Page 17 of The Loneliest Number (The Thirst Trap #3)

Chapter sixteen

Cam

T he 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?”

“We just had a drink. I’ll take the tour.”

We make our way across the room to a corridor on the other side.

“This is where you’ll find the specialist rooms,” she tells me as she guides me along.

“The doors stay open so you can peek in to see if it takes your fancy. There’s a shibari room you might want to check out.

There’s male only, female only, a couple of mixed rooms, including an LGBTQIA+ space.

And at the end here,” she points to an arched doorway.

“is basically a massive orgy space. Pretty much anything goes. Oh, and there was a doorway from the first room… that leads to the exhibition space. It’s great for voyeurs but also just to warm up. Shall we head there first?”

“Happy to follow your lead, Pixie. I take it you want me to use that name tonight?”

“Yes, I’d appreciate that. Thank you.” She reaches up to kiss my cheek. “Any special nicknames for you?”

“Just Cam is good.”

We make our way back down the corridor, pausing to look in the doorways as we go. Abby explains that it will start getting busier any time from now, but this is still fairly quiet.

“Makes you wonder if these guys have amazing stamina and stay all night. Or like to come and go as it were,” Abby says as we pause at the mixed room.

I can count eight bodies in there, all mostly nude.

Two guys share one woman, one taking her mouth while the other pounds into her doggy style.

A male-female couple is laid out on one of the benches, his head between her thighs and to the side of them, another trio, but the lighting is darker, and it’s hard to make out who’s who.

“What time does it finish?” I ask, hoping I have enough stamina for whatever she has planned.

“One in the morning.”

I took my watch off and left it in the locker with my phone and coat, but we’ve not been that long, so I’m guessing it’s about 10 pm right now.

“Jeez, this place is like a Vegas casino, isn’t it? How do people know when it’s time to go home?”

“They do actually ring a last orders bell around 12.30 am and then the lights gradually start to come up just before it ends.”

“Is there anything in particular you want tonight?” I ask her.

“I want to be watched. It gives me a real high. I’m hoping you’re happy to create a show with me.”

“Aye, I’m up for that.” My response rattles my chest when it comes, as my tone is so low. My cock has been at half-mast since her comment about her on her back and her heels at my ears. And seeing all this fucking out in the open, people seeking their own pleasure, has done nothing to dampen it.

She leads me back through the bar, but we get waylaid on our way to the exhibition space when a tall, black guy approaches Abby, pulling her into a hug.

“Pixie, how are you? It’s been a while.” His eyes are all over her. She likes that. His hand strokes up her bare arms, and she quivers.

“Dan, hey.” There’s enough light here to see her whole face fill with joy. “Working or playing tonight?” she asks him.

“Playing. You got any space on your card?” His gaze sweeps over me, and his eyes twinkle as he takes in the wristbands at my wrist. I do my own recon and see he also wears the gold and the rainbow wristband. I give him a nod, and his face lights up with a grin.

“I do. I want to make a show. You up for it?”

“Of course. Tell me what you need me to do.” She leans in close to whisper. His eyes hold mine, so I see them widen as she spills her plans. Shame she’s not sharing them with me. Why not? And why does not knowing turn me on?

“Sound good?” she asks. He licks his lips salaciously.

“Sure fucking does. I’ll meet you in there in ten minutes.”

“Give us thirty. I want to warm this one up first.” She jerks her head at me, and now it’s me widening my eyes with surprise.

“Come on, big guy.” She smiles at me over her shoulder. And I follow her, completely enchanted by her and so fucking horny I will agree to anything right now. I’m getting used to her hand gripping mine and tugging me along now. She’s freakishly strong.

The exhibition space is the biggest room we’ve been in so far.

It’s split into quadrants with a stage in each corner and chairs fanned out around each one.

As I look around, it reminds me of the basement space at The Juniper and I wonder briefly if I should consider something like this.

Two stages are in use right now. One holds a bed with a couple on it, fucking in the missionary position.

I love the simplicity of it. They’re not trying to be fancy or show off any kinks.

They are just getting down and dirty with an audience.

People are sitting in the chairs watching, as well as some standing behind them.

Opposite, there’s a Saint Andrew’s Cross with a naked woman tied to it.

There’s a slightly bigger crowd watching this set up.

Another person sits on a chair on the stage, cock in hand while they watch a third man stalking around the cross with a tasselled whip, striking the woman.

I can’t decide if I’d prefer to be the one on the cross or the one with the whip, but I know the list of things I want to try with Abby is getting longer by the minute.

I pull in a deep breath, wondering what Pixie has planned for us. I feel her gaze on my face, and look down at her.

“Okay?” Her hand strokes up my arm as she checks in with me.

I nod. “Yeah, it’s an amazing set up. Just wish I knew what you had planned.”

“I want to use that stage,” she points across the room to where there is a spanking bench, “with you and Dan.”

“Okay.” I nod, picturing her spread out on the bench while we each get an end. Fuck. My cock is dripping pre-cum as I imagine how good it will feel.

“There’s a couple of options…” she hesitates. My focus is solely on her, despite the low moans coming from each stage and the slapping of skin. “It could be me on the bench. Or it could be you.”

Surprise skitters through me. And admiration that she’s full of such naughty ideas.

“And how do you see that working if I’m on the bench?” I ask, my lips pressed against her ear so she can hear me.

“We could start you on your front and use the bench for its intended purpose.” Her eyebrows waggle as she gives me a light tap on the arse.

“Then we could flip you over, tie you up. I could sit on your face while Dan fucks you.” She’s watching me very closely as she spells it out, and I appreciate her thoughtfulness in checking with me first and being observant of my reactions.

I mull it over. As much as I love the idea of her laid out at the mercy of me and Dan, I’m not against her other suggestion. Not at all, if my twitching cock is any indication, and it’s something I’ve enjoyed previously.

“How about we start with you on the bench, spanking you… and then give the crowd a surprise when it ends up being me on there on my back?”

“Yes.” Her eyes light up with glee. “One hundred times, yes. I knew you’d be fun.” Her hands land on my shoulders, and she rises on her tippy toes. I still have to bend down and meet her halfway to kiss her on the lips.

“Let’s do it,” I whisper, pulling my mouth away from hers just enough to tell her. She gives me a squeeze and takes a step back, her attention caught by Dan striding across the room to us.

“Hey,” she greets him. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah, but I’m needed in about an hour elsewhere, so I was wondering if you guys are ready or want to push it back until later?”

She looks across to me and I nod. “We’re ready.”

Dan gives me a grin. “She filled you in? You’re happy?”

“She did. We’ve decided to change it up a bit though.”

“Ooh, I like a surprise. Don’t tell me.”