“Flesh that your gross hands will never touch,” I replied and reached for the door handle.
“No man wants to touch you. I offered, though.”
“Sure, Shane,” I said with sarcasm and nodded condescendingly.
“What did you say, brat?”
“Oh, I said, ‘Sir Shane.’ As in goodnight.”
With his icy stare, he remained quiet, as if he were considering if what I really said was “Sir Shane.”As fucking if. But let him think that. I pulled open the door and walked into the humid, but peaceful, women’s locker room. Before the door closed behind me, I heard him call me a cunt. I rolled my eyes.Please.
I loved the women’s locker room because I could always get into a great mindset for an evening. There were usually some women lightly playing or fondling one another, and it was easy to see someone naked. It was almost a given that I could get aroused visually in here.
After the verbal altercation with the pig man, I really needed to take a few minutes and calm down before Sam arrived. I could faintly hear some soft moans a short distance away from where my locker was located, but even I knew it wasn’t polite to stare.
Before I opened my locker, I pulled my phone from my bag. It was 6:35, and Sam was going to be in the main room at 7:00. I had time to relax and get the gross pig man out of my head. I put the phone back in the bag and hung the strap over the hook in the back of my locker.
Sam told Josh and I to wear whatever we were comfortable wearing tonight, so I planned on stripping down to my bra and thong. Josh better not have worn that red jockstrap. He had such a sexy body, but he did so many dorky things. I understood why he got along so well with Brandon.
I sat down on the bench and leaned over to unzip my boots. My hair fell along the side of my face, shielding my eyes. I took my time unzipping the boots so I could glance to my side through the strands of hair to see what the two women were doing.
Mistress Tabitha was sitting on the bench getting her pussy licked by a woman kneeling in front of her. Sounds of her soft moans made their way over to me while I took my boots off as I focused on them. Tabitha had her hand on the back of another woman’s head, guiding her how she wanted to be licked. It was difficult for me not to stare as I stood to take off my jeans. I tried to pull my attention to what was directly in front of me because I thought it would look bad to already have a soaked pussy when I saw Sam.
My fingertips rubbed along the thin silk fabric of my panties after I pulled my jeans off. Even through the silk, I noticed that my lips were puffy and pouty. Mmm, I hoped Sam would use his crop on me again. I’d never been as turned on by sensation play as much as I had with Sam. I was eager to see what else he might surprise me with. I tapped my middle finger against the panties repeatedly to see if I could tell how wet I was.Oh yeah, pretty wet.
I was going to be a wet mess by the time Sam got to me if I didn’t stop watching Tabitha and that woman. But damn, it was so hard to keep my eyes from roaming back to them. I loved having a woman lick me. To me, they ate pussy better than men did since they knew exactly how everything felt down there. Of course, there were exceptions to that generalization. James knew how to eat pussy. Then again, James did everything with precision. I had a good feeling about Sam too, and I was dying to experience his pussy-eating skills.
“Mmm,” Tabitha moaned. “You’re such a good pussy-eating slut,” she praised the woman.
“Thank you, Mistress Tabitha,” the woman mumbled.
Fuck, I had to get out of the locker room now. I pulled off my tank top and put it in the locker with my jeans and boots before shutting the metal door. I kept my eyes focused on the tiled floor as I made my way to the door.
Out in the hallway, the air was noticeably dryer and more comfortable to breathe. I headed toward the main room, which was where I was supposed to meet Sam. Ugh, and Josh. I scanned the room but didn’t see Sam yet, but I found Josh. He was sitting alone on a loveseat that faced the entrance. He saw me, held his hand up, and waved at me.
“Hey, short stuff,” Josh said as I sat beside him.
“I’m five-seven. Hardly short,” I said. I picked up on my tone and took a deep breath.
“You’re shorter than I am. Therefore, you’re short.”
I sighed and rolled my eyes.
“You’re six foot something. Not a lot of women are that tall.”
“Thus, short.”
I let out a frustrated sigh and crossed my arms and then anchored my right leg over my left. My foot dangled and expressed my annoyance with tonight. First it was pig man, and now Josh was being … well, Josh.
“Whatever,” I huffed.
“Are you ready for Dr. Discipline?” Josh asked, focusing on tonight.
I’m ready for anything from the delightful doctor.
“I hope Sam can create the sting just like James could.”
“You’re such a little masochist,” Josh said as he chuckled. “What do you think his favorite impact tool is?”
