Ladies' Night - Done with Vanilla (Short Story - Erotica)

Part 2

     They entered the main club floor. Sexually charged music with a dark tone filled the ballroom. The lights were dim to assure maximum dark corners for people to linger. Dommes, Dominatrixes, Fem Doms, whatever label they preferred ran the club tonight.

On the right side of the room was a lounge area. Two older women, still rocking latex body suits, sipped martinis. One of the women had her spiked heels propped up on the back of a scrawny man who was on his hands and knees before her. He was about half her age wearing latex shorts and a black skintight hood that covered his entire head except for a hole cut for his mouth.

Center stage held spotlight to several play spaces. Two x-shaped structures, called St. Andrew's crosses, were on either side of the area. Sturdy rings were bolted into all four limbs of the crosses. Several benches of various heights were scattered in the large play area, a few had men strapped to them while their Mistresses whipped them with floggers and various whips.

On the other side of the room were a few side rooms for other play styles, and a staircase leading up to the private play spaces.

Overwhelmed, Lydia took in the entire club at once. She'd heard of kink clubs but had never ventured out into public like this before. She turned to where Jess had been standing, only to find her friend dragging her Viking to the center stage, B-lining it for one of the unclaimed crosses.

Lydia smirked and rolled her eyes, turning to the man standing silently beside her. She found his gaze waiting for hers. Lydia clenched her teeth and took a beat to collect herself. She had expected to enjoy the party as a spectator, with maybe a little play, but now all she wanted was to sneak off into a private place and lock the door until the club closed. The key was heavy in her hand. She slipped it into his pocket.

"Go to the room and make sure everything is laid out for my choosing. Leave the door unlocked when you are done," She reached into her purse and retrieved a silk handkerchief. She placed it in his hand and leaned in close to whisper the rest, "I want you blindfolded and on your knees waiting when I get there. You have ten minutes."

The pull of a sly smile on his face made Lydia's stomach flutter. She wanted to drag him into a corner and have him now. She fought off the urges and playfully smacked his butt. "Tick-tock," she said. He tucked the handkerchief into his pocket and walked toward the stairs. She watched him leave, admiring his ass in his suit pants, and his confident stride.

Ten minutes feels like nothing, until every cell in your body is aching to tear off a gray button up, and taste every inch of a sculpted body. Lydia shook out her arms, trying to release some of the nervous energy. "Calm down, calm down, calm down," she whispered to herself. Turning back to the center stage area, Jess had her partner of the night up on a cross. His wrists and ankles cuffed to the bolted rings. He was grinning wickedly at her as she tickled him with what looked like a cat toy, a crop tucked into her belt. She was biting her pointer finger of her free hand, devouring his every move with her eyes. Lydia decided not to interrupt, they would have plenty of time to talk on the drive home.

Lydia made her way up the spiral staircase and down the hall to room seven. She was early by at least five minutes. Leaning her ear up to the door she listened to any sounds. The room was silent. She placed her hand on the lever style handle, the metal cold on her skin. She waited another minute while her pulse rocketed with anticipation, and then pushed down the handle. She took an assertive step into the dimly lit room. A figure was knelt down in the dark; She grinned.

The door closed behind her with a heavy thunk!

She removed her hip length jacket and hung it on an old-fashioned coat rack. Taking her time while her eyes adjusted. The overhead light was a few clicks above off, making shadows fill the corners of the room. A large four-post bed sat in the center of the back wall, familiar rings bolted all over the wood frame. On the right wall was a long flat desk with a large, antique oil-lamp. A St. Andrew's cross stood in the back left corner of the room, and a plush chair to the front left.