Page 11 of Wicked Christmas Eve

Just beyond the red Christmas light adorned opening I spied a naked woman standing against a tall post with her arms tied over her head. My high heeled foot slipped from the ledge of the stool and landed on the floor with a strike. The tall blonde woman had a strikingly thin figure, willowy like a model with porcelain perfect skin except for the red streaks covering her ass.

While I struggled for a consistent thought on what the heck I was witnessing, an imposing male figure moved forward and blocked my view of the mystery woman with the lovely backside.

Broad shoulders, a lean torso, and an awesomely tight ass encased in black pants filled the doorway. Curious to see more, I shifted on the seat to angle my body for the best view. The rear view alone caused a slight tingle in all my girly parts. Now I really wanted him to turn around so I could see the face of my newly imagined sex god.

Instead a sudden flash of movement drew my gaze to his hips where his hand held a flogger in a tight grip. A flash of heat tore through me, making me grow hot and wet between my thighs. My skin tingled and my nipples tightened at the thought of him raising that arm and using the flogger on the woman still standing helpless in front of him.

Holy shit.

I fanned myself.

Call me fucking Alice, because I'd suddenly fallen much deeper into that rabbit hole. The plot had definitely just thickened on my Christmas Eve.

Last I checked, I hailed from a small, southern and mostly conservative town. The kind of place where people didn't talk about sex in polite company let alone display it in a public place. Obviously that had changed, as had this bar. The kink however, didn't surprise me. People loved to whisper in this town as well as any, and I'd been one hell of a nosy teenager. Not to mention a snoop too.

I'd found books hidden in the back of bedside drawers that had opened my eyes to a whole new world of sexual proclivities. But it was a certain video recording that had accidentally gone out in an email one night to pretty much everyone that had left me with a curiosity that had never quite been quenched. Even if slightly forgotten and pushed aside over the years.

The bartender behind me cleared his throat, pulling my attention to the fact I was staring at something obviously not my business. I swiveled back around in my seat and brought the shot of alcohol to my lips.

In one gulp, I downed the fiery liquid, welcoming the familiar burn in the hopes it would distract me from the wild thoughts now racing through my mind.

Had I just—?

Was this a—?

I gulped. A little afraid to even think the words.

A sex club.

In Rockridge?

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