Reluctantly, Mark left his wife, Kim, with the woman Ladonya, who'd just licked Kim clean after Alexander blew his load inside of her, and Alexander to explore up the carpeted marble stairs.
Ceto, Alexander's wife who'd just swallowed Marks cumload then kissed her husband in front of him, led Mark down a dimly lit hallway in the opposite direction of the stairs. The hallway was made of dark red wood and was rich with the smells of old cigars, aged lumber, and dark liquor.
"How did you like your introduction to the club?" Ceto asked.
Mark adjusted his cock, still stiff and moist in his pants, and did not know what to say. He was, however, staringly at ease with Kim, the woman he'd vowed to love and be faithful to for the rest of his life, going upstairs with another mans seed swimming freely inside her womb while the man who'd put that seed there and the young minx who'd licked them both clean showed her around.
The hallway opened into a Victorian style lounge. The tall windows were covered by thick drapes of green and burgundy; oriental rugs covered the wooden floor and the couches and lungers in the room were of leather and thick, soft fabrics all in the same green and burgundy motif. The lamps along the walls gave the only light. The yellow bulbs threw shadows across the room as anyone walked past and left the middle of the room mostly in shadow.
The room was crowded with men and women in various stages of dress: formalwear undone and half removed to reveal firm bodies and hot flesh, identities hidden behind masquerade masks and anonymous lust. Cigar smoke lingered in the air and the faint sound of crystal glasses, pouring liquor, and passionate moans originated in the shadows and resonated off the walls. White eyes beading from behind the masks in the dim light as Ceto lead mark toward the shadows in the center of the room.
A long couch materialized out of the shadow and mark could see the faint outline of a woman lying on the couch. Standing at the end of the couch where her feet lay perfectly caressing each other with toes, Ceto began taking off Mark's clothes.
"She is your membership fee, Mark," Ceto said as she pulled his shirt off over his head.
Mark adjusted his eyes to the dim light as Ceto unfastened his belt and dropped his pants to the floor, massaging his hard cock with one hand.
The young woman on the couch stretched her arms over her head, placed the bottoms of her feet together and let her knees fall apart, presenting herself to him. He couldn't see her face or any detail, but he knew what he was looking at.
