Free One Hot Night by Megan West Page B

Yet, if she listened to Bethany, there was a
whole other world of sex that she hadn’t even tapped into. A world where sex
wasn’t just an activity that happened sometimes when the stars aligned, but
something to be pursued, enjoyed, savored —like
a good glass of wine. She shivered suddenly, wondering what it might be like to
have a man be so singularly devoted to the sensations that he was producing in
her body.

 
        Even if some of them involved pain.

 
        Katherine was snapped out of her thoughts by
the taxi pulling up to the curb. She quickly paid and stepped out, careful of
her stilettos on the uneven sidewalk and not flashing anyone in her short
dress.

 
        The door to the club was a wrought-iron gate
flush with the wall, through which she could see a set of steps that descended
into a faintly lit darkness. There was a purple carpet rolled out onto the
sidewalk, and several black-clad bouncers hanging around the entrance. She
walked directly to the front and showed them her ID.

 
    “I’m on the list.
Invitee of Bethany Rockland.”

 
        One of the bouncers looked confused, but the
other, clearly more experienced, shook his head and pointed to the list.
“Mistress Venus.”

 
        Katherine blinked, but said nothing.

 
        They found her name, and the bouncer
produced a ring of keys that looked as though they belonged to a medieval
prison. He unlocked the gate and swung it open. “Enjoy your evening, Miss.”

 
        Katherine smiled, and then focused on the
task of walking somewhat gracefully down the steep, dark stairs. She was
greeted immediately by a woman dressed only in a complicated mess of black
leather straps. One went across her breasts, obscuring her nipples, while
another wrapped just beneath them, pushing them upwards. Two crossed over her
abdomen in an X, while another went directly between her legs. She was
barefoot, and wore a thin black collar around her neck with a silver loop hanging
from it. She was balancing a tray of drinks, and handed Katherine a glass of
champagne.

 
        She accepted it and took a sip. It was
delicious and tasted expensive. She secretly looked the woman up and down—a
dominant, maybe? She suppressed a giggle at the thought. How very appropriate.
She took another sip. Maybe she would be hanging around for a little while.

 
        She made her way down a purple-carpeted
hallway. Antique lanterns were hanging from the walls, lighting her way dimly.
All the way down, women stood stiffly in exact intervals, stone-faced and
silent. They were nearly nude, with only black leather pasties encrusted in
jewels covering their nipples, and skimpy black panties. All wore the same thin
black collars. At the very end was another wrought-iron gate, and Katherine
blinked, her eyes widening.

 
    A tall woman in
black high heels, her blonde hair tumbling around her shoulders, stood with a
ring of keys in her hand. She was completely nude except for the collar, from
which a thin gold chain ran, stringing through two gold hoops pierced through
her nipples, and down between her legs. Katherine shuddered a little, quickly
imagining what else it was clipped to.

 
        The woman moved gracefully, unlocking the
gate and holding it open. “Enjoy your evening, Mistress.”

 
        Katherine walked quickly through the gate,
clutching her champagne with slightly rattled nerves. She stepped out, and
found herself in a huge, circular room. The floor was hardwood, and the walls
were all heavy stone, resembling a medieval castle. There was a marble bar in
the center, and a huge stage built out of stone jutting from one wall. At the
other end, a winding iron staircase led up to a balcony, and presumably
somewhere else as well. There was another wrought-iron gate in one section of
the wall, and Katherine wondered where it went.

 
        She had a suspicion she might not want to
know.

 
        She headed for the bar, still