The Cost of Doing Business (closed)

Travis waited for the blindfold to be firmly in place before he smiled. Manipulating Jessica only made this that much more fun.

After several minutes, he parked the car and circled around to guide his passenger out. He kept a grip on her upper arm and another around her waist as he led her into a a nondescript storefront and down a flight of stairs.

A heavy-set man with powerful forearms barred their path till Travis produced a membership card. He grunted approvingly and let them pass. Travis walked them to counter staffed by a dark-skinned clerk whose purple hair stood stiffly upright.

"One member with guest," Travis declared, slapping down several large bills. "Whose on tonight?"

The girl took it wordlessly, but paused to gander at his companion. "If your friend is looking for work, let me know. She's definitely got the look."

Travis grinned but didn't reply. That would infuriate Jessica if she knew. "Candy on tonight?"

The girl nodded. "Room 4. Should be just about to start."

"Thanks." Travis' hand prompted Jessica forward as he guided her deeper into the rooms and hallways beyond. Multiple people of varied age and demeanor circulated in small groups and couples. Men were more prevalent, but there were several women. Some of them wore masks or blindfolds like Jessica.

Travis eventually found an open doorway that he guided Jessica into. He shut the door behind them and helped her sit on the lone piece of furniture in the narrow room: a backless psychiatrist couch clad in smooth vinyl. He then removed her blindfold.

The primary source of light came from a large window on the opposite wall. The room beyond was small and surrounded on multiple sides by floor-to-ceiling mirrors, save for a single door.

The room held a single occupant. A slender Asian girl of petite stature save for some towering high heels stood in nothing but bright red bra and panties. She held a bright pink jelly dong between her fingers as her brightly painted lips sucked the tip. She opened her mouth and a low moan emerged from a speaker mounted in the corner of the room that Travis and Jessica occupied.

Travis sat next to Jessica on the couch. "I thought you might like to watch," Travis whispered. "Don't worry: it's one-way glass; she can't see us. You can do whatever you like in here."
 
It was nerve wracking not being able to see where she was going. And to have to depend upon Travis to steer her. After a bit, the car stopped and she heard him get out. Then her door opened and he wrapped his arm around her waist while the other had a firm grip on her upper arm. He led her through what felt like a labyrinth. Occasionally there would be conversation between him and someone.

"One member with guest. Whose on tonight?"

"If your friend is looking for work, let me know. She's definitely got the look."

"Candy on tonight?"

"Room 4. Should be just about to start."

"Thanks."


She could heard people talking and it scared and strangely excited her. If she was found out, her marriage would be over. This must be some kind of club and yet no one seemed to think it strange that she was blindfolded and led around. She could only catch snatches of conversation, a word her and there.

Finally it sounded like they were in a small room and she heard a door close. He had her sit on something cold and smooth before removing her blindfold.

They were in a small room and in the dark, she could see into a small room. As if peeking in on the woman behind the glass, she saw a slender Asian woman wearing only red underwear and sucking and licking a neon pink jelly dong. The whole scene was obscene and strangely erotic as a low moan came over the speaker on the wall. Travis sat down next to her on the couch, whispering in her ear.

I thought you might like to watch. Don't worry: it's one-way glass; she can't see us. You can do whatever you like in here.

Jessica sat there in the dark, staring at the petite woman on the other side of the one way mirror. It was almost hypnotic to watch the woman and it appeared that there were at least 8 mirrors. And behind each mirror was a room like this one with sexual things happening. She had heard whispers of sex clubs where all sorts of sexual acts took place. This must be one of those clubs. And he was a member. She swallowed hard, her eyes opening wide in surprise. She had seen porn before, but never anything in person.

Without realizing it, she found herself squirming on the couch. Now she understood why he had said panties optional as a wet spot was starting on her undies and she took a deep breath. Her heart was pounding in her ears.
 
Travis divided his attention between the delectable Candy and the even more delightful Jessica. The former was gradually demonstrating her deep throat abilities on her pink toy; she had nearly six inches past her lips with seemingly no difficulty.

The latter was staring with rapt attention at the display. Travis wondered if this was a first for Jessica. He'd always thought sorority girls like her all "experimented" with lesbianism in college, so Jessica was probably well experienced in this sort of thing. But her fascination with Candy's performance seemed unexpectedly intense. Something Jessica had never seen? Or perhaps something she hadn't seen in far too long? Just how naughty was his boss' past.

After pushing herself a few inches further, Candy removed the jelly dong and began sliding it between her tits. Although nowhere near Jessica's impressive mounds, Candy had plenty enough bosom to surround the slender toy. She moaned softly as the head slide along her cleavage.

Travis reached around Jessica's neck and unfastened her dress. "This looks a bit tight," he murmured as he slid the zipper towards her lower back.
 
Jessica was not really paying attention to Travis. She was actually not paying attention to this "Candy" as much as Travis thought. Oh, she was facinated in what that woman was doing and wondered just how far Candy planned on going. Despite the rumors about sorority girls and lesbianism, it was just that. She never saw nor heard any hint if that sort of thing when she was in college. More than likely, it was made up by men that were wishfully thinking. She never understood how men could find that idea if two women going at it sexy. The idea of two men having sex was never a turn on to her.

She wondered just how many of these such set up there were. Were these women paid to do this or were they exhibitionist that got off on this?

Jessica was not even aware that Travis had unzipped her top. Her mind was full of questions. He obviously was a member. She remembered hearing him say one member and one guest. How much was this membership costing him a month? A year? And he said that there was one of the executives from work that came here.

With her analytical mind, she was wondering just how much these people raked in per month. She had not seen how many were in the room, but it sounded big and busy.

And just what other "shows" did they offer?

She was suddenly aware of his hand in her bare back. When did he unzip her? And when was she going to tell him that she was pregnant. Maybe he wouldn't want to fuck her any more. Some men found pregnancy a turnoff.

For a second she was sad at that thought. She had grown accustomed to that large cock tunneling deep into her pussy, filling her to overflowing with his cum. His potent seed.

Pretty soon the whole office would know she was pregnant. More that once her secretary had caught her throwing up in her bathroom. She could only do that so many times before the word would get out.

"I take it that this is Candy?"
 
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"That's what she calls herself on-stage," Travis replied. He slid the dress off Jessica's shoulders, revealing her bra. The delicate lace straining to cover her delicious mounds had his heart thudding with anticipation.

"I don't know her real name, though I doubt she'd tell me." His hands brushed across Jessica's skin as she watched Candy gyrate slowly.

"Perhaps she might tell you," he continued laughing, his fingers urging Jessica to her feet. He slipped the dress past her hips and down her thighs, leaving her clad in lingerie and high heels -- not unlike Candy herself.

The slender Asian bent forward at the waist and tugged at her red lace panties. The fabric slipped down her thighs to reveal her plump nether lips. She guided the jelly dong down and rubbed the head along the moist slit, moaning loudly.

"Perhaps I could arrange an introduction after the show," Travis murmured. His right hand cupped Jessica's own delicate flower through the thin fabric.
 
As he talked, Travis deliberately worked to removed her dress. For the time being, she had given up fighting off the upstart that was rubbing her skin. She hated to admit that between the woman on the other side of the glass dancing her erotic dance and Travis and his roaming hands, she was finding that her body was getting turned on. The thought ran through her head. Would he notice that her stomach was not as flat as it had been when he first started fucking her? He hadn't noticed it last weekend. He probably wouldn't not.

Nevertheless, she could feel how the crotch of her silk panties were getting wet. She didn't pay any attention to his words. She couldn't believe that someone would do something like this. To hear about such is one thing. To see something like this in a movie was something one could put down to fantasy. But to see it with her own eyes was...well, it was strangely fascinating.

She stood at Travis' urging, her dress slipping down while her eyes never looked away from the show in the other side of the glass. With the practiced ease of one that had done it many times before, Candy slid down the red panties leaving her totally nude. Her slit, obviously wet, was accented by the puffy lips of her sex. The woman was turned on as she rubbed the bright pink dildo between those moist lips, her moans coming over the speaker in the dark room.

Perhaps I could arrange an introduction after the show

His words finally got her attention as his hand found the wet crotch of her panties, the heat from her sex threatening to scorch his hand and the silk underwear.

"What?" Like one coming out of a dream, she looked at him, her brow furrowed. "No! Are you crazy? I don't want to meet her. I don't even want to be here. And I certainly don't want anyone to know that I'm here. I assume that you have shown me what you wanted me to see. Hand me my dress back and we can leave."

She spoke with authority, but it was false bravado as he usually had his own agenda. All she could do was try to ignore how her body was reacting to Travis and his roaming fingers. She quit looking at Candy and instead looked at her blackmailer.
 
Travis chuckled. "I think I struck a nerve. I've barely touched you and I can already see a wet spot on your panties. Either you're jonesing for my cock or you really enjoy watching Candy."

Travis' hand slipped between Jessica's thighs and palmed the crotch of her panties. "My guess is that it's a bit of both," he smirked confidently. "Regardless, we're a long way from being done, so you can hush up about leaving."

Travis guided Jessica to the edge of the couch and spread her knees apart. "Since you enjoy it so much, I'll let you watch for a bit." He knelt down in front of her, letting Jessica look past him to the petite Asian beyond the glass. His fingers tugged back the waistband of her panties, slipping his digits along her swollen labia.

From the speaker overhead, he heard Candy moan softly as she continued to tease herself with her toy. "Oh, my pussy is so wet. But this is so thick. It might be too big. But, oh, I want it sooooo baaaaaad. Ohhhhh!"
 
She didn't say what was really going through her head. Because if she were truthful to herself, this was such a turn on. She was here at a sex club. Travis had her half naked in a closet size room while some woman she had never seen before did sexual things with a dildo on the other side of a one way mirror. She knew that he would pick up on the wet crotch on her panties. Just the warmth of his palm on the silky material made her nipples harden more as they pressed against the silky cups straining to contain them.

Regardless, we're a long way from being done, so you can hush up about leaving.

She closed her mouth and swallowed hard. It wasn't like she was able to just get up and storm out. She was definitely at his beck and call here. Therefore, she didn't put up any kind of resistance as he purposely moved her to the edge of the couch, spreading her knees.

Since you enjoy it so much, I'll let you watch for a bit.

He reached up and pulled back her panties so that he could slip his fingers down against her skin until her reached her wet slit, her labia swollen with desire. Behind the glass, Candy rubbed the dildo against her wet sex, moaning as she rubbed herself.

Oh, my pussy is so wet. But this is so thick. It might be too big. But, oh, I want it sooooo baaaaaad. Ohhhhh!

Honey, you have not seen big. Try stuffing Travis' anaconda up your pussy and then we'll talk.. Those words ran through her head. She didn't dare say them out loud or Travis would get an even bigger head than he already had.

Quite against her will, her hips began to move in time to his finger as it explored her sex. The voice of Candy moaning over the speaker echoed just what Jessica herself was feeling and she bit her lower lip to keep from vocalizing what she was feeling.
 
For all her claimed disinterest, Jessica certainly did not seem to mind his finger inside her. Her snug canal clutched at his digit as he wiggled it inside her. He coaxed her towards her first climax, confident in his ability to pleasure her.

As he did so, he noticed that Jessica's abdomen was slightly different than he remembered. Usually the muscles were fairly defined beneath her skin, but tonight they seemed less so. Moreover, the upper portion of her abdomen seemed more convex than he recalled.

Was she putting on weight? No, a grazing trace of his free hand showed the flesh to be taut, not the soft plush of cellulite. It was as if her womb were still full of his seed as it had been after their marathon sex session. But that had been well over a week ago; surely she couldn't still be stuffed at this point. Curious.

His attention was drawn away to the lovely Candy. The sultry Asian continued to moan about her own lust as she teased her pussy with the jelly dong. After an extended session of moaning about her unfulfilled needs for the benefit of her unseen audience, she finally plunged the tip of the translucent pink phallus inside her. The resulting squeal of pleasure sounded incredibly genuine.

Travis' own desire was patently manifest at this point. His cock distended his pants leg down to the knee. The sounds of Candy over the speaker and Rebecca in front of him had him aching for relief.

"See how hard I am for you?" he grunted, pulling Jessica's hand down to his bulging crotch so she could feel for herself. "I'm going to fuck you so hard tonight. "
 
It wouldn't do any good to complain. Nor to fight it. All it would do would possibly call attention to her in a place and with someone that she did not wish to be seen. Closing her eyes as his finger moved up inside her, her body responded and she bit her lower lip to keep from making noise as her sex gripped his finger.

Almost as if she were watching them, the petite woman on the other side of the glass gave a cry. Jessica's eyes flew open to see Candy there with the tip of the jelly dong starting to pierce up into her pussy. And Candy's cry was not one of pain but rather of pleasure.

See how hard I am for you?

With strong fingers around her wrist, he dragged her hand down to the bulge that she could see growing in his pants. A thought ran through her head - had he ever split his pants trying to keep that monster hidden? The bulge seemed to almost throb against her fingers.

I'm going to fuck you so hard tonight.

Just his words caused her vaginal muscles to tightly grip his finger still tucked up in her. Her traitorous body was already looking forward to just what Travis had planned. Maybe looking forward was not right. More like craving. She was becoming addicted to this hedonistic way of life that he was introducing her to. Her heart was beating even harder than before.
 
Travis' erection strained against Jessica's fingers. Despite all her alleged aversion to him, her hand continued to feel his mighty shaft through his pants. "You keep that up and I might just rip through the seams," he grunted.

Jessica's moans now mixed with those of Candy. The performer now had a few inches of the dong inside her pussy. To hear her wail, you'd think she had half a baseball bat inside her instead of such a slender toy. Perhaps she was exaggerating her performance. Perhaps she was really that snug.

Certainly Jessica's love canal felt that way. Even with just a finger inside, she seemed at capacity. Yet he knew she could handle far more.

Travis had intended to finger her all the way to a climax, but listening to two women moan so eroticly pushed his libido too quickly. "Fuck, I want you so bad!" he snarled as he tore at his pants. He roughly shoved the imprisoning fabric out of the way till his throbbing cock sprang free.

"Get up," he commanded, his hands hauling her upright lest she have any illusions about his request. He took a seat on the edge of the couch behind her and pulled her body towards him. "Sit," he commanded, his hands clutching her by the waist as he lowered her towards his massive erection. Image
 
The cock continued to throb in her hand, her fingers gripping it through his pants. With her panties around her ankles and his fingers slipping in and out of her sex, it was becoming hard to stay quiet. The petite girl on the other side of the glass moaned as more and more of the dildo worked its way inside that pussy.

If that size is too big for you, lady, then Travis would kill you, she thought. Jessica's vaginal muscled gripped his finger as it slid in and out. A moan trembled across her lips and she could feel her nipples pressing hard against the silk bra cups.

Suddenly he growled in frustration.

Fuck, I want you so bad!

He rapidly undressed. It was not slow and deliberate but almost as if his pants were on fire, until finally his cock in all its enormous glory sprang free and despite its heaviness was pointed straight at her.

He told her to stand and before she could comply or complain, pulled her upright while he sat where she had. His large cock rigidly stood upright from his lap and as if possessed, he ordered her to sit, to impale herself on his spike. Luckily her pussy was still slick from his attention with his finger. His hands on her waist made sure that she had no trouble being speared with his cock as he pressed her down onto it.

Her body accepted him easily, and she felt her nether lips part to accept the cock. As if putting on a tight glove, her body opened to him and a shudder ran through her. She bowed her head and closed her eyes, feeling as he completely filled the void inside her. As those internal muscles had clutched at his finger, now they squeezed as they were once again stretched to encase him.

As she sat speared deep on his lap, Candy moaned louder, and Jessica found herself joining in, moaning.
 
Jessica sank down atop his erection, her vaginal muscles straining in vain as its immense girth stretched her to capacity and beyond. "You're as fucking tight as ever," Travis marveled. "So fucking tight!"

Jessica moaned aloud as her lowered herself atop him. Meanwhile the Asian beauty beyond the glass had a good six inches of her pink toy buried in her pussy. The two women's respective sighs and gasps and groans formed a lewd melody inside the tiny room.

When Jessica had fully impaled herself atop him, Travis placed his chin on her shoulder. His hand cupped her bra-covered breasts from behind while her pussy clenched at his cock. All the while, the luscious Candy worked

"You like watching her," Travis murmured assuredly. "You like fucking me and you like watching her. Don't bother denying it. I can feel how turned on you are."

Hr ran his hand across her lower abdomen, feeling her tensed muscles as she struggled against the massive cock inside her. "So who's going to cum first? You or Candy?"
 
You're as fucking tight as ever. So fucking tight!

Once Travis had managed to get his massive erection deep within her snug vaginal walls, she groaned. How could this be so wrong and yet feel so right, feel so good. She could feel her body gripping him tight, as if never wanting to let his throbbing muscle leave her.

She watched the other woman moan and groan at that silly jelly dong while Travis brought his hands up to cup her generous breast.

You like watching her? You like fucking me and you like watching her. Don't bother denying it. I can feel how turned on you are.

She didn't bother to deny it. Turned on was right. Despite her vocal protests and the guilt at breaking her wedding vows, being fucked by Travis here was definitely a turn on. His hand drifted down to where the baby - his baby - grew inside her. Though everyone else would know it as Kenneth's baby. She tensed as he twitched inside her.

So who's going to cum first? You or Candy?

Candy wasn't battling anything near as large as what Jessica began to rock on. Without realizing it, her body began to move, her hips beginning that age old dance. Watching Candy while she leaned into Travis, her eyes seemed glued to the glass. Her legs spread so that she straddled his lap.
 
Jessica writhed against him, her steady moans conveying what she so often refused to say. Her claims of aversion were so evidently a sham. The orgasm so clearly hovering on the horizon proved she enjoyed fucking him.

The rapidity of her arousal suggested she was even further stimulated by the current setting. Was it watching another woman pleasure herself? Was it the semi-public nature of their encounter? Was Jessica imagining that Candy could see the two of them coupling as readily as they could see her?

The performer was swiftly approaching her own climax. Her legs visibly began to tremble and she sank to her knees. With her thighs spread wide, her tight pussy was fully visible as she pistoned the jelly dong inside the tight canal. Her head arced back as she clutched at her throat with her free hand. Sharp cries of pleasure lengthened into incoherent screams of delight as her orgasm hit.

Travis wasn't far behind. The aching pressure for release quickly approached critical and he felt the familiar surge of satisfaction as his seed gushed into Jessica yet again.
 
This was all so wrong and yet felt so right. Old Vlad definitely had her impaled on his massive pike as her moans began to rival the sounds coming from Candy's mouth. His hands had at first held her speared on him though if the truth be known, she was beginning to accept that she actually derived pleasure from being fucked by Travis. She liked to think that she had high ideals but this whole incident had proven her wrong. And she knew from past experience that he would not hesitate to make a phone call that could result in prison time for her, plus a healthy penalty plus the loss of the job. And the loss of her husband.

Her one consolation was that basically this was blackmail. And if she ever headed to prison, she would make sure that she was not the only one to pay the piper.

As she watched the performance on the other side of the glass, she felt Travis throbbing deep inside of her and knew that his eruption of sperm was near. That same sperm that had managed to impregnate her in spite being on the pill. Now, a baby might throw a kink in the works.

And despite the fact that the father of her unborn baby was Travis instead if Kenneth, she still felt protective of the tiny thing.

Suddenly, there was a familiar groan as Travis seemed to hold her down tight on his cock while she felt him filling her full of cum.

She needed to get dressed and have Travis drive her to her car. Maybe she could get home before Kenneth and have a bath. Remove the smell of sex from her body.
 
Jessica put a hand on her belly as she rode atop Travis. He grunted as jet after jet of his seed flooded into her, filling her tender canal.

Beyond the glass, their performer lay seemingly dazed in a puddle of her own juices. Groggy, she rose to her knees and slid the well-lubricated sex toy out of her. She picked up the bits of her outfit that she'd removed and clambered to her feet. Smiling pleasantly, she exited the small stage.

Travis reached around to Jessica's abdomen and slid his fingers down to where her pussy stretched around his cock. Even after a climax, he remained semi-stiff within her.

"Quite the show, hmm?" he inquired teasing her tender flesh with his fingertips. "There will be another one in five or ten minutes if you want to stay here atop my cock. Or you can put your mask on and we can get a drink at the bar. Wouldn't mind showing you off to the other guests. Might even meet some of the performers; they like to mingle. I could even arrange a private room if you want to try out something more advanced. Maybe a little bit kinkier. "
 
Even filled full of cum and Travis' semi-erect cock, Jessica squirmed. She had planned that she would now get dressed and don the mask again so that they could leave. But apparently, he had other thing in mind. His fingers seemed to tease her clit, and her pussy twitched in response, periodically squeezing the cock lodged deep inside her.

Quite the show, hmm? There will be another one in five or ten minutes if you want to stay here atop my cock. Or you can put your mask on and we can get a drink at the bar. Wouldn't mind showing you off to the other guests. Might even meet some of the performers; they like to mingle. I could even arrange a private room if you want to try out something more advanced. Maybe a little bit kinkier.

She noticed that there was no mention of taking her back to her car. She was interested what the private room entailed, and just what was considered "kinkier". Not that she wanted to try anything. She was just curious. But she would never let him know. And walking around blindfolded while people stared at her didn't appeal to her. And another show like the one she had just watched was unnecessary."

"How about the option where we get dressed and I put my blindfold on and we leave? I do have a husband that is expecting me home some time tonight." Her pussy continued to clutch at the cock that filled it.
 

"How about the option where we get dressed and I put my blindfold on and we leave? I do have a husband that is expecting me home some time tonight? "

"That ship sailed a long time ago, Jess. You could have sacrificed your career by being honest, but instead you agreed to be my fuck buddy. That's also a task you rather enjoy, so it's rather disingenuous of you to act like you get nothing out of our arrangement."

Travis squeezed her hips, admiring her luscious ass as it rested on his lap. "I will, however, meet you halfway. You can get dressed. You can put on your blindfold. But we are definitely not leaving. Feel free to call your husband and tell him you're running late because you tripped and fell onto my cock."
 
His fuck buddy? The term was somehow crude and yet exciting. She hadn't thought of it that way but when put like that, it was true. And if she were completely truthful, her body had become what? Addicted? Addicted to Travis and his huge cock. Of her pussy being periodically stretched as he fucked her. Of his fingers rubbing her clit as she sat on his lap impaled on his cock. She no longer was in charge here. She couldn't help herself as her vaginal walls continued to clutch at the cock lodged within it.

That's also a task you rather enjoy, so it's rather disingenuous of you to act like you get nothing out of our arrangement.

She bowed her head, half in shame and half in a chilling submission to his words. It was true. Sitting here now was very much a turn on. She wasn't sure how her sexual appetite would be as her pregnancy progressed. In fact, he may lose all interest in her. For a minute, she felt a loss. The realization hit her. She wanted Travis to fuck her! He was right! She enjoyed it!

I will, however, meet you halfway. You can get dressed. You can put on your blindfold. But we are definitely not leaving. Feel free to call your husband and tell him you're running late because you tripped and fell onto my cock.

Slowly, she pulled herself off of his cock, shivering as her body tried to cum just from the stimulus. She suddenly felt empty. Dressing by the light coming through the window that looked into the performance room, she quickly donned her clothes before pulling out her phone and texting Kenneth.

'DELAYED. WILL BE HOME LATER THAN EXPECTED. DON'T WAIT UP.'

She put away her phone and slipped on the blindfold.

"Alright, Travis. Now what? But you had better keep my identity a secret."
 
Travis guided the blindfolded Jessica out into the common areas again. The vulnerability that her blindness imposed proved a potent turn-on. She was forced to remain close to him and rely on his guidance. She couldn't be indifferent to him here.

As expected, her appearance gathered quite the bit of attention. While several couples were in attendance, few could match her beauty. "Everyone's staring at you," he whispered in Jessica's ear. "You are the hottest woman here. They're all wishing they could touch you."

Travis escorted her to a seat at the bar and got her a strong martini. It took less than three minutes for the first stranger to approach them.

"I say, I don't think I've seen you two here before. I'm William and this is my girlfriend, Lauren." The man was tall and reasonably fit. His tan was too even to be natural and the well-manicured hand he extended to Travis suggested a softer lifestyle. William looked to be late 50s, but Travis suspected he'd had work done; probably 60s. Like Travis, he wore a simple black mask.

His girlfriend was platinum blonde and looked barely out of high school. She wore several flashy bits of jewelry, further enhancing William's sugar daddy image. Her dress was tight and a pair of perfectly round tits seemed intent on popping free of her neckline. A black velvet mask with cat-like ears covered her face.

"So pleased to meet you," Travis declared. "I'm Michael and this is my wife, Madison." Travis whispered descriptions of their new acquaintances as Jessica blindly shook hands.

William made small talk and bought the next round of drinks before finally getting around to the subject that he clearly wanted to discuss. "I must say that the two of you look very appealing. Lauren in particular was quite taken with you."

The blonde nodded eagerly. "Oh, yeah! You two are so hot!" There was a fervency to her that Travis found odd. Given the slight glassiness to her eyes, he suspected that alcohol wasn't the only foreign substance in her system.

"Perhaps the two of you would like to join us for something . . . private?" William concluded.

"It's a tempting offer," Travis began. "I think Madison might be up for it," he continued, knowing that almost certainly wasn't true but enjoying the dread it produced in her.

He let the moment hang just long enough to let Jessica worry. "But I don't think I'm up for it tonight and Madison and always do these things together. So, thank you, but no. Some other time, perhaps."

William and Lauren were disappointed, but within two minutes they were chatting up another couple. Travis chuckled and leaned into Jessica. "Probably going to get offers like that all night," he whispered. "Everyone here wants you. Me included."
 
Travis enjoyed his power over her in her blindfolded state, and if she were honest with herself, she found it a thrill. If the truth were known, Jessica was always in charge, always the one that made the decisions. Whether it was at work or at home. Oh, Kenneth wasn't weak, but more distracted with work. For once, it was rather nice to have someone else make the decisions, someone else in power. It was almost thrilling to be a subordinate for a change.

He led her out into the crowded room, her hand tucked in his arm as if they were a couple. And she found herself snugging up to his side. His voice was soft in her ear.

Everyone's staring at you. You are the hottest woman here. They're all wishing they could touch you.

The thought was wildly erotic and yet dangerous. They sat at some sort of bar and he ordered her a martini. She ignored the drink. Now that she was pregnant, alcohol was off the menu. Of course, Travis didn't know that.

Suddenly Travis was talking to someone. A man with an affected British accent. When introductions came, she worried until Travis introduced her as his wife Madison.

His wife? She had forgotten about her wedding ring. He whispered their descriptions and she blindly reached out to shake hands.

"Hello." Her answer was somewhat breathy, partially from fear and partially from excitement. But it managed to disguise her voice.

Yet a second martini was set before her. She ignored that one as well. After a minute of small talk, the man finally got around to the whole point of the introduction.

"I must say that the two of you look very appealing. Lauren in particular was quite taken with you."

"Oh, yeah! You two are so hot!"

"Perhaps the two of you would like to join us for something . . . private?"


She stiffened slightly at the thought. Though she could hear the teasing in Travis' voice, she held her tongue.

It's a tempting offer. I think Madison might be up for it. But I don't think I'm up for it tonight and Madison and always do these things together. So, thank you, but no. Some other time, perhaps.

She wanted to smack him, and yet somehow she found all this thrilling. Just being here made her pulse race.

The couple said their goodbyes and left. She felt Travis lean close, could even smell him.

Probably going to get offers like that all night. Everyone here wants you. Me included.

But you've already had me. She didn't say it but she thought it and the memory of what they had recently done in that little room. Her face flushed and the room felt warm. She wasn't sure what to say, or not say. Finally she asked a few questions, speaking softly.

"Just how many people are here? Surely I am not the only person blindfolded?"
 
"A couple dozen or so are here," Travis responded. "Probably two or three times that many are scattered about at other shows or in private areas. Hard to say for sure."

"Everyone wears masks or blindfolds. Blindfold usually indicates submissives. They get off on the loss of control. Most of those are women, but in a couple cases it's the men."

Travis chuckled. "Of course, I know you probably say that you don't get off on feeling vulnerable. But I'm not sure that's true. Certainly you say you don't like it, but I think it excites you a bit to be at my mercy." He shrugged. "Just a hunch."

"Tonight is a couple's night, so that's why you hear such a mix of voices. Can't be here without a partner."

A high-pitched squeal of delight sounded from several feet away. "Greg! Heel!" Travis felt a twinge and glanced over. He turned his head back swiftly and put a hand on Jessica's chin as her blindfolded gaze turned in the same direction. "No!" he urged. "Don't look around."

A masked woman in a mask passed a few feet away. She was slightly chubby, her slightly zaftig frame poured into a leather bustier and matching skirt. At her left and slightly behind was a middle-aged man who wore a dog collar connected to a leash held by his blonde companion. Travis waited several seconds until the couple disappeared into the crowd.

He broke down into chuckles as he described the pair to Jessica. "You recognized her voice, too, didn't you?" he concluded. "Who'd have thought Peggy from Accounting was so adventurous?"
 
A submissive, eh? And the fact that he may be picking up on the thrill that it gave her worried her. It was not good that he was aware of this. But she felt her sex give a little bit of a clench. Because of the blindfold, she could close her eyes and hopefully he was none the wiser as she listened to his description.

Suddenly a woman shrieked loudly, telling something named Greg to heel. A dog here? No, Travis would have said something. This was a sex club, so Greg was...but the voice was familiar and she automatically started to turn her head as if to look, despite the blindfold. Travis stopped her, literally taking her chin to force her to face forward. Someone from work! Shit shit shit! She sat there very still. It wasn't that male executive that he had mentioned. This was a woman. She tried to place the voice.

When the woman and her "companion" had passed, she heard Travis chuckle under his breath before leaning in to describe sotto voce just what she had missed seeing. Peggy Lawrence from Accounting! She almost wished that she had seen it. Peggy was usually very conservatively dressed, though usually her outfit hugged her figure a bit. And the woman definitely had a voice that could be heard above the crowd. But in a place like here, dressed as Travis had described, and walking some man like an overgrown dog! A small smile played around her lips briefly before she got control of herself.

She didn't know if anyone was close enough to overhear as she spoke, so she carried along with the disguise. "Michael, you keep mentioning other shows. Are they pretty much like what we saw? Individual private rooms around a center core? And are the private areas where couples go? I just wondered."

She felt lame tacking on that last sentence. But she was just trying to understand this sex club. A club that was apparently very popular with all walks of life. Including her co-workers.
 
"Too bad you can't see this," Travis whispered as their coworkers passed. "Peggy seems like such a sweetheart at work; hard to imagine her as a dom if I hadn't already seen it."

Travis didn't bother adding how intrigued by the idea he found himself. Peggy might not be svelte like his current companion, but she filled out that leather corset quite nicely.

Jessica's question called him back to the present. "What? Oh, yes, they've got a couple stages like the one we saw. Different kinds of performances for different tastes, all with private viewing rooms. Then they also have individual rooms equipped with various special apparatuses for special experiences. So if you wanted to try a sex swing or being stretched out on a rack or being tied up in Japanese ropes--. "

"Kinbaku," a voice supplied from behind him. Travis turned to see a familiar face standing beside him at the bar: the female performer from the show. Classic now in a black silk robe that hung to mid-thigh, she smiled softly up at him. "Sorry, didn't mean to eavesdrop. Just heard you mention and spoke without thinking."

"No, that's totally fine," Travis replied. "We saw your performance tonight. You were incredible! She and I just loved it! Oh, sorry, my manners. I'm Michael and this is my wife, Madison." Having made that introduction four times in the last half hour, the subterfuge was almost natural to Travis.

" Candy, " the woman replied with a nod. "I'm glad you enjoyed it." She cast an appraising glance over both of them. "So you two are into rope play?"

Travis shrugged. "Don't know, to be honest. But that's kind of why we're here. See what's out there, try new things, experiment, you know."

Candy regarded them both again. Particularly Jessica, her gaze lingering on the blindfolded woman for several seconds. She nodded, apparently reaching some private decision. "Well, if you like, I could show you around a little. If you want."
 
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