Page 25 of Embrace of the Russian Tiger

He didn’t answer, just continued down the stairs, the sound of his footsteps echoing in the enclosed space. I swallowed hard, my nerves frayed, but I kept moving.

At the bottom of the stairs, the corridor opened into a large, underground club. The sound of music hit me first—loud, pulsing, almost hypnotic. Then the sights. Bodies writhed on the dance floor, half-naked men and women moving in time with the music, their skin gleaming under the dim, flashing lights.

But this wasn’t just any club. This was something else. Something darker.

As I moved through the crowd, my senses were filled with the heat of bodies pressed together. My eyes widened as I took in the scenes around me, each one more explicit than the last. In the corners of the room, groups of people gathered, their hands roaming freely over each other's bodies, their eyes glazed with desire. Their tongues slipping on one another. I couldn’t tear my gaze away as I watched women draped over men, their moans lost in the pulsing music and flashing lights. Women jumping onmen’s or some men were just pounding from behind. This was new to me. All of it. I couldn’t understand if I feel disgusted or aroused. I was definitely curious.

My skin prickled with excitement and danger as I noticed glass rooms lining the walls, where others watched from behind one-way mirrors. But my heart raced even faster as we reached an area separated by a thick velvet curtain. Suddenly, the man pushed it inside, revealing a small room with glass walls on all sides. Inside, I could see everything happening in the club below – the dance floor, the people, and what it is that they were doing.

“You can see them but they cannot see you. You wait. You understand?” the man said, and closed the door behind him.

Suddenly, I heard a sound behind me, and I turned just in time to see a woman in another glass room. She was black, tall, and strikingly beautiful. Her breasts were full and heavy, with dark nipples that begged to be touched. Her lips were plump and pink. She entered the room with another woman, whose skin seemed smooth as a peach. She lied down on the bed and spread her legs, as the black beauty leaned down into her pussy and slid her tongue right into her hole. The woman’s body arched and then suddenly the beauty took out a toy in a shape of an alien-penis. And then she spread the woman’s lips with her fingers and slid the toy inside.

“Ah!” the woman exclaimed as moans echoed through the room, and I couldn’t tear my eyes away.

I should have looked away. But instead, I was aroused. I could feel the heat building inside me, my pulse quickening as I watched them, unable to stop myself. She was moving her hands faster and faster, twisting the alien looking penis from one side to the other while rubbing the woman’s clitoris. It was like watching two goddesses together. My pussy was getting wet. I did not want it to get wet, but my body was betraying me. I have never seen anything like this.

I tried to pull my gaze away, but then a voice crackled over the loudspeaker, deep and commanding. “Jessica.”

The woman in the next room froze, her eyes widening as she pulled away from the toy.

“Step forward,” the voice commanded.

Jessica stepped into the center of the room, her face flushed and her body trembling. The voice boomed again. “Choose your position.”

She hesitated for a moment, then stripped off what little clothing she had left and knelt on the floor. Her hands moved to her breasts, and she began pleasuring herself as the loudspeaker instructed.

I should have looked away, but I couldn’t. I was mesmerized. My body throbbed with desire as I watched her, the heat pooling low in my stomach.

The door at the far end of the room slid open, and a man stepped inside. My breath hitched at the sight of him—tall, muscular, his skin a rich, dark bronze that gleamed under the soft light. Every inch of him was a masterpiece, his body sculpted in such a way that it almost seemed unreal. His movements were graceful, confident, like a predator closing in on its prey, and the way he carried himself made it clear that he was in control of the situation.

I couldn’t tear my eyes away. He crossed the room with slow, deliberate strides, his gaze never leaving Jessica as he approached her. Her breath quickened, her body visibly trembling as she knelt before him. She had already surrendered herself to the commands of the loudspeaker, but now, in front of this man, her submission took on a whole new depth.

When he knelt in front of her, the room seemed to hold its breath. His presence was commanding, magnetic, and even from behind the glass, I could feel the sheer force of his dominance radiating off him. He reached out, his hand brushing her cheekwith a tenderness that belied the intensity of the moment. Jessica’s eyes fluttered closed at the contact, her lips parting in a soft sigh.

“Continue,” the loudspeaker commanded, but it was unnecessary. The man had already taken control, his hand trailing down Jessica’s body with a slow, deliberate precision. His fingers danced over her skin, teasing her, making her tremble with need.

I could feel my own pulse race, my body reacting to the intensity of the scene unfolding in front of me. Every movement, every touch seemed to heighten the heat that simmered in my veins. I felt a strange, forbidden pull, a deep desire building within me as I watched the man guide Jessica with such confidence, such dominance.

He leaned in closer, his mouth brushing against her neck as his hands roamed her body, exploring her as if he had all the time in the world. Jessica’s breaths came in shallow, ragged gasps, her body arching into his touch as though she couldn’t help herself.

My breath caught in my throat when the man’s hand slipped between her legs, parting her thighs as he spread her open before him. The way her body responded, the way her moans filled the room, was enough to make me lose any semblance of composure. I could feel the wetness pooling between my own legs, my body throbbing in sync with Jessica’s as I watched, helplessly entranced.

The man didn’t hesitate. He claimed her, his movements slow at first, deliberate, before gradually quickening as Jessica’s moans grew louder, more desperate. She clung to him, her hands gripping his shoulders as he pushed her closer to the edge, his control over her absolute.

I could feel every moment, every breath, as though I were right there with them. The intensity of the scene was unlikeanything I had ever experienced, and my body responded in ways I hadn’t anticipated. I ached, throbbed with a deep, primal need as I watched the man take control of Jessica, pushing her to the brink of pleasure and beyond.

She screamed his name as her release hit, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm, but he didn’t stop. He pushed her further, driving her to the edge again and again, until she was a trembling mess beneath him, utterly consumed by the pleasure he gave her.

I was breathless, trembling with desire, as the scene unfolded. It was raw, powerful, and completely intoxicating. And even though I knew I should look away, I couldn’t. My own body was alive with need, and the heat between my legs burned with a fire that only seemed to grow stronger as I watched.

I watched as he took her, his movements slow and deliberate. Her moans filled the air, her body arching with pleasure, and I couldn’t help it—I reached for myself, my hand slipping between my legs as I watched them. I bit my lip, trying to stifle my own moans as I matched their rhythm, the pleasure building inside me until I couldn’t hold back any longer.

I couldn’t stop myself. My body betrayed me, the heat between my legs growing with every second as I watched the scene unfold in the next room. The woman—Jessica—was lost in her pleasure, her moans vibrating through the walls, and the man, so graceful and strong, moved with such precision, as if he knew exactly how to drive her to the edge.

My breathing quickened, my fingers trembling as they moved against me. I closed my eyes for a moment, feeling the waves of desire building in my core, and when I opened them again, I couldn’t tear my gaze away from what was happening. The glass walls of my room felt like a barrier, separating me from them, but it wasn’t enough. I was drawn to them, to the pleasure, to the intensity of it all.

This isn’t right. The thought flickered in the back of my mind, but it was quickly drowned out by the pulsing beat of my heart, the throbbing in my core. I bit down on my lip, my hand moving faster now, mimicking the rhythm of the couple in the next room.

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