The Obsidian Room

"Happy birthday, Laila" she said, her manicured nails wrapped around the stem of the champagne flute that she was offering to me. "It's going to be a night to remember!".

"I'll drink to that!" I said, clinking the rim of my glass on hers, looking into her eyes. Sara, my childhood friend who had stayed in touch with me all through high school and then uni, and now celebrating my 21st birthday in Barcelona with a surprise party with a twist: she had planned it, and would only tell me to be ready in a cocktail dress (blue) with a carnival mask at 9 PM, ready for anything. The limo would get us from the hotel.

Her style wasn't new to me. Although I was comfortable in life -- dad was a doctor and mum an analyst with Aster, after all -- Sara lived on another level. Yachts, vacay houses and Swiss finishing schools were her normal, as her dad was the scion of a European banking family, and we met through my dad becoming their family doctor.

Not new to me, but never ordinary. I always felt an outsider in her world, and never quite settled. Sara knew this, of course, and used it to play up her image of being the wordly one, the bad girl who knew the secrets of the adult world. Barely a year older than me, and neither of us truly adults in the world, it was an act that didn't convince me -- and I feel didn't convince Sara, either. Which only made her work harder at it.

But this birthday was going to be a special one. Graduation was barely a month ago, and both of us stood on the cusp of a new life. We had been studying a lot, and had given up a lot of invitations and opportunities for fun in the past year. My birthday, at the start of what we had always called our version of the Grand Tour, was a way of making up for lost time.

And I was beginning to wonder how Sara was planning on catching us up. Wonder -- or was it worry? The butterflies that were enjoying that Brut in my belly were hard to pin down -- either happy excitement, or nervous tension. Time would tell which it was, I thought, as I looked into her blue-green eyes.

Sara winked at me, and then pressed a button and dropped the glass between us and the chauffeur. "Are we there yet, Ridley?" She asked, and then turned to me again, hand sliding up the newly bronzed skin of my thigh as she virtually squealed in delight -- her casual cosmopolitan air momentarily forgotten in a moment of pure girlish excitement which made me really wonder what the entertainment really was going to be tonight. "We're here, Lelee! The Azure Chamber!"

The limo stopped in front of a grand, old building with an ornate entrance. The doorman opened the door for us, and we stepped out into the cool night air. The sound of music and laughter grew louder as we made our way up the stairs and into the building. Inside, the atmosphere was electric. People in masks and costumes were dancing and mingling, sipping on cocktails and champagne. Sara led me through the crowd, her warm hands on me always, on my shoulders and my hands, my arms, connecting and controlling me in the crowd. As we waited for our drinks, I couldn't help but feel a little self-conscious in my cocktail dress and mask. Sara, on the other hand, seemed completely at ease in her black lace jumpsuit and masquerade mask.

"Relax, Laila," she said, sensing my unease. "This is your night. Let loose and have fun."

I took a deep breath and let myself relax. The music was infectious, and the champagne was going to my head. I swayed to the rhythm of the music, feeling Sara's hand on my waist as she danced with me. As the night wore on, the party only got wilder. People started shedding their masks and clothes, and the atmosphere turned downright erotic. I found myself getting caught up in the moment, dancing with strangers and letting my inhibitions go. And then I felt Sara's hand slip down to my ass, squeezing it firmly. I turned to her, surprised, but she just smiled and pulled me closer.

"Let's hit the dancefloor!"

The DJ was laying down some deep and hypnotic soulful House music, and the party was building -- sweaty bodies brushing against each other, the beautiful people, all masked and all in blue accented clothing as the Azure Chamber outlined in their dress code. There were a lot of shirtless guys and bikini-topped girls in the darkened dancefloor area, and my mind began to wander into deliciously dangerous fantasies, helped along by the cocktails and the heady mix of cologne and perfumes which I was enveloped by.

We had found our group -- in the way you do at a happy party full of people your age, all dancing and drinking together. The smiles and the touching, an anonymous group of best friends who would never see each other again after the party was over, but who had an intense connection in the moment. As the night wore on, we shifted to the chill-out balcony, laying on couches and cushions, massaging each other and chatting. It was a golden moment, with me having met two guys and three other girls who had joined our group. And then, a note came out on a tray, carried by a masked waiter. I opened the card, which was addressed simply to "Lxxxx". I read: "The Electric Panthers await the pleasure of your company in the Obsidian Room.

My heart raced as I read the note, my mind racing with possibilities. Sara looked at me with a wicked grin, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

"The Obsidian Room," she whispered. "Happy birthday." Sara looked deeply into my eyes, and then leaned in and planted a kiss on my lips. She lingered there for a second, and I was keenly aware of her body against me, pert tits against mine. "This is going to be incredible."

I nodded, my body buzzing with anticipation, hearth racing from the kiss and the tension that I felt in it. I had no idea what the fuss was about this room, but I knew from Sara's kiss and her feel that things had just ramped up a notch.. We followed the waiter through a maze of corridors, the air thick with the scent of incense.

Finally, we arrived at a black door, which the waiter opened to reveal a room unlike anything I'd ever seen before. The black marble flooring gleamed in the dim light, and a hexagonal ebony dais dominated the center of the room. Red columns with gold lines rose from the floor, framing a pool in the center of the dais. And there, standing in the pool, were six men dressed in nothing but black leather pants and masks.

The Electric Panthers.

As soon as we entered the room, they started to move, their bodies sinuous and sensual as they danced in the water. My heart raced as I watched them, my body responding to their movements in ways I couldn't control. The slow, deliberate sounds of the arabesque made a perfect cointerpoint to the deft movements of their oiled and muscular bodies, and their skins were the full range of shades from dark onyx to freshly tanned leather.

I realised that we were there with the group, and looked left and right to see my new friends transfixed by the spectacle. There was a thick, heavy sensuality in the air, and the group was in thrall to it. Watching the men in front of us, not realising that we were walking closer to the dais and that Sara was leading.

Two of the Panthers moved to her, and began dancing with her, stripping themselves down to their naked bodies (which would have induced jealousy in Adonis) they moved to her, and each began to kiss her. First on the lips, which were exposed under the mask, and then down her neck to her shoulders.

The way they moved showed a worship of the female form, and Sara's form was well-worth worshipping: Sara's body was a work of art, every curve and contour perfectly sculpted. Her skin was a deep, rich bronze, glistening with oil as the Panthers moved against her. Her breasts were full and round, her nipples hard and erect and clearly visible through the thin silk of her dress as the men's hands roamed over them.

She had a flat stomach, with a defined six-pack that rippled as she moved. Her hips flared out, invitingly, and her legs were long and toned, ending in delicate feet that seemed to dance on air.As the Panthers continued to dance with her, their hands roamed lower. I could see the muscles in Sara's thighs tensing as they touched her, and I knew she was getting as turned on by their hands on her body as I was watching them.

Her face was a mask of pleasure, her lips parted as the men kissed her neck and shoulders. Her eyes were closed, lost in the moment, as she surrendered herself to the pleasure.

I couldn't take my eyes off her, watching as her body moved in perfect harmony with the Panthers. It was like watching a dance of pure eroticism, a symphony of pleasure that left me breathless.

I realized that I was in shock, taking in the scene. How could we have lost our way this far, and lost our inhibitions so totally, as to be doing this so openly, and with strangers all around us? Sara seemed to have planned this, too, which made me wonder for a fleeting moment how well I actually knew her. But as my friend danced with the Panthers, I was pulled back into the moment. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Their hands were all over her body, touching her in ways that I had never imagined. And yet, despite my shock, I felt a growing sense of arousal deep within me.

I couldn't take my eyes off Sara's body, watching as her flat stomach rippled with each touch. Her hips flared invitingly, and her long, toned legs seemed to move in perfect harmony with the Panthers. I felt a flutter in my stomach as I watched them touch and caress her, my own body responding to the scene before me.

As the Panthers continued to dance with Sara, their hands roamed lower, toward her most intimate areas. I felt a pang of jealousy as I watched them touch my friend in such an expert way. The arousal at the sight of Sara surrendering herself to their touch was total.

Sara's face was a mask of pleasure, her lips parted as the men kissed her neck and shoulders. Her eyes were closed, lost in the moment, as she surrendered herself to the pleasure. They slipped her dress off her shoulders and to the floor, and there she stood before us on the dais, naked except for the black thong, strappy and lacy, that covered her pussy.

I watched transfixed, my own arousal growing stronger with each passing moment.

I couldn't believe how turned on I was by the scene before me. I felt a warmth spreading through my body, a desire that I had never felt before. My own body seemed to ache with need, craving the touch of the Panthers and the pleasure that they were giving Sara.

As one of the Panthers turned to me, I felt a surge of fear and desire. I hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do. And yet, when I looked over at Sara, I saw the lust burning in her eyes. It was all the encouragement I needed -- but my upbringing still held fast. Instead of stepping forward, I stepped back. He looked into my eyes for a moment, searchingly, and then moved to join the two men working my best friend into an ecstasy of lust and desire.

There were red leather manacles chained to the pillars in front of Sara, and the men gently but firmly led her to them, and bound her hands spread wide. Her perfect body was on display, the toned stomach framed by the thong below and her perfect D cup tits, nipples erect, above. Dark hands held her from behind, moving over her body as he kissed and nibbled her from the back, working her tits and down between her thighs. Another panther knelt in front of her, driving his mouth between her legs, and causing a gasp of desire from the girl who was standing next to me. I saw that her friend has his hands on her in the same way that Sara was being used, and then I saw that all around me the people we were with were responding in kind.

Then, in the fastest motion I had seen in that room, the man in front of Sara suddenly whipped her thong off, and she stood before us naked, her smooth skin inviting their touch.

As the Panthers continued to pleasure Sara, three of them focused their attention on her young body. The one kneeling in front of her was working her clit with his tongue, while the one behind slid his fingers inside her, and the third continued to suck on her nipples. Sara's body writhed in pleasure as the men brought her closer and closer to the brink. She moaned and gasped, her hands clutching at the leather restraints as the pleasure grew stronger.

The Panther licking her clit was an expert, his tongue moving in perfect circles or fluttering over her lips as he brought her closer and closer to orgasm. I could sense the pleasure building inside her, seeing it threatening to overwhelm her completely. But the Panther who had slid his fingers inside her was no less skilled. He moved his fingers in and out of her from behind, his touch sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. Her hips arched toward his touch, seeking more and more pleasure. And then there was the third Panther, who continued to suck on her nipples. His tongue was almost too much to bear, sending waves of pleasure through her body as he brought her closer and closer to the brink.

As the three men continued to pleasure her, Sara felt herself being carried away by the intensity of the moment. She was lost in a sea of pleasure and desire, her body consumed by a need that she had never felt before.

And yet, despite the intensity of the pleasure, I could see she she wanted more. She wanted to feel the men's touch all over her body, to experience pleasure in every way possible.I moaned involuntarily as the Panther behind her pressed his hands against her, his hands sliding around her body. I felt his touch sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body -- a sensation I had never experienced. My own hands began to explore my body, sliding over the dress and cupping and caressing my C cup breasts. I couldn't believe what was happening to me. I had never felt so alive, so aroused. And yet, as the pleasure built inside me, I knew that I never wanted it to stop -- but how could I enjoy myself so publicly? Sara was naked and being taken by three men whom she had never spoken to, and the group of people who had just met outside this room were sucking and touching each other as they enjoyed the show -- this was too wild to be conceivable!

As I watched Sara's body writhe and convulse with pleasure, I felt a pair of strong hands wrap around my waist from behind. I gasped as I felt a warm breath on my neck, and a pair of lips pressed against my skin. The Panther behind me was kissing and nibbling on my neck, his hands sliding up my body to cup my breasts through my dress. I moaned involuntarily as his fingers found my nipples, and began to tease and pinch them gently, my own hands reaching back and grabbing an ass that felt like it was carved from granite.

I was so focused on the pleasure building inside me that I barely noticed when another Panther stepped up beside me. He was tall and muscular, with dark skin and piercing eyes. He reached out a hand and cupped my face, turning me to face him. I felt his lips on mine, and I kissed him back passionately. His hands roamed over my body, exploring every curve and contour. I felt my dress being pulled down, exposing my breasts to the cool air of the room -- and my heigtened senses hear the soft fabric hitting the floor, and then Sara's moans from the dais. The Panther leaned down and took one of my nipples into his mouth, sucking and nibbling on it gently through the hands of the man behind me, whose hard body was pressed against the naked flesh of my back.

As the pleasure swelled, I found myself losing control. I was no longer aware of the people around me, or the Panther who was kissing and caressing me. All I could think about was the pleasure, threatening to overwhelm me completely. I moaned and gasped as the Panther continued to pleasure me, his hands and lips driving me closer and closer to the brink, his fingers exploring me, probing, as he observed what made me arch, and gasp, and moan.

And then, just as I felt like I was about to explode, I heard Sara cry out in ecstasy. Her body convulsed, and I could see the waves of her orgasm written all over her face. As the Panthers released her from her restraints, she collapsed onto the stage in a heap, exhausted.

As the Panther's hands and lips continued to explore my body, I felt myself being moved to the stage -- as Sara was positioned on the floor, spread, and continued to be caressed and touched and licked and kissed. Every touch on her soft smooth pale skin, every kiss, sent shivers of pleasure through me.

My moans and gasps of pleasure filled the room, mixing with Sara's own cries of ecstasy. I could see the pleasure written all over her face as she writhed and convulsed on the stage. Her body was a testament to the incredible pleasure she was experiencing, and it made me want to let go even more.

The sound of her ecstasy was like a trigger for my own release, and I felt a wave of pleasure wash over me. It started at the tips of my toes and worked its way up, until it consumed me completely. Every touch, every kiss, sent shivers of delight and ecstasy through me. I was no longer aware of anything else around me - all I could think about was the rapture and euphoria building inside me, threatening to overwhelm me completely.

For a few moments, I was lost in a sea of pleasure, unable to think or move. And then, as the pleasure began to subside, I felt the Panther's hands and lips leave my body. When I opened my eyes, I saw that most of the people had left the room, leaving Sara and me alone with the Panthers who had been pleasuring us.

As my pleasure subsided, I looked around the room and saw Sara on her knees in front of two of the Panthers. Her head bobbed up and down as she sucked them both off, her lips wrapped tightly around their throbbing members. I watched in awe as she expertly brought them both to the brink of ecstasy.

The third Panther approached me, his eyes locked on mine. He was tall and muscular, with a rugged handsomeness that made my heart skip a beat. He reached out and cupped my face, running his thumb over my lips. I gasped as his touch sent shivers of pleasure through me.

"Would you like to taste them too?" he asked, gesturing towards the two Panthers that Sara was pleasuring.

I hesitated for a moment, unsure if I was ready for more. But as I looked at Sara, who was clearly enjoying herself, I knew that I wanted to experience everything that this night had to offer.

Without a word, I got down on my knees opposite Sara and took one of the Panthers into my mouth. His cock was warm and hard, and I savored the taste of him as I began to suck and lick him. The other Panther moved behind me, his hands exploring my body as I continued to lick and suck his friend. As I felt his hard thick cock engorge, I looked over at Sara, who was focused on the load that she could clearly feel building in the cock of the man she had been working

The Panthers released themselves into our mouths, groaning as they came -- and then pushed our heads together as they slid out. Sara and I exchanged glances, both of us still in a daze from the incredible pleasure we had just experienced. Without a word, Sara took my hand and led me to the center of the room. The two of us stood facing each other, our bodies still humming with the afterglow of pleasure. And then, without warning, she leaned in and kissed me deeply.

Her lips were soft and warm, and I felt a surge of desire as her tongue explored my mouth. I tasted the remnants of the Panther's release on her tongue, and it only made me want her more. As we kissed, we began to touch each other, our hands exploring every inch of each other's bodies. I felt her fingers slide under my dress, tracing the curve of my hips and thighs. And then, as the men approached us, she pulled away from me and turned to face them.