Free PlusOne by Cristal Ryder

Chapter One
     
    Karen viewed the room, a little surprised it wasn’t more
intimidating. It was large and actually gracious. Not quite what she expected
for a dungeon. A sex swing hung at one end, a rack standing at the other, and
the spanking bench was in perfect view of the leather couches lining the wall.
    “And this is our dungeon,” Wendy told her and Jill, pride
touching her voice.
    Karen’s heart raced a little faster when she noticed the
bowls of condoms on the end tables. Evidence that she really was in a sex club.
The old Victorian mansion had been beautifully renovated, preserving much of
the architecture with antique mirrors gracing the walls. The dungeon was on the
second floor, along with the coed locker room. She lagged behind Jill as they
followed Wendy up the last flight of stairs to the third level. Where most of
the play happened.
    At the landing, Wendy pointed out a window. The pool was
below, glowing a lovely blue in the night. It was empty but the night was still
early. The sounds of moans came from a room behind them. Curious, Karen turned
and shock made her nearly stumble on her sensible black pumps.
    A woman in a pink room was getting oral. Karen followed the
other ladies toward the open door and couldn’t look away. Wendy carried on
explaining all the rooms around them as if there were nothing peculiar about
the couple having sex in plain view. But then again, she supposed it wasn’t
unusual considering where she was.
    When the guy chowing down on the chick’s pussy glanced up
and made eye contact with Karen, she quickly looked away. But not before she
saw the smile on his cheeks. She hurried to catch up to Wendy and Jill, feeling
a flush burn up her face. The rest of the rooms were empty, which relieved
Karen.
    There was a replica shaggin’ wagon she remembered fondly
from her teenage years. With stickers from the 70s that said, “If this van’s a
rockin’ don’t bother knockin’” and, “Don’t laugh, your daughter might be in
here” stuck on open doors. That sure brought back a rush of memories.
    She smiled and followed Wendy into a bar with beautiful
lighting. One wall had windows into the pink room, which she studiously avoided
looking through. A pole on the raised stage was set off nicely with deep-purple
draperies, surrounded by a few low cocktail tables and plush chairs.
    “Is this where the workshop will be?” Karen inquired, noting
none of the rooms had doors.
    “We might, but first it will start downstairs at the main
bar.”
    Since Jill was going to be the workshop leader, Karen asked
to see some of her moves on the pole here.
    “Sure thing, baby.” She approached the pole like a lover,
her hands fondling the chrome. Jill hooked her ankle around the pole in a
sensual move and lifted herself to the top, falling back, red hair flying, her
micro-miniskirt flipping up to reveal her muscular thighs and a black thong.
    The scene gave Karen a sharp premonition of the night to
come. This wasn’t going to be an innocent pole dance class. Na-uh, not one
little bit. It was going to be a whole lot more. A quaking began deep inside
her. It was a mixture of excitement, trepidation and the beginnings of sexual
arousal.
    “Okay, girlies, let’s finish up the tour downstairs. I need
to get changed.” Wendy’s bubbly voice brought her back to reality.
    They followed Wendy from the bar and Karen couldn’t resist
the urge to look in the pink room. Dude was still going at it and the woman’s
moans were getting louder. Soon she would have her orgasm. Making Karen crave
one as well.
    On the next level down, Wendy pointed out the coed lockers
and towels again. “Feel free to change and store your stuff.”
    Downstairs, the bar was filling up with a variety of people.
Now she knew the purpose of the towels. They were for the guys to wear. Karen
took it all in and her gaze stopped on a couple next to the bar. The woman wore
a barely there dress and the man only a towel. Karen glanced