I go to the bathroom and consider my options and the next thought that comes to mind is Magda. She did invite me to the Firebird last time I saw her… and it has been a very long time.
Maybe I’ll go tonight. Perhaps, I’ll even participate in some of the activities. I doubt I’ll find anything to satisfy this hunger, but that doesn’t mean a midnight snack won’t present itself.
Yeah. Let’s see what the Firebird has to offer, I think as I start the shower.
“Tosha! Welcome back!”
Magda walks up to me, arms wide as I walk through the door and into the underground club. She wraps her arms around me and kisses both cheeks.
“Magda,” I say. “Good to see you again.” I glance around at the club, noting the changes… and she was right. There have been quite a few. Where it used to be an open area with a bar on one side of the room, now there is a main room with a bar and tables for people to relax and the rest has been cordoned off by walls and hallways.
“Would you like a tour?”
I chuckle. “Actually, I think I’d like to do the exploring on my own if you don’t mind.”
“Of course,” she says, nudging me and giving me a sly smile. “Enjoy yourself, Tosha. If you need anything at all or if anyone gives you any trouble, have one of the staff let me know. I’ll take care it.”
“Thank you.”
I walk all the way into the main room. The lighting is low with pink neon lighting creating a sort of haze over everything around me. I walk past a few people sitting at tables. Some are dressed in bondage gear—women in leather and PVC dresses that shine under the pink lights, bare-chested men and women with collars attached to metal chains that their masters are holding while they kneel at their feet.
Kat would never come here with me. In fact, she found all of this strange and disturbing. I can’t count how often I had to hold myself back when I was fucking her.
I order a drink and wander, observing first to get a good lay of the land in this first room. Everyone here is checking one another out, sizing them up for their next encounter. I catch the eye of a couple of submissive women, one of which whispers something to her male dom. They both look at me and smile.
I don’t reciprocate, not that I have anything against threesomes. It’s just not my taste tonight.
I leave the main room to explore other ones. The next hallway leads to several rooms with neon signs above them.Voyeur, Bondage Play, Watersports.I smile to myself at that last sign. That’s new.
The Voyeur room seems to be the perfect place for me to start. This room isn’t too big and thankfully, there aren’t many people here. But everyone is either standing or sitting in a circle around a couple having ardent sex. The man has the woman bent over a stool, his hands on her hips as he fucks her ass with enough force to nearly topple the stool she’s gripping onto for dear life. Bothof them appear to be having the time of their lives, exchanging dirty talk between them.
“Ooh, you dirty fucking slut,” he moans as he grabs a fistful of her hair. He leans into her, growling in her ear. “You like it, don’t you, everybody watching while I fuck your tight little asshole?”
“Yes,” she breathes desperately. “Fuck me harder…yes!”
She’s got a humiliation kink. It’s a hair left of what normally turns me on, but it’s not bad. The woman’s got a nice body and a decent rack. I could get into this…
I spot her across the room. Standing there in a leather mini-skirt and a tight black leather bustier. The outfit is out of place on her, but then again,she’sclearly out of place here.
Her long, red hair is up in a fancy roll, displaying a beautifully graceful neck, and her baby blue eyes are wide with wonder as she watches the show. Her cheeks are flushed, as is part of her chest. She crosses her arms uncomfortably.
What in the world is Natalya Petrov doing here tonight? I make my way through the small throng of people to the other side of the room. I have to know what brought her here, of all places.
“This is no place for a girl like you,” I say as I step up behind her. She starts and turns. The moment she sees me, the pink in her cheeks deepens.
“Anton! I mean, Mr. Romanov! I mean?—”
“Anton. Please. So, what brings you out to the Firebird?”
She opens her mouth to respond, but nothing comes out. She doesn’t have an explanation, it seems. After a second of stammering, she says, “A friend invited me.”
“A friend? Invited you here? I didn’t know you kept such exciting company.”
“Yeah. Well, she’s dating this guy and…” She smiles and lowers her head, giving up on any explanation. “I guess I can’t really blame anyone for my being in a place like this other than me, huh?”
“No,” I say.
She chuckles, her face red. “God, I am so embarrassed right now.”
