While we laughed, my cell phone rang. I glanced and saw it was the ER. I quickly stood and grabbed my trash to throw away.
“Thanks for lunch, James. I’ll keep you in the loop on Josh and Alison,” I said before I jogged inside.
4
Sam
When I pulledinto the Oxygen parking lot, I saw Alison’s little red hatchback but not Josh’s SUV. Alison’s hatchback could probably fit in the back of Josh’s. I always cringe when I see small cars like this on the road with tanks like Josh’s. I’d seen plenty of car accident victims of small, paperweight cars. Safety shouldn’t be exclusive to the well-off.
I’d prearranged a session with a bottom, Daniella, whom I’d played with many times. But on my way over here, I got a text from her that she was under the weather and wouldn’t be able to make it to the club. Once I parked, I replied and told her that we could reschedule for another time and that I hoped she'd feel better soon.
Either way, I was still going inside. I thought this might be the perfect opportunity for me to watch Alison without Josh around. After I checked in, I roamed the main room for a bit and chatted with some friends. Gossip was never welcomed in the circle that I ran in, so I was always able to avoid it. But, today, one of my friends brought up that Oxygen was for sale. As it turned out, Walt was retiring. Walt had been the only owner of the kink club and had decided to begin traveling. I recalled that he had brought up retiring before and kept putting it off. Supposedly, he was serious this time, or at least serious enough to begin searching for a new owner. It was never an option for him to close down the club. There were far too many members who relied on Club Oxygen. Several names of potential owners came up, including James. Any of the gentlemen mentioned had all been longtime members, and all of them would be great leaders and club owners. I wasn’t too concerned over the change in ownership … whenever it happened andifit ever happened.
I excused myself from the conversation with my friends and decided to go check out some play sessions and see if I could find the little brat. Since I visited Oxygen so rarely, I didn’t want to waste the night away talking about the business of the club.
I only had to walk a short distance before I found the fiery little spark. She stood in a bright blue bra with matching panties, lacing her fingers together in front of her. Alison’s jet-black hair was up in a ponytail, and a smile was on her face as she nodded to the gentleman she was talking to. If I didn’t know any better, I’d deduce that her body language and appearance gave her a look of innocence.
But Ididknow better.
And chances were that the guy knew better too. I sat in the nearest wingback chair and observed her negotiation with an experienced Top. The man’s name escaped me at the moment, but I’d seen him here several times. It was clear he had already proposed the type of play session he was looking for, and she had agreed to it.James said she was capable of negotiating on her own, and she wasn’t afraid to speak her mind.
My eyes slid up and down her body. Alison’s body was intoxicating to me. Looking at her ninety percent naked, I knew that physically she could make me very happy. I loved the fact that she felt comfortable in her skin. I’d seen countless bodies, and what society thought was the ideal or average body wasn’t even close to the average body. People tend to think “gym” bodies are the average body, when in actuality it wasn't all that common.
Alison had breasts that would fill my hands, and hips that I could grab without feeling as though I was just grabbing bone with skin pulled over it. Her thighs had pinchable flesh that I could color with my hands and crop. Alison’s bratty ass would be able to take the belt from me, and I began to stiffen in my pants as I imagined her bent over a spanking bench, waiting to be disciplined.
“Are you going to fuck me?” Alison asked the Top.
I raised an eyebrow at her crass tone. The brat in her was coming out and making the cute little outfit and hair style diminish.
Yes, definitely needed a bit of discipline.
As soon as the two of them headed down the corridor to a room, I stood and adjusted myself over my pants and followed. Now that I was behind her, I was able to see those sexy little blue panties were a thong, which left little to the imagination. They slipped into the room that was decorated like a classroom.
The classroom seemed fitting for her tone.
I leaned against the wall opposite the classroom and watched the two of them. Alison had a lot of energy and moved around eagerly. The Top had her write on the chalkboard,I will not ask the Top if he will fuck me, over and over. Alison acted the part of the bratty student very well. She would stop mid-sentence and look down at her nails as if she were bored to death. She received multiple warnings to get her back on target and focus. I realized the misbehaving was part of their negotiated play session, but it seriously wore on my patience. The Top moved the session along by picking up a wooden paddle, bending her over the desk, and giving her thirty swats.
Impressive.
Taking thirty swats from the paddle while counting and not missing a beat or needing to slow down was downright impressive. Those soft cheeks of hers were screaming red. Their session ended, and as they began some aftercare, I went back to the main room. I’d wait for them to finish, and then I would ask her if she was interested in me taking her under my wing.
I was at the bar sipping on a Coke when I heard Alison’s laughter. I slid off my barstool and looked in the direction of her voice. She was talking to another Top, nodding at whatever he was saying. I wasn’t at all familiar with this man and had never seen him here before. But since I rarely had the opportunity to come to Oxygen, the fact that I hadn’t known this man didn’t mean anything. I raised an eyebrow as I watched her walk with him down the corridor.
A second play session?She hadn’t even sat down and relaxed from the first one. Yes, I saw her receive some aftercare, but to jump right into another play session could be a bit much. As I followed, I noticed that her ass was still bright red from the first session. James never would have allowed back-to-back play.
They went into a room that was decorated in dark hues of reds, plums, and lush yellow and gold tones. There was a vintage velvet maroon loveseat with ornate wooden legs in the room, and mock gold dragon statues were open in the back and housed some impact tools.
He had her kneel on a small square toss pillow from the back of the nearby dragon statue while he retrieved a flogger. He sat in front of Alison, and she leaned forward and wrapped her arms around his midsection.
Mmm, that ass of hers was still bright red. It looked more than irritated and chapped. Even from where I was standing, I could see areas of darker red blotches and even some broken blood vessels.
The Top lightly flicked the flogger forward, letting the tails gently fall against her back. It appeared to be a lighter intensity flogger, as it hadn’t made a loud noise when the tails connected with her flesh. The Top seemed content with lightly flogging her back and those red ass cheeks of hers. Each time her ass was flogged, I narrowed my eyes some.
I understood the masochistic desires and need for pain, but as a Top, even though I possessed a sadistic side, I wouldn’t strike someone on top of current marks. I’d like to think that would be common sense, but maybe that was just the physician in me.
“Can you hit any harder?” Alison snapped at the man.
“Excuse me?” the Top questioned. His tone should have been enough to get her to stop, rethink her attitude, and adjust it.
