She brushes past me, and when we get to the door, I hold it open for her to enter.
We walk into the large space filled with patrons. All the women are wearing some type of lingerie, and the men aremostly in boxers or silk shorts like me, except I opted for a robe, knowing Liana would too, and I didn’t want her to feel uncomfortable being the only one.
“Shall we get a drink?” I ask, and she nods back to me.
“Words,” I remind her.
Her eyes dart to mine. “Yes, please,” she says.
Taking her hand, I lead her to the bar against the wall. “Champagne, okay?”
“Champagne is great.”
She turns around and leans against the bar, gazing out into the crowd while I wait for our drinks.
When the bartender hands me the two champagne flutes, I thank her, then turn around and hand one to Liana.
She takes it, but her gaze is still pinned on the people passing by us.
The club is large, and there’s a good amount of people here, but it doesn’t feel crowded.
A woman in a black latex outfit passes by us with a man attached to a leash and a ball gag in his mouth while he crawls behind her.
Liana’s eyes widen, and she takes a large sip of her champagne. I can only imagine what she’s thinking.
Taking her hand, I say, “Let’s go take a look around.”
She takes another large sip of her drink as we make our way around the room. There are people making out on couches, so damn enamored with each other you’d assume they’d be fucking if it weren’t for the rule against it.
When we get to the stage, there’s a woman strapped to a bondage wheel. She’s naked, with nipple clamps on and a dildo getting shoved in and out of her pussy by a machine while several onlookers watch from the crowd.
There’s a man on stage with her, controlling the machine, and when he increases the speed, she cries out for more.
Liana stares intently at the scene before us. Her eyes are wide, but not in concern. She looks mesmerized by what’s happening.
The woman’s moans get louder, and when I turn my attention back to the scene in front of us, the man has moved to stand beside her so he can work his finger over her clit.
Liana’s eyes haven’t left the couple on stage. Her lips are parted as she holds the brim of her empty champagne flute to her mouth. Her breaths come out quick, perspiring the edge of her glass.
She’s turned on.
There’s a gleam in her eyes as the woman’s cries get louder. It doesn’t take long before she’s crying out in ecstasy.
Liana’s chest rises with each shallow breath she takes. She’s so taken with everything that’s happening to that woman, and I have to admit it’s a fucking turn-on to me, hardening my cock as I watch her.
Once the scene is done, I squeeze Liana’s hand, getting her attention.
She snaps her gaze to mine as if she forgot where she was. “Sorry, I, um…”
“Why’re you apologizing?”
“I just… I kind of spaced out there.”
She averts her eyes, and a blush creeps over her skin.
I place my finger under her chin and shift it back in my direction. “Hey, don’t do that. You don’t need to be embarrassed over what’s going on here or how your body is reacting. Take a look around, Liana. Everyone is here to fulfill a fantasy they have. There’s nothing wrong with getting turned on by watching another woman get off.”
“I… I just have never experienced anything like this before, and I’m not sure how to…”
