Eleven-Seventeen. That was our number. To most people a number like this will mean absolutely nothing. But to all the people who have been or who will be involved in that memorable night, a number such as this one will send a shiver straight through your body. A delicious shiver that will have you stop whatever you're doing and remember fondly on that amazing night. Your eyes will flutter closed, lips will part slightly and the softest of moans will flow from your mouth as your mind begins to conjure up those wonderfully erotic images. The resounding sounds of pleasure and pain will reverberate in your ears like a symphony. As you try and catch your breath, the fragrant mix of ylang ylang, orange blossom and sandalwood will seep down into your very soul, craving the immense high like a drug. Fire will dance in teasing waves as your skin begins to prickle thinking of the leather straps caressing over your body just before the burning snap against your ass. Frail wrists tremble beneath tight cuffs; your sanity crumbling just as fast as your legs at the feel of juices dripping down them. I digress.
But...it can't be helped. No one ever leaves that night without the memory forever burned in their mind.
Rush was an exclusive club, located in a completely renovated three story warehouse, and catered to those with a...well...shall we say an exotic taste for the unusual. A waiting list months and months long was the first obstacle to getting in the door. But since privacy was a big concern for the club, even if you were able to get in, there was still a limit to where you were allowed to go and see. Still, if you were one of the lucky ones allowed behind the black iron double doors, a wonderful night of decadent sex awaited you with almost anything you desire being fulfilled at the drop of a hat, by as many people as you wished.
However, to be accepted...now that was another matter entirely. Only a panel of a select few were privy to the extremely strict and secretive selection process, going over a number of very strict criteria on any potential candidates. Everything about you; from your family background, to your job and your salary, to the people you socialize with were all checked to be sure you were a perfect fit for the club. But once you were accepted, it meant you had complete access to the club at any time and were invited to all of the clubs' exclusive parties held for all current members.
This included the biggest party of the year, The Midnight Masquerade. Members of all walks of life come from all over the world just for this special night. A twelve hour sex party starting at 8:00pm on Valentine's Day and running into the wee hours of the morning. Thirty-five hundred dollars bought you a night of delicious drinks and other "mood enhancers", a variety of different performances featuring an extensive array of fetishes, private specialty rooms and of course...lots and lots of mind-blowing sex.
People not involved in this world of ours would see this and laugh at the ridiculousness of it all. However, to all of the people who have walked through the doors of Rush, they will all say...it was well worth the wait.
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The door to the black SUV opened slowly and his hand reached out to help me down. I softly laughed to myself in irony as I smoothed down the knee length black trench coat. Once we got inside, thousands of eyes would see the scandalous outfit underneath. So why should I care if a few passersby were lucky enough to see a tiny peek of what laid under the coat.
Red and black was the colors of choice for the night; given they were my favorite colors. A vintage button up corset with a tapestry design wrapped around my body like second skin. The lace g-string left practically nothing to the imagination as the lace garter belt held up the silk and lace thigh highs. Red bottom peep toes not only covered my feet, but also aided in a little confidence boost. A lace choker was accented with a small but beautiful antique silver and ruby brooch and fingerless lace gloves covered most of my hands with only my red manicured nails peeking out.
"Are you ready?" He whispered in my ear as I stared off into the night sky.
I nodded my head as my hand slid into his. He handed his keys to the black-tie valet and we began walking up the white marbled concrete staircase to the club's entrance. I was almost in awe at the site that laid in front of me when we walked through the heavy iron doors. Tall white ceilings with intricate molding and white marbled floors, partially covered in gorgeous black and white Persian rugs, made way to a long white marble and onyx front desk sitting underneath a lavish imperial staircase. A grand crystal chandelier was the focal point of the room and hung beneath a medium sized round table with a beautiful red rose arrangement.
When we reached the desk, he took my coat off and a small bit of shyness made its way to the surface. However, it was completely quelled when he tied the black and red feathered mask comfortably around my head; taking care to not ruin the perfectly styled updo. "You look absolutely beautiful tonight," He whispered, kissing my temple as his hand found its place at the small of my back.
"Here are your passes and I've told you the code for this evening. You will need both as proof to enter anywhere other than the main room. Codes are different every night and cannot be reused as proof you've been here before. I can only give both of them to you once, so do not forget either or you will be promptly escorted out. If you have no further questions, then enjoy your time here at Rush." The woman with the long, thick and perfectly curled jet black hair at the front desk told us as she took our coats for the evening.
Even though her outfit was conservative compared to the people entering the club and even some of the other employees, the deep v neck of her sleeveless black jumpsuit left nothing to the imagination; showing off some ample cleavage. Gold tassel earrings and matching gold cuffs surrounding each of her upper arms brought out the richness of her dark eyes and warm skin. While she was no doubt incredibly gorgeous on the outside, it was her poise and confidence that drew me into her as she didn't bat an eye to all of the craziness around her. I was intrigued to get to know her. We smiled and said our thank yous' to her and began walking over to the staircase; my eyes lingering to the slight grin of her plump burgundy lips.
The combination of my interaction with the beautiful front desk manager and the soothing rhythm of my heels clicking on the floor stirred something deep inside of me, which wasn't helped by his hand slowly making its way down to my bare ass. The stark white arched double doors at the top of the stairs opened and closed behind two identical platinum blondes wearing only matching black g strings, black stilettos, leather collars around their long necks and leather cat masks covering most of their faces. While my nerves were still not completely settled about my first time here, there was an underlying excitement and arousal at what the night held for us. His hand wrapped around the black iron door handle and opened the door to usher me inside.
A thick wood banister helped to steady myself as I looked down to survey everything that was going on in the large hall. Sexy masked dancers in the skimpiest of outfits seductively danced in diamond encrusted cages on either side of the enormous stage; modesty left hanging at the door. Full breasts barely held in by corsets and tight tops, slowly being revealed to the hall of observers as gorgeous asses shaked to the sensual beat. There was even the occasional peek of perfectly shaven pussy from under skirts that barely covered anything. Surprisingly, that would be one of the most modest things we would see in that room.
On the main stage, a buxom silver-haired tattooed woman dressed from head-to-toe in soft black leather, circled around a completely naked brunette strapped face down on a sturdy dark wood X-frame. The loud clicks of her ridiculously high thigh high leather boots stopped just short of standing in front of the woman as she fingered the braided handle of the black leather flogger; her piercing eyes scanning over the waiting crowd.
Watching the beautiful show of lost inhibitions, partygoers of all types sat on burgundy and black furniture arranged haphazardly around the open hall, engaging in various acts of sex. Some were just enjoying the show as teasing caresses began to heat up their bodies. Some were toying with themselves; either with their own hands or with various novelties available for purchase. And others were with their partners or in groups, using the immense sexual energy flowing through the hall to fuel their own burning need to explore some of their deepest and darkest desires.
Intricate masks made with all different materials and with varying combinations of colors adorned all of partygoers faces. This was more for the anonymity; given the nature of the club, but also added a touch of elegance in an otherwise torrid and sordid evening of debauchery.
The loud snap of the flogger hitting the bound women's round ass echoed in the large hall as the deafening sound of her pleasured scream rang throughout. Moans and groans could be heard over a techno beat as the women who caused all of it showed not even an ounce of emotion. She continued her path to the other side and repeated the action; still showing no emotion as the bound women cried out in pleasurable pain.
My hands gripped tighter against the banister and my mouth fell open slightly. Soft pants came out with every caress of the leather straps against the bound women's reddened ass and hitched breaths with every hard smack. Red fingernails drummed with the beat as I tried to hold in the last ounce of modesty I had left in me.
"Do you wish it were you, sweetheart?" He whispered as his lips softly kissed right behind my ear. "Is the thought of all these people watching you turning you on?'
I couldn't do anything other than whimper as my eyes latched onto two tanned and toned males, one of which was on his knees between the other male and slowly sucking him off. The other male has his head back in pleasure as his hands firmly grabbed onto the other's hair. Next to them were a threesome consisting of two men; both at least in their 40's, kneeled between a toned woman of the same age wearing a tight strapless leather dress. One of the men slowly peeled down the top of her dress to slowly lick one of the hard pierced nipples as the other male was in the process of eating her out as if she was the most delicious delicacy ever created. The woman enjoyed both shows as she elegantly sipped from her half glass of red wine, a flash of silver glistening from between her legs as the male came up to lick the juices from his lips.
My eyes averted back to the stage as his arms wrapped around my waist and pulled me into him, feeling his hard cock through his black pants. "I would love to see that. To watch this beautiful round ass pressed against me turn a gorgeous shade of red with every smack. All of these people getting so turned on and getting themselves off on your pleasure. Would you love that?"
