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**- Chapter 10: Sydney -**
*What the fuck am I doing? This is gonna be so awkward!* I don’t know why I agreed to join Tracy and her roommates. I’d hung out with her once outside of work, briefly met Kelly, and never met her other roommates, and now we’re all gonna watch people fuck. *This is gonna be so awkward!*
Ever since agreeing to go, I’d considered bailing out many times, but every time I saw Tracy in the office or began composing a text I told myself to just go; it’ll be different and fun. Now, standing in front of my closet trying to decide what someone wears to a live sex show, I was starting to panic. I was no prude – the idea of a live sex show didn’t freak me out or anything – and the idea of seeing Kelly was exciting. Tracy said he was single and they didn’t have anything going on, but I could sense some hesitation there. Also, according to her, things were “complicated” with him. *Whatever that means*. Either way, Kelly seemed like a fun, interesting guy to spend an evening with, and if the roommates were anything like Tracy and Kelly, they were also gonna be fun to hang with.
Taking a deep breath – confirming to myself that I wasn’t gonna bail at the last minute – I pulled out a simple pair of black jeans and a white crochet halter crop top. Nothing fancy or expensive, but the jeans made my ass look great and the top showed off my toned arms, shoulders, and abs. *I may as well show off the fruits of my surfing labors.* One good thing about having small boobs was not having to wear bras, and no matter what the deal was with Kelly, I wanted to test his interest.
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“Sydney!” Tracy yelled, waving me over to their booth. *Damn, she’s beautiful*, I wondered as I scooted past tables to get to the back corner of the cocktail lounge. She was wearing a similar outfit as mine – worn blue jeans and a white tank top. However, she was wearing some heels that made her even taller. With her height and her amazingly wild hair, she looked like a powerful Amazon. I’d fooled around with a girlfriend in school – just drunken making out and groping – but never had any other attraction to women, until I met Tracy. She was just so confident and strong, and the way she looked at me made me think she wanted to devour me. She was my bi-curious aphrodisiac.
Tracy squeezed me in a tight embrace, her large breasts pressed tight to me. Pulling back, she grinned, “I’m so glad you came. I thought you might not.”
“Honestly, I considered it, but then I said what the hell,” I admitted while shrugging my shoulders.
Tracy beamed, “Yeah, what the hell! It’ll be an experience.” She turned, “Meet my roommates. You already know Kelly.”
He scooted out of the booth, stood, and gave me a friendly hug. Kelly looked great. Also not wearing anything fancy, but his button down shirt fit perfectly and highlighted his hazel eyes. “Good to see you again,” he said. Over his shoulder I saw the dark haired roommate scowl. It was very slight, but it was most definitely there. *Hmm, maybe she’s the complication?*
Kelly sat and Tracy gestured to the strawberry blonde, “This is Charlie.”
Charlie was seated in the back of the booth, so she just leaned over the table. We shook hands and exchanged warm smiles. “It’s a pleasure to meet you,” she said. “Tracy’s told us nothing but good things.” *Yeah, I don’t think Charlie’s the complication.*
I blushed a little at the compliment and turned to Tracy. She winked, then gestured to the last roommate, “And this is Jamie.”
Jamie was seated at the end of the booth, but she didn’t stand, just shook my hand. “Hi Sydney. Glad you could make it,” she said with a smile, however there was no warmth behind her eyes.
“Slide in next to Kelly,” Tracy instructed. As much as I wanted to sit next to him, with Jamie across the table – not sitting next to Kelly – I was hoping to sit on the end, next to Tracy. But I did as told. Thankfully, as soon as I sat everyone broke into friendly, jovial banter. It was obvious they were a tight-knit crew, but they all made sure to make me feel like I was part of the gang. Tracy was her usual self – loud in an endearing way, Charlie was bubbly and giggly, Kelly was calm, cool and collected, and Jamie was sharp-witted and brash. She constantly rolled her eyes at Tracy and smirked at me when I did the same. The ladies playfully flirted with Kelly, but I could tell that they just liked to make him squirm in embarrassment. However, he took it all in stride and gave as good as he got. After two strong cocktails we were all loud, loose, and ready to see someone get fucked.
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Jamie and I would’ve walked right past the entrance if the others weren’t in front of us on our walk over. I was surprised when Jamie was the one that attached herself to me once we left the bar, but it seemed like she made a point of doing so. She walked slower than the other three, whether that was on purpose to isolate me, or because she was so much shorter than everyone and walked slower. My intuition told me it was the former. Jamie was friendly in what I’d surmised was her natural demure manner. She’d asked many questions about myself, not detailing much of herself. However, when I explained I was from a large family, and we’re very close, and it was difficult living so far away from them, her expression lightened and said it was the same for her – my family in Florida and hers in New York. When I said I’m the only girl in the family, with four older brothers, she chuckled but didn’t say anything. I wasn’t comfortable enough with her to ask why she’d laughed, so I just continued saying that my brothers were the ones that taught me how to surf.
“This is it?” I asked, looking up to a nondescript warehouse building. Every warehouse front in this neighborhood looked identical – in that they all looked like warehouses.
“Yup,” Tracy confirmed. “The kind of sex clubs Cammi goes to don’t publicity advertise.” Tracy rang the buzzer and a voice immediately crackled through the intercom asking for the password. Tracy answered something – I wasn’t really paying attention, all I could think about was that this is how horror movies begin – young, horny coeds enter a warehouse never to be seen again. The door buzzed loudly and Tracy pulled it open, looked back at us, and gave a wide grin even the Cheshire Cat would be impressed by. “Let’s get freaky,” Tracy growled. Kelly, Jamie and I were silent, but Charlie giggled and rushed through the door behind Tracy.
I looked at Kelly as I entered – he held the door open for me, *Like a gentleman*, I couldn’t help but think – and he raised his eyebrows, silently relaying, “I can’t believe I’m here either.” I returned the expression and followed Jamie into an erotic wonderland or… Or to my own demise. Preceding down the hallway, a woman wearing a black eye mask handed me an identical eye mask and a numbered tag, then held out a basket for my phone. *Obviously, the serial killer doesn’t want us to call the cops*, I half-jokingly, half-frighteningly told myself. A large bald man in a black suit, also wearing an eye mask, told me to put my mask on. Once it was secured he pulled open a red velvet curtain.
The main event space was clearly an old industrial warehouse. However, the transformation into an erotic theater turned it into a very intimate setting. All the walls were covered by floor to ceiling red velvet drapes with dozens of gothic floor candelabras lining the perimeter, giving the space a very *Eyes Wide Shut* ambiance. Theater style lighting projected soft pink and white spotlights onto the middle of the room. There was one row of seats in a squared-off U-shape, all seats facing center stage. The spotlights illuminated a single padded bench, which was on top of what looked like a giant circular Lazy Susan. The room was eerily quiet, the only noise coming from the attendees’ soft whispers.
For a minute or two I just stood immediately past the curtain entrance, drinking in the scene. Tracy softly called out to me – everyone was wearing masks, but there was no mistaking Tracy’s hair. She waved me over and padded the seat next to her. Kelly followed me and sat on my other side with Charlie and Jamie book-ending our group. I glanced to my right to see Kelly and Jamie gazing around in awe. I turned to my left to see Tracy and Charlie doing the same. *Well, we’re all in this together*, I wondered and relaxed into my seat.
Before long, a tall woman wearing stilettos so high I couldn’t believe she didn’t fall down, and a blood-red latex corset strode out from behind the back curtain. Her long red hair, the same color as her corset, tied into a ponytail, swished powerfully back and forth with every stride. She, like everyone else, wore an eye mask, but hers was elegant, lace, and, of course, blood-red. Voluptuous breasts spilled over the top of her corset, and once she walked under the lights it was clear she was nude from the waist down. Tracy squeezed my thigh and beamed from behind her mask. I wide-eyed beamed back at her. *This is fucking exciting!* I wondered as my heart began to pump faster. In a sultry, powerful voice, the woman proclaimed, “Welcome to my Palace of Pleasure and Pain! We have two excellent slaves prepared to entertain you filthy vermin this evening. Before we bring them out, here are my rules while you’re in my dungeon. First, do not talk to or touch the slaves, nor my dungeon masters. Second, quiet conversion among yourselves is permitted, but keep it to a minimum. Third, pleasuring yourself or your neighbor, WITH THEIR CONSENT!” she yelled while smacking her thigh hard with a riding crop I hadn’t noticed she was holding. She continued but only after leering at every audience member, “… is permitted, but do not distract others from the main show.” I turned towards Tracy, but instead noticed Charlie biting her lip. *This one is clearly into BDSM*. “The show will begin in a few minutes,” the dominatrix concluded and returned from where she came from.
The lights flashed bright for just an instant, then a crack of thunder jolted everyone to attention. The dominatrix reappeared and led a completely naked man, save the gimp hood over his head, out by a leash around his collared neck. She whipped his ass, demanding him to, “Lie down.” He mumbled something behind his mask, but the mouth zipper was closed. “What did you say, slave?” she yelled and whipped his chest, then unzipped the mask.
“Yes, Mistress,” he exhaled and laid on the bench. Another woman appeared from behind the curtain, wearing the same outfit as the dominatrix, just in black instead of red. I assumed the new woman was younger – her tits less voluminous, yet still large, and her ass firmer. She carried a tray with numerous items placed upon it. The gimp laid with his crotch towards us and I observed that his penis was flaccid and rather small. Immediately after I ogled him the Mistress smacked his balls, eliciting a cry of pain from the gimp.
The next twenty minutes consisted of the gimp being forced to eat both the woman’s pussies, get candle wax dripped on his torso and legs, him constantly being smacked and whipped, all the while pleading and begging for more. The display was definitely not what I liked in my bedroom, but it was entertaining nonetheless. The performance was terrific, especially because it was in fact a giant Lazy Susan and the bench was spun periodically, allowing all audience members to see every angle. The most fascinating part to me was watching his cock slowly engorge as his pain increased. From time to time I peered around the audience and noticed many people openly masturbating, men and women alike. That was more erotic than the center stage action. None of the four roommates were masturbating, just watching in awe, all of us occasionally turning to each other to smirk and giggle. The climax consisted of the Mistress fucking the gimp in the ass with a strap-on while Mistress’ helper stroked him to orgasm. When the strap-on first appeared, all the roommates audibly chuckled to themselves, except Kelly, who stared straight ahead, silent. After the gimp thanked the Mistress one final time, she led him behind the curtain, her strap-on cock bouncing between her legs.
Some of the audience silently stood and left the way we came in, most of them men from what I could tell. Then another flash and roar of thunder. Mistress reappeared, absent her strap-on but again leading a naked slave by a leash. The slave was a short dark haired woman. She was wearing an eye mask, however hers didn’t have any eye holes. The slave was lead to the bench and Mistress positioned her on all fours, then each limb was strapped down. Once restrained, Mistress stood back against the far wall to observe as two large naked masked men came from behind the curtain. Both of them fully erect, and thick as tree trunks. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Jamie lean over and whisper something in Kelly’s ear. It seemed intimate so I didn’t look over to see Kelly’s reaction. Instead I looked over to Charlie and she had her legs spread, hand disappearing up her sundress. *BDSM confirmed, but she likes being submissive*. Tracy saw me ogling, and her smile confirmed she was thinking, or already knew, the same thing.
The two masters took turns slapping the slave’s ass, face and breasts, twisting her nipples, shoving their cocks in her mouth, calling her a slut and whore. The slave never made a sound except for the choking and coughing that ensued after a throat fucking. At some point there was no mistaking Charlie’s squirming in her seat and her soft, yet audible moaning. I leaned over and whispered in Tracy’s ear, “You ever have two guys before?”
She shook her head, whispering back, “No, but I want to now.” It was subtle, but having leaned over I noticed Tracy’s hand was in her crotch rubbing away. Before I sat back Tracy whispered, “I’ve had threesomes, but it was always two girls, one guy.” She winked at me, then turned her attention back to the action. I sat back and put my hand between my legs, rubbing my thighs together. *A threesome with Tracy and Kelly would be fucking insane*, I gladly admitted to myself.
When one of the slave masters finally sank his cock into the slave’s pussy I heard Jamie give a guttural moan. I instinctively turned towards the sound and Jamie was looking right at me, then her eyes drifted down to Kelly’s crotch. My eyes followed hers to see that she was rubbing his erection over his jeans. *Is she marking her territory?* Likewise, Kelly’s hand was pressed firmly on Jamie’s mound. *Whelp, I guess that answers that question*. As soon as I finished that wondered Jamie reached over, took my hand, and placed it on Kelly’s bulge. A burst of heat flowed from my hand to my pussy. He wasn’t as thick as the slave masters’ – not many men are, but it was hard, long, and wonderful. I watched, somewhat paralyzed by the scenario, as Jamie rubbed his cock using my hand. When her hand left I continued my groping, looking up to Jamie’s smiling face. She kissed the air and placed her hand on top of Kelly’s hand in between her thighs. I slowly tilted my head back, butterflies in my stomach, feeling like a teenager giving her first handjob, to see Kelly’s reaction. He was looking at me, my shock reflected in his eyes, but he slowly slid his non-occupied hand to my thigh. *We’ve come this far, let’s fully embrace the moment*. I nodded my agreement to his unsaid request, and he firmly squeezed his way up to my mound. I knew my panties were soaked through but I thought if I’d soaked into my jeans. His strong fingers pushed right onto my clit. He gave me a devilish grin, sending another burst of heat through me. My eyes rolled back into my head, my orgasm building like a runaway train.
A loud grunt from a slave master jolted me back to the show, and the other master, his cock in the slave’s mouth, growled, “Yes, take his load in your pussy. You like that, don’t you whore.” The slave remained silent. Master one stepped back, and master two took his place, thrusting his cock into her cum-filled hole. At that point the slave was facing us and just from her mouth I understood how much the giant cock painfully stretched her, yet sent her into erotic heaven. By then soft moans were coming from both sides of me, to which I added my own. Kelly’s bulge was damp under my hand, but I didn’t know if he had cum, or was just a combination of his precum and my sweaty palm. Either way he was still rock hard and jostling his hips.
Master two growled like a rabid dog when he unloaded into the slave. She still hadn’t made a sound. I don’t know if she orgasmed at all, or was orgasming continually the entire time. *Given what she’s gone through, I would have yelled and screamed from cumming over and over again*. The Mistress finally moved from her position, smacked master two in the chest with her crop, and barked, “Leave us.” She bent down, face-to-face with her slave, and said tenderly, yet loud enough for the audience to hear, “You have been a perfect slut. Now you can cum.” *Fuck, she wasn’t allowed this whole time!* The Mistress then spun the Lazy Susan around, giving everyone a chance to see her pussy dripping the two huge loads of cum she was pumped full of.
The grand finale was the slave screaming in ear piercing ecstasy, her orgasm erupting when the Mistress sucked the cum from her cunt. I joined the slave and loudly moaned as my climax rolled over me, not caring at all that I was cumming from a guy I barely knew, nor that I was cumming amongst dozens of strangers.
NSFW: yes
