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Looking up from Taylor’s ass, Mac smiled at their small crowd. Among them were a world-renowned musician and her wife; an A-list movie star with her latest co-star. They watched with eager smiles as Mac took care of Taylor.

Mac used her grip to pull Taylor closer, sending the toy deeper inside her with each smooth thrust. Taylor’s head dropped as the ecstasy of the moment took over her. But Mac slid her hand up Taylor’s back and onto the back of her neck. With light pressure, Mac lifted her head. “Let them see you. Let themreallysee you.”

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The wordsalone were enough to make Taylor whimper but a primal grunt came from her chest when she met the onlookers gazes. Mac smiled as her pleasure grew. With each pump of the toy, Mac’s strap slid against Taylor’s g-spot. The feeling of the small bump created pressure on Mac’s clit.

As she moved the strap inside of Taylor, Taylor’s hips pressed the bullet right back onto Mac’s clit. She knew it would send a jolt of pleasure through Mac’s body.

“Oh god, you’re gorgeous.” Mac moaned as the pressure began to build. As Mac guided her hips, Taylor made a point to slam her ass into Mac. All she wanted was for Mac to feel the same pleasure she did.

Her body was tense with excitement. Taylor could feel her peak just around the corner. She lifted her gaze again to the sapphics who had stopped to watch them. Her pussy pulsed with excitement. Never had she felt so seen. It was an odd place to feel it, but these people may be the only ones in the world to witness her and Mac as they truly were.

Taylor groaned as she felt Mac pushing harder and deeper. She could feel Mac’s body beginning to tremble as she thrust. The thought brought Taylor even closer to her own climax. Her body shook, her moans turning to low grunts as she focused on Mac’s strap inside her.

Mac moaned. “I’m close.” She gripped Taylor’s hips, letting her nails dig into the skin slightly.

The light pain made Taylor shutter with pleasure. She felt her center tense around the toy, holding it in place as Mac’s thrusts grew smaller. Her body shook as she looked back at Mac whose mouth hung open.

Meeting her gaze, Mac’s face turned to surprise as her body seized up and she moaned. “Fuck.” She screamed as she came.

Taylor smiled as her own body followed. She trembled as every muscle in her body tensed against Mac. Until, it finally released and the pressure dissolved. She let out one final groan as she leaned forward, letting the strap fall out of her.

Behind her, Mac collapsed onto her back. Her face meeting Taylor’s glistening back.

“Are you okay?” Mac asked, releasing her grip on Taylor’s hips and planting gentle kisses on her back.

Taylor nodded, sitting up slightly. Mac wrapped her arms around Taylor’s waist, letting her warm hands rest on Taylor’s stomach. “Better than ever.”

When they had finished holding each other, Taylor and Mac slid on their clothes and made their way downstairs to the bar. As the night wore on, more and more people headed to the second floor. But Mac indulged in one more drink before the pair headed out.

As they sat at the bar, a mysterious woman approached them. She wore a stunning, emerald pantsuit.

Taylor smiled at her. “I was wondering where you were.”

The woman laughed. “It’s good to see you again, Miss Bennett.” She extended her hand to Mac.

“Miss King, this is the owner of the club: Mistress Lavender.” Taylor gestured to the woman.

Mac took her hand and shook it, her mind beginning to place the familiar face. Unless she was mistaken, the woman was a world renowned actress who had been in dozens of roles. Mac had grown up watching her films.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you. You have quite the space here.” Mac smiled, blushing as her mind jumped back to the second floor.

Lavender patted Mac on the back. “Well, I’m glad you’ve enjoyed your stay. We’d love to see you back here. If you’re interested in a membership, give me a call.” She passed Mackenzie a black business card. It had the same sigil that the membership card did. Mac looked down at it and raised an eyebrow: a sprig of lavender encircled by gold.

“Thank you.” Mac tucked the card into her black blazer.

Just as quickly as she appeared, the woman vanished. Mac polished off her drink and smiled at Taylor. “Take me home.”

With a giddy smile, Taylor stood from her chair and linked her arm in Mac’s. The drive to Midtown would only take a few minutes and then they could wrap themselves up in each other’s arms.

Taylor hadn’t bothered setting an alarm the night before. Sunday mornings were the only day of the week she wasn’t training and she had every intention of spending it in bed with Mackenzie.

She rolled over, her eyes half open, and pulled Mackenzie’s naked, sleeping body closer. Her skin was warm and soft. In her half-awake haze, Taylor planted a few kisses on Mac’s exposed back.

Stirring, Mac groaned and nestled her head further into the pillow. Taylor drifted back to sleep.

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