Eve walks out onto the floor, her hips swaying her perfect ass cheeks and breasts at the same time. The House has begun to fill up—there is even a group on the stage. A male dom whips his male sub, while two other female subs are kneeling before each, with a dick in each of their mouths. When she walks by the table of voyeurs from earlier, the ones who attempted to come to her aid, she flashes them a smirk and winks. Their mouths drop open, eyes following her ass all the way across the floor.
Eve takes a seat next to Octavian, in their usual booth. He remains dressed in his suit, his eyes following her movements as well. Once she sits down, the sub who sits on the pillow crawls over to her, gently kissing her feet. He moves his lips higher, slowly kissing his way up her shin, past her knee, towards her pussy. When he is half way up her thigh, she flicks him off with her hand.
"Hello Mistress," he whispers, returning back to the pillow.
Eve looks at him; he isn't particularly attractive, but not horrible to look at either. His body is slim, but not muscular. He has a collar around his neck and a black thong on. Eve doesn't recognize him; turning to Octavian, she asks, "Now who is this?"
Octavian pulls his eyes from the show to look at her, but only gets as far as her breasts. He talks to them, "Umm...I think his name is Frank. He's another one of Peter's," Octavian waves a hand towards the stage, indicating the dom up there, "he wanted me to keep an eye on him while he was occupied."
"Oh," Eve says, looking back at Frank. He keeps his eyes down, but is staring directly at her pussy, as if he is trying to burn her panties off. Eve leans forward, resting her elbows on her knees so that she can catch his eye, "Enjoy a fat dick in your ass, do you?"
"Yes Mistress," he says softly, dropping his chin down to his chest.
"And what about a sweet cunt?" Glancing at his red wristband, she quickly reads the combination of colors, decoding what is allowed with him and what isn't.
"Yes Mistress," he says, "though I am unworthy, I am happy to be used in whatever way I am allowed."
Eve leans back, smiling. A naked waitress strolls over to them, "Good evening; would either of you care for a drink?"
"Two gin and tonics," Octavian orders for them. The waitress glances at Eve, finding it odd—she smiles and nods to the woman.
Octavian pulls his eyes off of the stage as Peter cums all over the face of the sub in front of him. Turning towards, her, he leans in and places a kiss on her neck, biting it lightly, "You still smell like me," he whispers.
Eve smirks, tilting her head to allow him more access. Kissing his way up her neck, he sucks on her ear lobe, "I've marked you. I own you. Tonight after work you'll stay here, with me," he forcefully tells her.
Turning towards him, her cheek brushes against his. She pulls back until she can see his eyes; they are glazed, lustful. She brushes her lips against his, whispering, "Yes, Master..."
She watches his restraint; she knows that he loves making her submit to him. Each time she does, he makes her spend the night in the recuperating rooms that the House has, for members. The submissive rooms are small and they are never allowed any company, not even their doms; but the dominant rooms are a little larger, with a queen sized bed. Though they aren't supposed to have anyone in there with them, no one ever objects to two doms sharing a room for the night.
Peter flops into the booth, tired and sweaty. He left his male sub bound on the stage, rewarding him with a good performance by sicking both female subs on his dick. Frank crawls over to his master, kissing his feet and quickly kissing his way up his legs to Peter's softening dick. Frank sucks it up into his mouth, squeezing every last drop of cum out of it willingly. Peter closes his eyes for a moment, enjoying the feeling, before he swats Frank away, "Enough boy, let me rest."
The waitress returns with the gin and tonics, handing a water to Peter.
"Is this a new toy, or do you just keep him all to yourself?" Eve asks, after Peter drinks half of his water.
He looks over, as if he just realized she was sitting there. Letting his eyes wander across her body, he smiles, "Eve...what, this slut? Ugh," he says, exasperatedly, "He's new for me, but he's been around. It has been a rough few weeks, though. His previous domme just liked to fuck him. Didn't teach him a damn thing about using his mouth." Squinting his eyes at the sub, Frank drops his head even lower when Peter continues, "He's pretty much worthless. Couldn't even get my wife to cum."
Octavian looks appalled, "Oh, now that is a shame...what a waste," he taps his chin, "Now, if only there was someone...that we knew...who could teach him how to properly eat out a woman. Someone, who can turn the most plain, vanilla, goody-two-shoes-preacher's-daughter into a wanton whore..." he trails off.
Eve gets a smirk on her lips, while Peter looks at her, "What do you say, will you give it a shot? Carol would be forever in your debt..."
Her eyes fall down upon the sub before her, "Who was your previous domme?"
"Mistress Dahlia, in California, and her wife," he offers meekly, "occasionally they preferred playing with a real dick, so that's why they kept me around, Mistress."
Eve glances at the men beside her, before looking back at Frank, "Your former mistress was a lesbian and you still can't eat a pussy? Jesus...Stand up, drop your drawers, let us see why they kept you anyways."
Doing as he is told, Frank rises and pulls his thong off. His fat, twelve inch dick dangles down his thigh.
"Good lord," Eve says, making a face.
"Now you know what a true shame it really is," Peter says, "because Carol loves a big one in her ass while I'm fucking her pussy. But if he can't perform..."
Eve slides her ass down in the booth, spreading her legs. Octavian doesn't hesitate to grab one and lift it up over his knee, motioning for Peter to do the same. Spread eagle, she bares herself to the sub, "Get over here and show me what you can do."
Willingly, Frank crawls over and dives right in. It is barely thirty seconds before Eve shoves him back and shut her legs; she knows exactly what he is doing wrong, "Yeah, that's pretty awful. I'm more likely to cum by watching a catholic couple having sex."
Frank's shoulders hunch forward, dejection on his face. He seems like if she kept needling him, he'd be crying in no time. Eve drains her drink, rolls her eyes and rises; she points to Peter, "I expect a big tip for this one." She grabs a leach and clips it to Frank's collar, leading the now naked man around the club as she looks for a guinea pig. She parades him past the bachelorette party, getting gasps from the women. When she looks at the bride, she discovers her watching Eve's tits instead of Frank's dick. Letting a coy smile cross her lips, she continues her search.
She finds herself stopping at a booth filled with dommes, their female subs sitting before them. When all of their eyes hungrily drink in Eve's body, she knows they are more lesbian than straight. She flashes a brilliant smile, "I need a volunteer, ladies; I've been charge with the task of teaching this whelp how to eat out a pussy."
Eve gets a sneer from one of the thicker, but still pretty, women in the booth, "I'll loan you my sub, but no way I'm letting that near my pussy."
Tilting her head, Eve looks over the woman. She has dyed purple hair, overly curled. In a sheer, tight black dress, it is obvious that she isn't wearing anything underneath, "You'll do perfect," she smiles.
The woman raises an eyebrow at her, "Perhaps you didn't hear me, but I don't do men."
Eve leans over, causing her breasts to hang from her body. Though they are covered, the woman is still able to get a good look at them. Eve whispers in her ear, "You didn't let me finish. I'll guarantee you at least two orgasms...the first, provided by me, as a teaching lesson. Then, if he isn't able to get you off, I'll gladly do it again."