Damn, he was starting to get hard.
He took the shot. “Mm, thanks.”
“You need to relax,” Cypress urged. “As far as I’m concerned, we can stay right here and hang out, okay? We don’t have to take a walk around unless you want to.”
“A walk? A walk around what?” Tom tried to nonchalantly adjust himself.
“Right now, everyone is getting changed into their play clothes. When they’re done, they’ll come down here to chat, have some drinks, and start breaking off to negotiate scenes. When they’re all set, they’ll go to a room. If they leave the door open or set up in one of these open spots, they’re inviting you to come watch if you happen towalk around.”
“Ah.”
“Now, even in here at the bar, you are going to see some sexual acts. You might see a quick spanking or maybe someone might pinch a nipple or whatever. Try to keep an open mind, and remember, you’re my guest here.”
“So, don’t freak out and embarrass you?”
Cypress grinned. “Yeah, something like that.”
“I will do my best.”
Cypress leaned in close and whispered in his ear, “Good boy.”
God, Tom was definitely hard now.
One by one, the other guests returned, and they were completely transformed. Tom had never seen so much latex and leather, and wow, he was totally shocked. He was probably doing a terrible job of hiding it, but it was impossible not to stare.
Some of the outfits were full bodysuits, others were barely bigger than a handkerchief. A few were modestly styled and yet completely transparent, and there were exposed nipples and butts aplenty.
The energy was warm and exciting, and Tom was finally starting to loosen up. This wasn’t so bad. It was like a really raunchy Halloween party.
He nearly fell off the barstool when he saw Fox, though.
Fox was wearing a studded body harness, leather gloves, and very tight leather shorts. His body was thick and hairy, and Tom found himself transfixed by the metal rings in his nipples.
Perhaps sensing his staring, Fox came over to say hello. He hugged Cypress, clapping him on his back. “Hey. How are you, Shirley?”
Cypress scoffed at the nickname, replying, “I’m good, I’m good. Just gonna be hanging back tonight.”
“Alright,” Fox said, looking to Tom. “And this is your beau, hmm?”
Tom didn’t know if he was supposed to pretend as if they hadn’t met yet. He had no idea what the proper protocol was. “Yeah, uh, I’m Tom.”
“I know,” Fox said with a smirk, shaking Tom’s hand. “Thought I might see you here.”
“Really?” Tom blinked.
“I can’t remember the last time anyone could have used Cypress as an alibi.” Fox’s eyes were full of mischief. “Just saying.”
Tom let himself enjoy the swell of pride from their exchange, smiling when Cypress rested his hand on the back of his neck.
“Easy,” Cypress warned playfully. “Remember, no real-world talk in here, hmm?”
“Hey, man,” Fox teased, “I was making one tiny little harmless observation. That’s all.”
“Totally harmless.” Cypress snorted.
“Well, you gentlemen enjoy your evening,” Fox said. “I’ll catch you later.”
Other guests came up to say hello and introduce themselves, and Tom did his best not to be totally obvious that he felt horribly out of place. Everyone was polite and so very friendly, but it was difficult talking to someone in assless chaps and keeping a straight face.
