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Cam

The cab pulls up to a terraced building in a decent part of London. I’d done my research after Abby invited me, and it sounds like it’s going to be an interesting night. The Clubhouse isn’t a permanent addition to this building. It’s brought in specially every month for one night only.

There’s a crowd outside, wearing all kinds of outfits. Leather, PVC, satin, lace, a collar and lead.

I pay the driver as quickly as possible, as anticipation floods my veins. I climb out, reaching in to clasp Abby’s hand to help her. I’m in awe as she stands straight on those killer heels. Literally killer; she could stab someone with them if she wanted.

I’m glad I’m here with Abby and that we both want to play. The first time I came to something like this, I just watched with a rock hard cock the whole fucking night. I enjoy watching, but it’s even more fun to participate, knowing others are turned on from watching you. I can’t wait to see Abby’s exhibition streak in action tonight. She’s going to be glorious, I just know it.

“Ready?” I ask, wrapping her arm in mine to help support her. “Tell me, do the shoes stay on?”

“Oh, honey, they can do. You only have to ask if you want to see them next to your ears.” Instant boner. Fuck. She’s going to be the end of me. “I have some flats in my bag I can change into when my feet get sore.” She leans close, mischievousness twinkling in her eyes under the amber street light when she adds, “But I’m hoping I won’t spend too much time on my feet.”

I grin at her. “You do look good on your knees. And your back. And straddling me. I can’t wait to see what positions you contort yourself into tonight.”

We’ve reached the entrance, and Abby holds out a code for scanning on her phone. “I pre-ordered the tickets, so we didn’t have to queue,” she tells me as the woman waves us through.

“Clever girl.” I lean my mouth to her ear to whisper the praise and love the way her body trembles against mine.

“There’s changing rooms and lockers through there. Do you need to get changed?” she asks.

I hesitate, unsure of the set up here. “What are you going to wear?”

“I’m going to leave my coat and bag in a locker and keep everything else on for now. I’ve got a change of clothes for after. There are hooks on the doors and cubby holes for non-valuables.”

“They’ve thought of everything.” I’m impressed.

“Come, let’s find a locker. We can share.” She grips my hand, tugging me through to the unisex changing room. There are people milling around in various states of undress. I can hear the flow of a shower somewhere as Abby guides me over to the wall of lockers. She scans another code on her phone, and a door springs open so we can pile our belongings inside.

“What now?” I ask, happy for her to take the lead.

“We can choose wristbands by the doorway there. They let people know what we’re happy doing. There are condoms near the entrances of the rooms.”

Abby takes a gold wristband labelled for playtime, a rainbow one for LGBTQIA+ friendly, and a black one for paddles and whips. I stand and look at all the options, my cock twitching with anticipation as I pick up the same ones as Abby and also add a red one for rope play.

She smiles as I line them up on my wrist. “Ropes.” She hums. “Of course, that makes sense when you were tied up when I first met you.”

“Saff wants to learn shibari. It wasn’t rope that night, but she’s practiced on me a few times.”

“She must need a lot of rope for your build.” She looks me up and down, hunger evident in her gaze.

I take hold of her chin, leaning down to plant a kiss on her lips, unable to resist.

“Ready?” she asks, breathless as she pulls away.

“As I’ll ever be. Lead on.”

She grasps my hand, tugging me along behind her as we make our way into a large room. The lighting is set low, but there’s enough to see where you’re going and get a glimpse of what everyone is up to. There’s a bar on the far side with bar stools and leaner tables placed in front of it. The other side of the room is taken up by one long bench seat with other stools and chaise lounges planted around.

For the most part, this seems to be a place to warm up rather than get down and dirty. Most patrons still have some clothing on at this point, although my mouth waters as a woman dressed in a PVC cat woman costume with cutouts for her breasts walks past. Her nipples are hard and pierced with something twinkly, and she gives me a salacious grin, trailing her fingertips across my harness.

I look to see Abby’s reaction. There’s a neutral expression on her face and she looks wistfully at Cat Woman as she walks away, swaying her arse like a supermodel.

“She was hot,” Abby says, fanning herself. “What do you think?”

“Uh-huh. I love the outfit,” I tell her with a grin. “You’d look incredible in something like that.”

“Do you think? I dunno if I can pull off ears and a tail.” She winks. “Want a drink or a tour first?”