Note: I suggest you read the first part of the story to understand the characters and the plot so far.
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Angie led Amanda back to the bar where they refreshed their drinks, and then led her into another room that Amanda had not seen yet. It was smaller than the room they had just come from, and there was soft music playing from speakers. There were a number of café tables set up around the room, some of which contained backgammon boards, decks of cards, and other games, and some were empty. Some of the tables were already occupied by small groups of women, and Angie said hello to a few of them but pointedly ignored getting engaged in conversations with them. She led Amanda to an empty table and they sat down, placing their drinks on the table.
"Look, Amanda," Angie began, "I didn't bring you here tonight to shock you or anything -- I really thought you could just use a fun night out, given some of the things you had said yesterday about your 'boring life as a faculty wife'." Angie used her fingers to put quotation marks around that last phrase.
Amanda began to respond. "No, that's. . ." but Angie placed her finger on Amanda's lips and said, "Shhh -- no talking, just listen for a few minutes, okay?"
Amanda nodded her assent as she smelled a mixture of margarita and Angie's perfume on her finger placed directly under her nostrils.
"Okay, good." Angie continued, "I just happen to like this place, it's a very friendly atmosphere, and I thought you would be comfortable here, given that it was just women. I know you've hung out with Ellyn in gay bars before, so I figured you'd be okay here."
"I am," Amanda started to respond, but quickly remembered to what she had agreed and silenced herself before Angie could say anything.
Angie smiled at her. "And then when you asked about the playroom, I decided that rather than glossing over it, that I should treat you like an adult and be honest with you. You obviously had some curiosity about it, so I decided you could see and judge for yourself. As you said, I guessed it wasn't likely you saw anything like that in Podunkville out there in the Midwest." This last statement she said with a smile, and Amanda smiled back and shook her head.
"Now, to get to your question. The answer is, yes, I have played around in there before, as you properly deduced. You know I've been in and out of relationships before, and when I'm in a commited relationship with someone, I honor that commitment and remain monogamous. But when I'm not in a relationship, I like to have fun and play around some. And I feel comfortable admitting to you that I do get a little bit of a rush playing in a setting like that, where I know people could be watching. As well as enjoying a little bit of voyeuristic action watching others in there too." She smiled again at Amanda as she said this.
Amanda smiled back in response, and slowly started to say, "Can I. . ."
Angie laughed heartily and said, "Yes, sweetie, go ahead and ask a question if you want. I've had my say for now."
"Okay, thanks, Ang," Amanda responded, "and thanks for sharing that with me, I appreciate your openness and willingness to trust that I wouldn't freak out either in seeing what went on in there, or in your telling me about your participation." As she said this she reached over and took Angie's hand in her own and squeezed it.
The two women sat like that for a few seconds, before Amanda took her hand back. "But public sex play like that, Ang -- can't the club get in trouble, or lose its license or something?"
Angie thought for a second. "Yeah, you're right -- they probably could. But I think because they keep it quiet, and they only allow the playroom on Girls Night Out, the licensing board either looks the other way or hasn't caught on. They use that room for other things the other nights of the week when it's a mixed crowd."
"Oh, okay, I guess that makes sense."
They both sipped their drinks and were quiet for a moment. "I'm really okay with it," Amanda continued, "I think I was just shocked because I wasn't prepared for it, and as you correctly pointed out, we don't have places like this back home. Or at least not that I know if," she hastily added.
Angie laughed at this last clarifying statement. "Yeah, you're probably right, hon. But let me tell ya -- you never know! Some of those sweet moms at the neighborhood play group could be running off to clubs like this in nearby cities when you least expect it," she said with a wink.
She continued, "Or perhaps even some of those faculty wives you hang out with."
Amanda laughed again, happy to have the humor framing the conversation to make her feel less nervous talking about it. "Oh, I don't know about that."
"Well, would you believe that Kat herself is a college professor?" Angie asked her.
The look of shock on Amanda's face was priceless, thought Angie. "I should have had my camera phone ready for that one," she thought to herself.
"Yup, she teaches women's studies at Framingham State. And Sarah, the woman who asked if I wanted to join in and who" -- and here Angie decided to take a bit of a risk in speaking so crudely -- "was getting her tits tortured by Kat?"
"Yes?" Amanda inquired, her face screwing up a bit at the memory of the beating that the woman named Kat inflicted on the other woman.
"She's got a husband and 2 year-old son at home."
Amanda's mouth shot open in a perfectly round circle in shock at hearing this news. "Get out -- she's married?" she asked unbelievingly.
"Yup."
"Then what the hell was she doing here?"
Angie laughed. "Now that's a stupid question if I ever heard one -- what the fuck did it look like she was doing?" she asked with a big smile on her face.
"W. . .w. . w. . .," Amanda stammered.
