Jasmine wisps of smoke filled the room, as requested. The scent was always reserved for special occasions, so as not to make the perfume mundane in her own private moments. However, the conical incense burned at each corner of the room. Andrea inspected every bit of the room to ensure it met the core of her fantasy -- she had paid good money for this, and she wasn't about to let the slightest disruption of her vision take away from the night ahead.
The walls were covered in red silk draperies, the floor an aged hardwood. In the center of the room there was a sparse chair with a plain wooden table, finished in the same dark tones as the floor, sitting beside. The floor underneath the chair was layered with a few elaborately decorated rugs in rich crimson.
"I hope everything is exactly as you required, Ms. Bergen?" The concierge managed to enter the room in silence, startling his client when he broke the air, "all specifications are as met, we hope. If there's anything else you need for this fantasy to be fulfilled, please let me know within the next twenty-four hours, and I will do my absolute best to ensure your evening goes as planned."
Andrea blushed a bit, the directness and blasé attitude making her feel a pang of nervousness. "No, everything is exactly as I had pictured it. I'm very pleased."
The concierge acknowledged the compliment with a short nod. "Ms. Bergen will be glad to know that the first choice you selected from the catalog have made themselves available. However, please remember that up to eight members of the club are allowed to be in attendance, including their guests. I trust that has remained acceptable?"
Again, Andrea blushed, but managed to keep her composure. "I am happy to hear that," she said, and began to quickly feel a bit of mastery over her own anticipation, "and of course the audience is all part of the charm."
The concierge allowed an almost imperceptible grin, with his eyes narrowing. He nodded once again, "your itinerary is as follows," and he produced a thick sheet of paper embossed with a midnight ink. "I'll be in contact with you the morning after your event if you require nothing further. I hope you enjoy yourself Ms. Bergen, we thank you for your patronage."
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Mirrors lined two of the four walls, the images crisp and without blemish. Andrea studied herself in her silk robe, admiring the effort she had put into maintaining her body these past three decades. Her body was toned, with careful efforts put into an immaculate tan. Her hair was done simply, but took no less effort; it fell neatly and with perfect straight lines downward, with a straight and perfectly geometric line cutting away at her bangs. The blonde hair, the pride of her own youth and womanhood, shone like a light in the reflection. She dropped the robe, cupping two heavy breasts as the fabric fell. Her nipples were the color of mocha, which made the jewelry she bore even more brilliant. A disc of shimmering gold encircled each stiff peak, with a bar holding them in place. The piercings themselves were linked together with a thin chain of gold, standing out prominently against the tanned hues of her body. As she released her breasts, the dropped ever-so-slightly and shook, rattling the metals that clasped her nipples.
On a rack in this private changing room rested a byzantine system of knots, all done in a deep purple rope. Andrea let her fingers play on the cords of fabric, smooth to the touch and scented with floral oils. The solitary woman picked up the nest of ropes and moved a leg through two well-placed holes. She pulled the entanglement over her shoulders, over her full breasts, and deep against her clit. One knot in the line seemed to envelope her clit, teasing it every time her legs shifted. Already she could feel a rush of warmth between her thighs, her nipples standing out furiously. Her breath reached an increased pace as a knock came at the door.
Without any warning beyond the knock, or any respect for her privacy, a woman walked in. Andrea had seen her in the catalog of participants for the evening, her name was Chloe. The close-cropped red hair was radiant, even in the low light of the dressing room. Her body was encased in a severe leather bodysuit, clinging to each piece of her lithe frame. Her breasts were small, but her thighs and ass were sublimely muscled and spoke volumes of how well she could use her hips.
"Ms. Bergen, welcome. My name is Chloe, and I will be your primary partner for the evening. So far the guest list is full, and nearly everyone has arrived. If you're prepared, we'll go over your safety word and the agreed upon rules for the evening." Her voice was sweet, gentle, and reassuring. Her stony gray gaze belied every mannerism she possessed, her thick lips constantly raising in a smile.
"Please, call me Andrea, and I'm deeply looking forward to this evening."
"There will be time for lack of formalities later," the words seemed harsh, but the tone was playful. "Ms. Bergen, we just want to make sure you're well taken care of to meet your expectations. Rogue was the agreed upon word, does that still work?"
"Yes, and as for the rest of the rules, let's not worry. I'm just excited for the night to start. I'll use my safety word if it gets too wild." Andrea added with a wink: "this isn't my first time in such a circumstance, you know."
"Of course, Ms. Bergen." The smile Chloe gave back had genuine warmth. "Put on this blind and we'll be ready to begin."
In Chloe's hand rested a thick strip of black ribbon. Andrea took the strip, tied it around her eyes, and clumsily took Chloe's hand as she felt herself being pulled through the door.
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A sting of cold took the small of Andrea's back, causing her skin to stand on end. The chair she freezing from the open air of the room, but the wood was comforting against her pussy and ass. The cool of the surface penetrated past her labia as the let out the slightest gasp. Carpet was beneath her feet as she was planted to the floor by Chloe's graceful hand. There was a ribbon tied around her right ankle, then her left. Andrea could feel the fine edges of the fabric pulling against her own ankle, then a sudden pressure as the ribbon was tied. Andrea's hands were pulled away from her lap, tied behind her to the back of the chair by the same familiar tug of the ribbon.
As her own blind fell away, Chloe was the first thing she could focus on. Chloe's look was severe now, less inviting and warm. In one hand was the ribbon that served as the blind, the other held a silicon bulb. The room in front of her was occupied by several cubicles that surrounded the walls. In each cubicle sat a couple, or a person alone, all in various states of dress.
Chloe marched towards the tied Andrea, taking the chain that ran between her piercings in the now ribbonless hand. The tug was firm, but restricted. The jolt of electricity she felt in her breasts was enough to tighten her body in apprehension. Already the scent of Andera's excitement could be caught mingled in the jasmine air.
The host spit on the silicon bulb in her hand, pushing it between Andrea's spread lips. In truth, the little toy needed no prepping, there was already enough wet to make entry. The little bulb had subtle vibrations that Andrea could feel deep into her cervix. Chloe took her attention back with another firm tug of the jewelry chain, one hand working open the crotch of her bodysuit. With legs spread, she began to play with herself, pulling incrementally harder on the chain, the sound of Andrea's moans and the shifting of the chair punctuating the near silence of the room.
