thrusting, gripping her hips tightly.
“Fuck, Paula, I’m coming.” Then he cried out as his climax shuddered through him.
She almost shoved away from him after hearing her real name again.
“Shit, I’m sorry,” he whispered.
They collapsed onto the floor. He pulled her into his arms and pressed her head on his shoulder. After they caught their breath, Darius sat up. “Hang on, this will sting a bit.” He gently released the clamps. A shock of burning pain made her cry out as well as a few women in the audience.
Pamela came over and draped a cotton towel over them. “Lovely. You two were magnificent. You may clean up in the crew’s quarters and change back into your regular clothes whenever you’re ready. Come back to the bar and I’ll open some champagne.”
“Thank you, Pamela,” Darius said. When she walked away with her martini, he turned to Destiny. “I’m sorry. I can’t believe I shouted out your real name.”
“Don’t worry. I’m sure no one noticed or cared.”
7
Darius placed a gentle hand on Destiny’s shoulder as they entered Dark Odyssey. Sensual music with a rhythmic beat echoed throughout the large hall. He wondered if Destiny would be up for partying here tonight after their meeting with Oliver. Being stressed out over school and money was wearing her down. He had to be honest with her and himself. He desired the added kink and enjoyed the assignments for Dark Odyssey as a way to expand their sexual exploration. Would Destiny adjust to the change in their love life? Nothing wrong with a little variation, as long as she enjoyed it too and didn’t participate because she was desperate for cash. “We should look around after our meeting and see what this place is like during a busy night. Might give us some ideas for future sessions.”
Destiny made a face. “I don’t know. I told you a sex club isn’t my thing.”
Darius laughed a bit. “Considering what we did yesterday, I don’t think it’s far off.”
“Being watched is different than group sex.”
“Okay I get it, different kink. Here you never have to do anything you don’t want to. We can watch, be the voyeurs for a change. We won’t stay long. I know you have to study tomorrow.”
“I don’t understand why Oliver wanted to meet with us at the club so late and while they’re open. This place is packed.” She glanced around the room. “And I think I’m overdressed. I’m wearing way too many clothes compared to the majority of the women.”
“I think you look hot.” She wore a short black dress, not sleazy like some of the women wore, classier, but low cut with black heels. Maybe it was a little dressy, something a woman would wear to an evening cocktail party. The women at this club mostly wore fetish dresses, slinky and revealing. Some had on leather or leather-like outfits, and one woman with huge tits had no top on at all. She strutted around the room greeting the parade of men and women offering her their attentions. “They wear almost anything.”
Destiny chuckled as she noticed the half-naked chick. Across the room, Oliver held a cell phone to his ear. He talked as he navigated the crowd. “How can he hear anything?” Destiny asked.
“Good evening. Thanks for coming in so late,” Oliver said as stuffed the phone in his pocket. “I was just talking about you with Geneva and Bill. They received a very nice compliment from Philip and he intends to use you again. The Ellsworths are friends with Philip. He’s also a business associate.”
“Why did you need to see us, Oliver? Do you have another appointment?” Darius needed to get to the point. He wanted to explore the club with Destiny.
Oliver grinned. “Yes, I do, several, but I wanted to get a feel for your particular tastes by taking a walk by some of the rooms tonight that usually have a lot of activity.”
“We did that the last time we were here.” Destiny crossed her hands in front of her. “Why don’t you just tell
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