Author's Note: This is a series of stories based on actual experiences and observations at a local sex club. It's not a series; the stories can be read individually, but there are some recurring characters.
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"Hey, Earth to Cherry," said a voice behind her. She turned around in her cubicle, shaking her head to clear it. Leaning casually against one of the ubiquitous grey walls was her very handsome coworker, Dan. He stood about five-ten, with perpetually mussed brown hair, an amused expression in his blue eyes. She took a moment to appreciate the view before blinking vaguely at him.
"Huh?"
"What were you thinking about so hard over there?"
"Oh, nothing. Just, tonight. I'm going to the, uh...well, out," she finished lamely. She'd been about to say The Sunshine Room, a local club of a certain kind. Boy, she thought, I must be really out of it to let it almost slip out so easily. She and Dan could talk about almost anything, but the Sunshine Room was the one subject she had kept mum on. That, he didn't need to know about.
"Uh-huh," he replied, clearly not convinced by her save, "well, I'll let you get back to work. Don't need to be distracting you with my banging body." Cherry pulled a face, and turned back to her computer. Jerk. The worst part was, Dan knew she had the hots for him. Had, in fact, ever since he joined the company a few years ago. They had both been in the same department at the time, and had grown pretty close. He was sort of her "work husband" which would have maybe led to more if he hadn't been someone else's actual husband.
Actually, it had led to more, all too briefly. A year or so prior, Cherry and Dan had been picked by their Sales VP to attend a conference together. When they arrived, they found out there had been a mix-up booking the rooms - you can see where this is going - and they only had a room with a double bed left. It being a conference weekend, all of the hotels were booked up, so Cherry and Dan were stuck sharing a room - and a bed.
It had been awkward, and arousing, and on the last night of the conference, they went out to celebrate their networking successes and drank a little too much. They returned to their hotel room, still inebriated, and began undressing for bed as the conversation took a personal turn.
"Cherry, can I ask you, why haven't you ever made a pass at me?"
"Uhmmm, because you're married, duh," she replied.
"Oh. Oh yeah," Dan said, giggling a little with the effect of the alcohol. "Okay, but didn't you know about Marcie's rules?" Marcie was Dan's wife, and she and Cherry had never met.
"What rules?"
"Well, so, if a girl flirts with me, I can flirt back and, you know, do some stuff, as long as I don't have sex with her." Cherry stood up, looking at him curiously, trying to puzzle out his statement through her drunken haze. She hadn't gotten around to pulling up her pajama pants, and was quite unselfconsciously standing there in her bra and panties. Dan, too, was just hitching up a pair of shorts, and she watched him, bare-chested and adorably intoxicated.
"So...so...we could make out?"
"Oh. Um, yeah," he responded fuzzily. That was all the invitation she needed. She dropped her pajama pants, grabbed Dan, and pulled him onto the bed. When their lips met, he moved against her, pushing his tongue into her mouth. She felt his rapidly hardening cock rise up against her inner thigh. He rolled her onto her back and leaned down to kiss her, leaving his cock to press right up against the damp crotch of her panties.
Cherry reached down, pushing his shorts off of his hips, and grasping his firm cock in her hand and stroking him. Dan groaned, pulling her hand off him.
"No, don't. I don't want to come yet." He ground his cock against her panties, where a slick wet patch let him slide over them with ease. Cherry moaned beneath him.
"Fuck, it's so close," she said, as he mimicked fucking her, only a thin layer of cotton between them. "I want you inside me."
"God, me too, but I can't," he panted. "This is too much."
"You're gonna make me come, Dan," Cherry moaned.
"No, fuck, I can't do that," he protested, pushing away from her and getting off the bed. He stumbled a little, pulling his shorts back up over his cock. "I'm sorry; I...Marcie would kill me." He disappeared into the bathroom.
It had been the hottest night Cherry'd had in a long time, even if she did have to end the night rubbing herself furiously to orgasm as she listened to Dan jack off in the bathroom. It was only afterward that she'd realized how pathetic it all was. She didn't want to be his piece on the side. So she never pursued it. Of course, Dan never missed an opportunity to tease Cherry about the night they'd spent together. She could roll her eyes, but she knew given a real chance, she'd probably still jump his bones.
Instead, she returned to The Sunshine Room once or twice a month, or whenever she felt particularly stressed. She and Dan had been working together closely, and now that it was finally Friday, she felt she owed herself a trip downtown to the club.
She'd been a regular at the club for around five years, ever since one of her boyfriends had introduced her to the pleasures of spanking - and so many other things. She still saw him there occasionally, but their paths rarely crossed anymore. Cherry identified as a switch, but most of the time she ended up bottoming.
Tonight, she knew there was going to be sort of a "slave auction." Not really an auction, but sort of a showing of subs by Samara and Ian, owners of the club. Doms and couples would come pick out a sub that took their fancy to play with for the evening. Cherry was definitely in the mood to be one of those playthings - plus it meant free playtime with Ian or Samara until chosen.
She didn't expect to be dressed for long, but no reason not to play the part. She laced up a black corset as tightly as she could manage, then a siren-red bra and matching panties. A short pleated skirt and stiletto heels, and she was ready to go. She grabbed her leather coat as she breezed out the door, already tingling in anticipation.
The Sunshine Room was in a nondescript building in the hip, industrial part of town. There was no sign, only a tiny sun decal in the slim window by the door. It was one of those places that can only be found by those who already know where it is, to paraphrase the saying.
Despite the name, the club was furnished in blacks and reds, mostly. It was a three-story space, with the central floor occupied with seating areas and some demonstration space for milder play. The dungeon was on the floor below, with all manner of structures to play on: benches, racks, cages, gurneys, beds, and even a phone booth. The upper floor was the "exhibition room," with many of the same structures as the dungeon, but one crucial difference: the floor was transparent.
Cherry arrived at about nine, and already the club was hopping. People in various stages of undress, from street clothes to full-on costumes, were milling around, chatting and propositioning each other. She stripped off her jacket and worked the room a little. She greeted those she knew warmly, and introduced herself to others, flirting a little on the way.
But she had a goal in mind, and wasted no time in heading downstairs to the back of the dungeon, where Ian and Samara were already at work chaining up willing subs. Cherry greeted both with a kiss, and indicated she was joining the fun that night.
"You looking for anything special tonight, sweetheart?" Ian asked.
"Not tonight. Anyone who's interested," she said, holding out her wrists with a grin. Ian wound soft, black rope around them, and then tied the other ends on one of the giant hooks in the wall behind her. He buckled a leather cuff around her neck, and clipped a chain leash onto it. This was more for effect than anything else, since he didn't tie it to anything.
"All right, ladies and gentlemen, our lovely and compliant subs are ready for examination, awaiting their chance to fulfill your every whim! Step right up!" called Samara. People started filing in from above, looking over those tied to the wall. A couple of men looked Cherry over, one asked to see her backside. Samara turned her around, instructing her to arch her back to show off her ass.
"A fine specimen, as you can see," she was saying, running her hands over Cherry's ass. "Very easy to please, if that's your thing." Then her hand was in Cherry's panties, rapidly getting damp as Samara rubbed her in slow, swirling circles. She moaned softly, rolling her hips around provocatively. Samara slid two fingers inside her, and she felt herself clamping down involuntarily. It felt so good, and it was exactly what she'd needed.
"Turn her around again," said one of the men. Samara withdrew her fingers, turning Cherry again to face the room. She pulled Cherry's skirt off, and then slid her panties aside, exposing her wet pussy. Samara rubbed her clit firmly and she jolted at the touch, gasping with pleasure. Being fingered in front of a crowd always turned her on, and she knew it wouldn't be long before she came.
Then she looked up, and saw something really shocking. A woman with long brown hair was gently pushing her way through the crowd. Her attitude made it obvious that she thought she was the top bitch in the room. This by itself wouldn't have been surprising, but the man behind her, dressed only in a pair of jeans, was Dan. His eyes swept over the offerings, and landed on Cherry.
Samara's fingers were pushing up into her again, and she squeezed her eyes shut as she came, not daring to look at the expression on Dan's face. She heard herself moaning helplessly as Samara ground her palm into Cherry, vaulting her up into another orgasm almost before the first had faded away. Her heart was racing as she felt Samara withdraw her fingers.
She took a deep breath, and then opened her eyes. The woman was standing in front of her now, Dan just behind her, his eyes a little wide and his expression hungry.
"Impressive," the woman said. "We'll take her." Samara glanced at Cherry, who nodded a bit too quickly. Samara untied her wrists, and handed the woman the other end of the chain around Cherry's neck.
