Josie tried to take it all in but everywhere she looked, people were laughing, chatting together, and along the perimeter of the room were the play stations.Those stations were crowded with groups of people watching scenes.
She saw a woman tied to a spiderweb made out of rope on a frame, two women flogging a man tied to a bondage table.By the wall, she caught sight of a woman tied to an X cross.
“Let’s get something to drink.”
She grabbed tightly to his hand, her head swimming with sensory overload.
A half-naked man in suspenders almost bumped into her, followed by a tall woman in a latex suit chasing him, brandishing a crop in the air.
Josie smiled so hugely her cheeks hurt.She loved being here in the throng of people.The soft moans echoing from all different areas of the club, mingling into the background noise.
At the bar, Ares asked for tonic water.
“Josie?”
She scanned the menu.“A blueberry mocktail please.”
“Coming right up,” the bartender said.To the left of the bar, a table was set up with food, including the pastries and cookies she had prepared.
“Anything catching your eye?We don’t have to play.We could watch.”Ares’s breath tickled her neck as he spoke against her ear.
The crowd vibrated with laughter, the hum of conversation buzzed, but all Josie cared about was how good Ares felt behind her, like he was shielding her from the room’s noise.
She sipped her drink, set it down, then met his green eyes.“I want to dive right in before I lose my nerve.Can we move from here?”
“They have private rooms we could go to.”Ares took her arm.They stopped by the stage.
A short man with a shaved head dressed in a Santa suit on stage, doing something to a woman who was tied up involving glass cups.
Josie sipped her drink, watching the crowd, seeing how everyone was happy.
It gave her a thrill to be there.
Nobody was paying attention to her.Nobody cared about her cane.
“I want to play out here.”she squeezed Ares’s hand.
“Let’s do that.Do you know what you’d like?We could do more rope or I have lots of other sensory tools in my bag.”
“I want to do something I’ve never done before,” Josie said, then she blushed.The words seemed so immature to her.
In the crowd, she caught sight of Cecilia, locking lips with Layla on the sofa in the corner.She tried to channel some of Cecilia’s confidence.
“What about wax play?”Ares massaged her shoulders.She could stay here all night, watching the scene onstage, letting this man ease her aches.
“Does dripping wax hurt?”
“Everyone’s body is different.I have candles that are specially made for wax play in my kit.They burn at lower temperatures than your regular every day candles.The higher I hold the candle, the more time the wax has to cool off before making contact with your skin.If you want to try it, we’ll go slow.If you are uncomfortable, we’ll end the scene.”Ares cupped his palm against her cheek.“What do you think?”
Josie swallowed.Her heart pounded against her chest.“I think I want to be covered in hot wax.”
Ares chuckled; the heat of his breath sent shivers down her spine.“How do you want to feel?”
A half-naked woman with tinsel in her hair bumped past Josie.Two men, one wearing a reindeer hat, grabbed the woman lifting her up off her feet.
“Naughty elf, you can’t get away from us!”
“Help!I’ve been captured by the reindeer!”the woman said, laughing.
