“Now, now, Bunny, I like to consider myself a fair expert on all things that happen between the legs. So I definitely understand.”
She glanced at her. “Not from my tight pussy’s perspective.”
“So we don’t flirt with them anymore. We find someone else to take for a spin.” Kennedy snorted. “Ira’s got a serious girlfriend now, anyway. They’re so smitten with each other, it’s almost adorable. Hopefully, they won’t be like us old harpies one day.”
It took a few seconds for that to sink into Lara’s ear. “What do you mean, old?”
“Good. She’s listening for once.”
Lara clasped her hands around Kennedy’s arm and nearly nibbled on the bottom of her ear. “Maybe it’syouwho should be listening to me.”
“Shh.” Kennedy patted her knee. “There’s a show starting. We should watch.”
Her gentle voice was the only thing in the world that could placate Lara’s personality. Whether she was wound up in anger or lust, sometimes she needed to come down from her adrenaline-pumping high and remember her place in the world. Right now, that place was being a responsible and socially acceptable woman in a sex club.
That meant giving the stage her rapt attention as a woman in a black silk shirt and trousers stepped up with another attached to a leash.
“This should be good,” Kennedy said, asking for a refill of her drink from a server passing by. “Care to wager about what they do?”
“Always.” Lara bit her lip in anticipation. “Loser has to finger the other right here.”
“Done. What do you wager?”
“I say the one fucks the other within five minutes. They look eager.”
“Five minutes? That quick? You’re on. I give it at least five.” Kennedy held up her wrist and waited for the second hand to hit twelve. “Starting now.”
That didn’t give Lara much leeway. The Domme and her sub were barely set up when Kennedy started her countdown, but there was one thing on Lara’s side.
Both of them were young, not only the sub. Most female subs tended to gravitate toward older, experienced dominants. Certainly, the young Domme may have had plenty of experience in the kink scene so far. I doubt it.That meant Ms. College Domme would constantly be on the verge of losing it.That it?The very thing that made the more experienced dominants in the room attractive.
Discipline.
Experienced partners like Kennedy – hell, like any dominant over thirty in that room – knew how to hold back their need to take their delicate subs. Their discipline was one way to feel immense pleasure. So, all Lara had to count on was this young lady getting so excited that she couldn’t help but reward even the brattiest sub with pleasure.
Kennedy sensed this as well the moment the show started. She sighed deeply, resigned to probably losing. Although the watch was ticking…
“The Top’s good looking,” she said wistfully, hand stroking her wife’s knee. “Wouldn’t mind seeing you take her on.”
That was Kennedy’s casual way of suggesting Lara have her turn with a third wheel. A dominant one. “We’ll see how I feel about that soon enough.” To say they used these more explicit shows as a way to shop for playmates was an understatement. Both Lara and Kennedy wanted to see how other people screwed – or, in Lara’s case, see the goods they packed.
Sure enough, the Domme revealed her strap-on of choice in fewer than three minutes.Looks painful. Yet while Lara wasthinking of that thing coming after her poor little pussy – who had never asked for such monstrous decadence, thank you very much – Kennedy likewise crossed her legs. Lara knew exactly what that meant.
Someone’s aroused already.
“If this chick can hold on two more minutes, darling, I’ll take care of you.”
“I know you will, Bunny.”
She kissed Lara’s hand as the Domme spanked the sub, pulled down her bust, and fondled her modest breasts.Wouldn’t mind getting a taste of that right now. Whether from Kennedy or someone else while her spouse watched… that didn’t matter.
“How long do you think they’ve been together?” Lara asked. She couldn’t believe it had been more than a few months. These two were too young to have a longstanding Domme/sub relationship. Not like her and Kennedy. “I would guess three months, tops.”
“Five weeks.”
“That’s specific.”
“Long enough to get acquainted with her body, but short enough to still need to learn. Took me six weeks before I was able to keep from shaking in nerves around you, Bunny.”
