The plane came to a stop at the end of the runway. It took about 15 minutes before it taxied to the hanger. That gave us plenty of time to clean up the mess we had caused on Rocco's plane.
There was a towel hamper, thank god.
We stepped off the plane to a limousine waiting for us. Courtesy of Rocco.
"You know, for a lingerie salesman, Rocco sure did have a lot of the finer things in life." Sally said.
We got into the limo and headed for the event.
While we were in the limo, Sally reached over and stuffed something in my pocket.
"You forgot these on the plane slut." She grinned.
I reached into my pocket. I could feel the lace of the thong I was wearing. It still felt wet in some places.
"Thanks." I said with a laugh.
The limo passed a few buildings in downtown New York, before turning down an alley.
The alley had those old street lights. The limo came to a stop in front of a double door. It was set into the brick of an old building. As I looked out I saw a familiar face walk out of the door.
"It's Rocco babe." I said to Sally.
He opened the door. Sally stepped out first. Followed by Graham and then me.
Rocco reached out his hand to Graham. "Hi. I'm Rocco." He said.
"Graham." Graham shook his hand.
We exchanged pleasantries.
Rocco grinned and told me how good I looked. I said thanks.
Rocco put his arm around Sally's waist and chatted with her as we walked into the event.
The music was the kind you would expect in a club. Deep bass beats. There was a mix of people of all ages. They had those dance stages. About five of them.
There was a mix of men and woman, dressed in different kinds of lingerie. It seemed more like a club than a lingerie show.
Rocco walked us to a private area. A curtain closed off the room. There were two bodyguards standing outside.
"Quite the place you have here." Graham said.
"A little bit of everything for everyone." Rocco said. "We even have a dungeon." He winked at Graham.
"Ohhhhhh. I love dungeons." Graham said.
"So I've been told. I'll have to visit your club when I'm in your town" Rocco replied.
"What kind of show do you have for us to watch?" Sally asked Rocco.
"Oh I thought it would be a private show." He replied.
"Dutton." Rocco shouted.
"Yes boss." Dutton leaned in pulling the curtain to the side.
"Bring me the leather suitcase from my office." Rocco said.
Dutton closed the curtain and headed for Rocco's office.
The room that we were in was odd. One side of the room had a leather booth couch. But with no table. Behind it was a mirrored wall. We were all sitting on the couch.
The curtain entrance way was to one side.
Across from us was a glass wall. It almost looked like the wall at Graham's club.
Rocco reached over and offered a drink to each one of us. We sat back and drank as Rocco explained to us how he had become so rich.
Dutton returned with the leather suitcase. He placed it on the couch beside Rocco. Rocco nodded and Dutton left the room.
As I sipped my drink, I kept getting the feeling that there was something in it. I looked over at Sally and she was fine. When I looked over at Graham, his skin looked flushed and his pupils dilated.
"Something wrong Grant?" Rocco asked.
I looked over at him with a smile. "No I don't think so. Just getting a buzz off the drink."
My cock was starting to harden.
My sexual side was being amped up. Graham had the same look on his face, and in his crotch.
Rocco reached over and grabbed a remote control. He clicked the button at the bottom. The lights came on behind the glass wall. My eyes went wide.
The room was filled with guys dressed in lingerie. Performing all kinds of sexual acts. From sucking and fucking. To one guy being gang banged. There was a guy tied to the wall. He was being whipped by a cat o nine tails.
My cock was raging now. I heard the click of the suitcase and turned around to see Rocco opening it.
"I have something for both of you in there." Rocco said.
Graham looked stunned. "I've never worn anything like that." He said.
"There's always a first time Graham." Rocco said.
Graham got up and started to head for the door. Rocco's two bodyguards stopped him.
"Why don't you sit down and watch for a bit Graham." Rocco said before turning to me.
"You know what to do right Grant?" Rocco asked.
"He will do what you ask Rocco." Sally cut in.
Graham sat back down. I stood up and walked over to the suitcase.
Graham was watching the scenes in the glassed off room, his hand in his crotch rubbing his cock. He did not know it, but Rocco had slipped poppers in our drinks.
