Page 4 of Frat Row

I blink rapidly, willing my eyes to adjust to the dimly lit room.

On the right side of the room are more whips and chains than I can count, all different sizes, hanging from the wall.

Below is a selection of dildos in every size and color on a small table.

This must be some sort of sex room or type of sex club.

My eyes venture over to the middle of the room, where I see a king-size bed with four tall posts and a black fitted sheet.

My mouth drops open, and I gasp. On the bed is a woman with her legs and hands chained to the bed posts but with enough slack from the chains so she can be on all fours naked with her glistening pussy and ass on full display.

She is blindfolded with her head facing the wall behind the headboard with a leash tightly around her neck that a man is roughly pulling on, making her head bend at an odd angle.

Spit and drool fly out of her mouth, and she gags while he thrusts, showing no mercy while she deep-throats his cock.

At the same time, another man is fucking her ass so violently while pulling on a silver chain as he thrusts all the way in and out.

He groans, and I now see the silver chain is hooked to nipple clamps.

She’s moaning so loudly I’m surprised I didn’t hear her while walking through the hallway.

I feel myself getting wet, and I am so turned on.

Finally, the guy that was fucking her mouth pulls out, and streams of cum jet out all over her face.

He releases the leash and gets underneath her body, placing his head directly under her pussy.

He lifts up and starts feasting on her clit and hole, tongue fucking her.

She’s shaking now; her orgasm is obviously close.

The man fucking her ass finds his relief and cums inside her.

Some of it dribbles out, and he catches it with his fingers and stuffs it back in her hole, then gives her ass a loud smack.

She lets the orgasm take over her, screaming and writhing while she rides the man’s face.

I stumble backward in shock, almost tripping over my own feet.

There is another threesome taking place in this room with three men.

One man is on his back with his head hanging off the edge of the bed and has a black chain collar around his neck, while another one is fucking him so hard the bed seems like it could break as it rocks back and forth while he grips the chain.

A third man with pierced nipples stands in front of the man being fucked, forcing him to deep-throat his cock.

Not able to hold back anymore, I reach up under my skirt and begin to rub my clit back and forth; I know how to quickly get myself off. I’m so wet already and so turned on by the sight of this. I can tell I’m close.

The guy on his back moans loudly while taking cocks in both of his holes. Everyone is in sync with each other, and animalistic noises fill the air.

In a frenzy, I start flicking my clit faster while putting more pressure on it, whimpering quietly because I am about to come.

I find my release at the exact moment they do, and shivers wrack through my body as I watch both guys pull out and come all over the guy lying down.

They’re breathing hard, sweat shining on their faces.

Suddenly, they take their fingers and spread their mixed cum all over his stomach, putting it in their mouths and turning to each other to share deep kisses.

This is what must be going on in all these rooms. I’m intrigued and want to come back or at least stay a little longer, but I know Blair is waiting on me, and before she gets sucked into one of those booths, I turn away, a little flushed in the face, and practically sprint to find the bathroom.

I fling open the bathroom door and notice that there are only two huge stalls, and both are empty, thank baby Jesus.

I pick the furthest stall and pee faster than I ever have in my life.

Afterward, I make my way to the sink and wash my hands.

I look around and notice that the bathroom matches the basement’s Gothic, all-black aesthetic.

Even the wallpaper has the same black velvet with intricate designs.

I lean down to splash some water on my face to cool down from how hot what I just witnessed was.

As I look back up from the sink, I startle when I see a woman standing beside me in the mirror.

I didn’t even hear her walk in. She stands there and washes her hands in the sink beside me.

The gloves she was wearing are placed on the side of the sink, and I glance over and notice a number on her wrist I can’t really make out because it’s so small.

It starts with an eight. Confused, I shrug to myself.

Some people have a lucky number or a number that means something to them.

She is decked out in a dominatrix outfit: leather boots, a leather one-piece that is thong-style, showing off her curvaceous ass while also hugging all her curves and the same lingerie mask as the other women working here.

She slips her gloves back on and starts applying red lipstick.

She looks magnificent, and I can’t help but gawk at her.

She arches her eyebrow at me, catching my eye in the mirror, and asks, “I can tell this is your first time here, right?”

“Wow, is it that obvious?” I ask sheepishly, looking her in the eye.

Her eyes look lifeless as if her soul has been completely removed from her body, and this is just a regular night for her. It instantly gave me chills and a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach.

“Take my advice and get out of here as soon as you possibly can, and don’t ever come back,” she says angrily and then abruptly leaves the bathroom as if she is scared of something.

I gape at her in shock while rapidly drying my hands, not even caring that the paper towel didn’t land in the wastebasket, and I scurry out of there.