek back showed him rubbing his crotch against some other woman. I rolled my eyes and went on the hunt for the washroom. Spotting a man along the wall, obviously some sort of security, I headed over.

“Is everything okay?” he asked, concern evident on his face.

“Everything is fine. I just need you to point me in the direction of the ladies’ room,” I smiled.

“Sure thing. Follow this wall to the end and it’ll be down the hallway on your right.”

“Thanks!”

As I neared the end of the wall, the telltale line of women showed me I was in the right place. When I finally got in, I headed right for the paper towel, grabbing a handful, and drenching it with some cold water. I ran it along the back of my neck and up and down my arms. A quick look in the mirror and I was immediately grateful for the exorbitant amount I spent on makeup. I was one of the few whose makeup wasn’t running. I stifled a laugh when I noticed a woman looking exactly like Rocky Raccoon. When I left the washroom, I scanned the room, trying to decide where I should go next. I very quickly decided to head in the opposite direction of the dancefloor.

I approached another of the rooms, eagerly taking in the new scene. There was a woman on her knees on the bed, hands bound behind her. Two men mounted the bed with her and I waited eagerly to see what they would do next. The one behind her grabbed her restrained wrists with one hand and used the other to push against the center of her back until her ass was high in the air, her cheek pressed against the mattress. He ran his hard shaft down her ass crack and through her glistening folds. He impaled her in one swift motion, bringing his hand down on her ass, an impressive crack filling the room.

The second, moved in front of her, grabbed a fistful of hair and yanked her up until her face was level with his dick. He ran his other hand along her cheek, in a surprisingly gentle motion, and then eased himself into her mouth, inch by inch. The two men’s eyes met and one look at the smirks on their faces made it clear they were about to fuck her like there was no tomorrow. I wasn’t shocked at all to see the men pull out, leaving just the heads of their cocks in her, and then slam back into her, their thrusts coming hard and fast. At the sound of quickened breathing, I looked to either side of me, eyes widening to find men and women alike masturbating to the scene in front of us.

“First time in the club, honey?” the woman beside me asked.

I nodded mutely, not sure what I could possibly say. She looked to be in her late thirties and had the reddest hair I’d ever seen piled atop her head. She stood about my height and wore a pair of tight black leather pants and a low-cut fuchsia crop top.

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