Free Too hot to handle by Liz Gavin Page A

the Club tonight.”
    My muscles
tense, my spine goes rigid but I don’t say a word. I’m sure he senses I’m
uncomfortable at the idea of walking around naked, though.
    “Good girl! It’s
rare to find an actress who’s not a bit of an exhibitionist,” he winks at Jenny
who chuckles in response.
    I drop my
clothes on the bed as a wave of nausea churns in my stomach.
    “Oh, my
god! This can’t be happening!”
    I panic. I
must keep calm not to disappoint my Master, again. After all, he has prepared
the surprise for me. I try to remember my yoga classes and the techniques I’ve
learned to relax. None seem to work, though.
    “Don’t look
so sad. If you behave and make me proud of your performance, I’ll fuck you,
too.”
    Sam turns
and walks to the other side of the room to talk with Jenny. They speak so
quietly I can’t hear a word. No amount of yoga breathing exercises can save me
now. My throat closes and my stomach somersaults. What does he mean by that?
Who else is going to fuck me in public?
    They return
to my side and he signals me to follow them. We go down the stairs to the
second floor, pass a series of closed doors. There’s nobody around. Maybe there
isn’t anybody else at the Club tonight. I can’t hear a thing, anyway.
    At the end
of the corridor, we pause in front of a closed double door. When Jenny opens it
wide, bright lights and a cacophony of voices, shouts and wails greet us.
    “Oh, hell,
I’m fucked up,” I groan and freeze as the huge room comes into sight.
    There are
dozens of people, maybe a hundred. I can’t tell who are the clients and who are
the staff. They are dressed in costumes, in leather, in lace, and in plain
clothes. Many are undressed. Some wear masks, some are on leashes moving on
their fours, and others are trussed up. There are people hanging from cuffs
attached to the walls, others from harnesses hanging from the ceiling. People
are being flogged with all kinds of different crops. Others are being paddled.
There are people fucking their brains out in pairs, threesomes and more. And
many are mere spectators, watching the action around them without taking part
in any activity.
    “Come, pet.
I won’t tell you twice.”
    Sam holds
his hand out to me.
    “I know you
can do it. You need to have more faith in yourself.”
    His words,
and the sweet tone he uses, give me strength and I place my soft hand in his.
My fingers disappear inside this warm palm as he pulls me flush against his
front. His heat envelopes me, and the panic dissolves into nothing. I relax
against his hard chest and muscular thighs. Sam leans down and brushes my lips.
    “That’s my
girl. Now go with Jenny. I’ll be over there.”
    He dismisses
me kind of coldly and moves to the other side of the room without glancing
back.
    Jenny is
wearing a strapless mini-dress that hugs every dangerous curve of her petite
body. Her perfect butt sways in front of me as we walk through the crowd. I
can’t control my reaction and the liquid lust pools inside my hot pussy coating
the top of my thighs. When we reach a raised platform, in the center of the
room, Jenny signals me to step up. As I pass by her, she grabs my face and
kisses me, deep and hard. My blood rushes through my veins making my ears ring
and drowning all thoughts. The room disappears, and I can’t hear anything
except my heart beating in my throat and the butterflies in my stomach. Until a
loud smacking sound breaks the spell and a hard surface abuses my ass.
    “Move. Up
the stage. Now!”
    I look down
and see Jenny is holding a wooden paddle and smiling wickedly. Not even her
dimples can soften the effect of that smile.
    “Fuck,
I’m in trouble.”
    I climb up
as fast as my wobbly legs allow me to move. I look around the room and a new
wave of panic threatens to make me bolt to the door. I had hoped the spectators
would ignore us in favor of other more interesting scenes. I figured the other
people were too busy having fun to pay any attention to