'M' is For...

6. Welcome to the Book Club - Part 2

"Hello, my lovely people."

Missy's voice rang clearly through the room. She stood with her back to the kitchen counter, commanding the entire room. Even in a space where everyone came dressed to impress, there was no one who could compete with Missy's presence. She was a queen holding court, and we were all her willing subjects, there to pay our respects.

"Welcome to my little book club." A round of low chuckles and claps greeted this. Missy's lips curved into a smile. "I'll be your Mistress of Ceremonies tonight. You may address me as 'My Lady' or 'My Goddess' as you prefer. For those of you who are new, we have a few house rules. First, try to keep the furniture clean, okay? I don't want to see any jizz or lady spunk over any of the sofas or carpet. We've got plenty of towels around, so use them. Likewise, if you use any of the props, for the love of God, please use the disinfectant wipes afterward. Second—don't be an asshole. Seriously. I invited each and every one of you specifically. Do not disappoint me. If you brought drugs, take them like the responsible adults that you are. If you make yourself stupid, you're out. If you try to slip something to someone without them fully aware of the risks, you're out. Our safeword tonight is 'Chopin.' Don't be shy about using it, okay?

"Third, no photos or videos. Not even of the food. If you've got a phone on you, you have to leave it with Paul at the door. We're about to get up to some debauched shit in here, and I need everyone to know that they are safe." She pointed off down the hall. "I bought enough lube and condoms to stock three pharmacies. They're all in the bathroom. We've also got some in those little baskets you see. You're welcome." Missy paused, surveyed us all. Then she broke into a saucy grin. "Alright, with that said and out of the way...let's get this party started!"

Amid the swell of cheers and hollers, the music blared back on, louder than before. The lights dimmed and someone hit a secondary set of lights that I hadn't noticed until that moment. Positioned in the corners of the room, they slowly pulsed different colors, bathing the room in alternating blues, pinks and greens.

It seemed that this had been the sign that the guests had been waiting for. Conversations became more suggestive, gazes sultrier. Hands began to wander. I turned my head and noticed Kiara had been approached by two preppy-looking men with clean-shaven jaws and perfectly coiffed hair. She smiled flirtatiously and stroked one of their arms, and I sensed that I would not see her again for a while.

"Adrienne?"

Missy walked toward us, the crowd parting before her. Adrienne turned, an answering gleam in her eyes.

"You ready?" Missy asked her.

"Always," Adrienne crooned.

Missy reached toward Thomas. Grasping his hands, she pulled him up to his feet. Her eyes slid in our direction, and when they met mine, her eyes twinkled.

"Mal, you too."

"Ah, okay," I said, then quickly added, "my Lady."

I followed Missy and Adrienne as Missy led Thomas toward the spanking bench. Missy stopped Thomas right by the bench, and together, Missy and Adrienne began to undo the buttons to Thomas's shirt. As Missy got started on the zipper to his jeans, Adrienne pulled open his shirt, baring his torso. She slowly ran her hands over his smooth chest.

A few people had gathered around us to watch. I could tell Missy was enjoying herself as she dragged Thomas's jeans down, and with it his boxer briefs, freeing his half-erect penis. She carelessly discarded the clothing on the floor and reached up to grab his crotch.

"Getting hard already," Missy murmured, her eyes rising up to meet Thomas's. He gazed back down at her, mesmerized, his cheeks showing the first flush of his arousal. Without looking away, Missy said, "Adrienne, his shirt..."