It wasn’t as if she’d never heard the Rolling Stones song before, but somehow it sounded new coming from the burly bouncer. The words struck something deep inside her, but she couldn’t put her finger on exactly what it was.
He opened his eyes. “Ruby.” He fell silent, as if singing the rest of the song in his head. Then, “House rules. Don’t intrude on anyone’s scene. In case you don’t know, a scene is anywhere someone is actively playing. If someone asks you to join him or her in a scene, feel free. You’ll find cleaning supplies at stations set up at various locations inside. Please sterilize any equipment you use. Safe sex is up to you, but you’ll find condoms located throughout the premises.”
Ruby put a hand to her belly. The thought of sex with a person who wasn’t Mark made her stomach turn. She coughed. “Um, we don’t plan on having sex with anyone.” She was just here to support Meg and check out her options. Meg had been right—it was time to move on and embrace her sexuality.
He sucked deeply on his cigarette. “Well, in case you change your mind, you know the rules. If anyone gets too close to you, you just come and get me and I’ll take care of it.”
“Thank you.” She eyed the man’s tattooed hands. They looked quite capable of taking care of any troublemakers.
“That’ll be twenty dollars.”
“It’s on me.” Meg reached into her purse and handed him the money. After pocketing the bills, Rich slid off the stool and held the door open. “In you go, girls. Have fun.”
Ruby’s heart hammered as they stepped inside. After checking their coats, she and Meg began to wander through the mazelike setup. The lights were very low, and electronic music played from hidden speakers.
The warehouse had been set up in such a way that partitioned-off sections were devoted to different themes. Each room seemed to be dedicated to a separate fantasy. They passed a medieval torture chamber, a jail cell, a hotel bed. They passed a man chained to an X-shaped cross. He was on the receiving end of spanking being delivered with gusto by a brunette in garter belts who was an obvious transvestite.
“Oh, look!” Meg said, pointing at a sign. “Flogging lesson starting in ten minutes! Wanna go with me?”
“Do you mind if I take a look around instead?” Ruby’s pulse had begun to buzz, the sexual energy of the place seeping into her system, rushing through her. She found herself curious to explore, to see everything in the club.
“Of course not. Just don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” Meg said with a wink and tottered off to learn how to whip her husband.
The music beat a steady rhythm, and Ruby found her confidence going up as she made her way through the crowd. She could do this. Chin lifted, she continued on through the space.
But she stopped when a particular scene caught her eye. A naked man lay strapped to a table. He was shorter than Mark, but his body was tight and muscular. His skin was olive-toned, and his hair was golden, everywhere. His prick sprang from a blond thatch of pubic hair.
A thin woman holding a candle walked around the man’s supine form, watching him intently. Finally, she stopped at the head of the table and raised the candle high above the man’s chest. Slowly, so slowly Ruby found herself holding her breath, the woman tilted the tall votive and let the hot wax spill onto the man’s nipples. Ruby’s own nipples tightened as she watched the man gasp and squirm. Ruby had never experienced anything like it herself, yet she could almost feel the molten heat on her own breasts. Her pussy throbbed as she imagined how the hot wax would feel hitting her body.
But strangely, it was the woman she envied. She imagined what it would be like to strap a man down, to make him gasp.
The woman walked around the table as she held the candle over the man’s now-writhing body. She painted his ribs, his chest, and his stomach with the melting wax. The group of observers watched quietly, all eyes fixated on the way the domme could bring her subject to such an obvious state of arousal with a simple candle.
Ruby felt her own sex dampen as sweat beaded under her breasts. Thinking of Mark, she wondered if he’d ever done anything like this. Or had it done to him.
She looked away. With a deep breath, she went on through the party, watching an assortment of sexual scenarios unfurl. She hadn’t expected the party to be so shocking, so bold. To her left a man stood, stroking his exposed cock as he watched two women rub their breasts together. To her right a man wearing a G-string and a dog collar licked water out of a bowl. The place smelled like sex and lube and leather, and it thrilled her even as it scared her.