“It’s okay,” I whisper back, even though it’s definitely not, but I know this isn’t his fault.
“You’re not even going to offer to buy me a drink?” Jasmine pouts exaggeratedly.
“No, Jasmine,” says Maddox firmly. “As you can see, I’m here with a date. And we were just leaving, right, Madison?”
“Actually,” I say, sounding a lot more confident than I feel, “I don’t think so. Wanna go to the private room again, baby?” I grab Maddox and pull him in for a long, wet kiss that elicits whistles from the guys around us. We break apart, panting and smiling at each other, and the look on Jasmine’s face is priceless.
“Whatever,” she spits. “I didn’t realize this was a nasty college hookup bar. Come on…you,” she says, pointing randomly to one of the guys behind her and dragging him out of the bar with her.
The bartender finally returns with our drinks, and Maddox hands me mine, his eyes shining with admiration. “That was…amazing!” he says, clinking his glass against mine and taking a drink. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
“Are you?” I shrug and casually stir my cocktail, even though I’m still a bit shaken. “I’m not going to let her ruin our night.”
“Me neither. Just forget about her. I already have,” he says, leaning in to kiss me again. This time I taste whiskey on his breath from his drink.
“Shall we go in?” I ask, gesturing toward the door to the side of the bar that leads to the rest of the club.
“Sure,” he grins, taking my hand that isn’t clutching my drink. We pass through the door into the next room, which is just as I remember it from last time. Lots of plush seating everywhere, with groups of people mingling and talking.
“This is the meeting room, right?” I whisper to Maddox.
“Yeah… But we’re not trying to meet anyone, so we can skip this part, don’t you think?” he says, squeezing my hand.
We exit the meeting room into the hallway with the rows of doors.
“There’s our room,” I say, nodding toward the door with the lips and the light on it, and start to walk toward it.
“Hang on,” says Maddox, pulling me back. “Don’t you want to walk around a little bit first?”
I do, but I don’t really want Maddox looking at other women. He sees the skepticism on my face and laughs. “Come on, I want to see your face…to watch you when you see some of the stuff here. It turns me on to see you turned on,” he assures me.
I can’t believe this is Maddox saying these things to me, that I’m here with Maddox of all people at a sex club on a Friday night. How can my life have changed so drastically in such a short amount of time?
Emboldened by his words, I show my agreement by leading us into a different room. I didn’t notice the sign on the door, but inside is a woman dressed from head to toe with black leather, with openings only for her eyes, nose, mouth, nipples, and vagina. On the floor in front of her is a naked man, groveling at her feet. A few other couples and a few single men stand around the room, watching.
Metal music is blaring from a speaker in the room, and the woman raises a whip over her head and brings it cracking over the man’s back. It sounds painful but doesn’t appear to leave a mark.
“Say it! Say you’re a pathetic worm!” hisses the woman, clearly enjoying herself.
“I’m…I’m a useless worm!” the man on the floor cries. It’s hard to tell if his moans are of pleasure or pain. The woman cracks the whip again, harder this time, and now there’s a faint pink line left behind where she smacked him.
“A PATHETIC worm! Get it right!” she screams. Then she squats in front of him by his head. “Eat my pussy, you pathetic worm! Even though you don’t deserve it! And don’t stop until I command you to!”
The man begins to lick the woman right at the opening in her crotch while she balances on her high-heeled boots, still squatting over him. She continues to whip him while she starts to moan.
I’m both embarrassed and excited by this. It’s so weird to see people having sex in person so close, especially such kinky sex. I look over at Maddox, wondering if he’s turned on by the display in front of us, but he looks unimpressed.
“Not your thing?” I whisper.
“Not really,” he says, smiling ruefully. “I’ve had enough of being bossed around, personally.” He takes my hand and leads me into another room, one that I saw last time with the girls. It’s full of whips hanging from the walls. Someone has selected classical music for the room this time.
There are a few couples, and even one trio, in various states of undress in the room, and several more people looking around but not participating. The whole club seems much more crowded than last time.
Maddox and I stand in front of a couple where the man has the woman tied to some sort of elaborate metal frame. She is completely naked and exposed, while he remains fully dressed. The woman is older than I am, possibly in her forties, but the man is close to my age.
We watch silently, sipping our drinks and holding hands, while the man selects a whip from the wall. It’s black and made mostly of feathers, with one metal chain buried amid the soft fluff. He trails the feather end across her breasts, making her nipples pucker with excitement.
After teasing her for a while with the feather whip, trailing it down to her pussy and tickling her there with it, the man starts smacking her with it so that the chain part bites into her flesh. She cries out in pain until he goes back to gently stroking her with the feathers, alternating it with sharp slaps of the chain. Finally, he grabs the metal contraption she’s strapped to and turns it. I gasp as I see that it’s a giant wheel, like the steering wheel of a pirate ship. He turns her all the way upside-down so that her face is nearly level with his crotch. Then he unceremoniously drops his pants and starts fucking her mouth ferociously.
And the woman loves it. She’s smiling as she bobs her head back and forth on his penis with gusto. I can’t believe it, but I’m getting incredibly turned on watching this.
I glance up at Maddox, and from the look on his face, he’s enjoying the spectacle too. I guess I should feel jealous or intimidated at the guy I like watching another woman have sex, but somehow it doesn’t bother me. First of all, the woman is older, and not to be rude, but she’s not super attractive. It’s not like it’s Jasmine up there on the wheel. And I know that Maddox is here to experience this with me and that we’re in this together.
“You like this?” I say, more of a statement than a question.
“Do you?” he says, turning away from the action and looking at my face.
“Why don’t we grab some stuff from this room and you can see if I like it?” I say, surprising myself. I don’t want to get naked or do anything in front of strangers, but I’m willing to try out some of these toys with Maddox in private.
“Really?” he says, sounding giddy with excitement.
“Sure,” I say. “You pick some things, I’ll pick some things…and we’ll meet in that private room we were in last time. How does that sound?”
“Fucking amazing,” he says, leaning down to kiss me. “You know, you’re really surprising me, Madison. Scaring off Jasmine like that, and now this. You’re one hell of a woman.”