Chapter 10 It's Gettin' Hott In Here, So Take Off All Your Clothes!

  As a sort of midsummer celebration, and ode to the ungodly heat wave that has taken over New York City with no end in sight, August will be my first theme night at the club.

'TOO HOTT IN HERE FOR YOUR CLOTHES!'

My Uncle got the play-on-words from the old, yet still famous, rap song from the early two-thousands, but they were truly corny! A genuine dad joke I've heard so much about in my opinion! But, obviously a great way to make people get naked. Go figure!

The weekend before opening night of the club Mel called me to go over some of the more finer details about the event. Everyone at the club was required to wear masks covering their faces that night, instead of just the GEM's. Each mask needed to be unique and different to match the wearers personality. Each year the members and GEM's would have an unspoken competition to see who could come up with the best one, and neither Mel or I wanted to lose!

Mel and I met up the next afternoon at the same sex shop she took me to before for some shopping. We spent the next two hours trying on all sorts of different style and shape masks on display. Trying to outdo the other with each new selection, and make the other laugh. Neither of us stopped until we were both on the floor holding onto each other so we wouldn't fall over laughing so hard we were crying.

In the end Mel and I found the perfect pieces of art just for us! Mel's looked just like the one from The Phantom Of The Opera. Solid white in color, and the jig-saw puzzle edge. Simple, and completely understated.

Mine, on the other hand, couldn't be more flashy, yet absolutely beautiful if it tried! It was a traditional Mardi Gras style mask. The base color was black with rhinestones running along the edge. There was a lite, royal blue pattern on top of the black, and a silver swirl designed to curve across the cheekbones.

Mel smiled in sheer delight as she swiped the club's credit card to pay. I gave her a questioning look, because I remember she told me she had to give that back when we finished shopping last month. She just shrugs like that should be enough.

"What?.." Mel asks me innocently, but the laughter is shining clearly from her eyes.

"Absolutely nothing." I tell her. That's one can of worms I'm not going to stick my foot in and open!

"That's what I thought!" Mel says to me, sounding cocky as she takes the receipt and bags from the clerks hands. "Thanks. Let's go buy some new shoes to match these babies. I mean that is the exact instructions I got when given this card, so that's what we are going to do!"

I laugh at her logic as she pulls me out of the door of the shop, and down the street to the shoe store. Mel and I spend about an hour inside before walking back out loaded down with even more bags. We decide to have a quick lunch at a small cafe around the corner.

While we eat, Mel and I make plans to meet up at her apartment next Saturday afternoon to get ready. Then share a cab to the club afterwards. We finish up about forty-five minutes later, and say our goodbyes.

The rest of the week seems to drag on. Until Saturday eventually arrives, and I'm a walking nervous wreck from the beginning. I take a shower, blow dry my hair, and put on one of my favorite outfits. A pair of ripped skinny jeans, off the shoulder sweatshirt, and a pair of black ankle boots. I take the bag with the shoes and mask inside with me out of the apartment, and into a cab. Arriving at Mel's around five o'clock that afternoon.

Mel insisted on doing my make-up and hair for tonight. That's why I didn't bother on doing any of it myself before leaving earlier, and after she opens the door, then scans the clean canvas she has to work with, her smile grows even bigger.

"C'mon in Honey! I've been dying to get my hands on you all week!" Mel doesn't let me say anything back. Before pulling me through the door by the hand. While closing it with her other, and ushering me across her apartment. Into what I assume is her room, The Master, and into the nice sized en-suite.

She guides me to sit on a stool in front of the counter covered in mirrors along the top of the wall. She looks over my hair and face in the mirror in devious glee. The look scares me a tiny bit, so I close my eyes and just relax. Letting Mel do whatever she wants while we talk and have a good time enjoying ourselves.

It takes Mel an hour and fifteen minutes to finish with me. When I can finally bring myself to open my eyes I jump back in shock. I can't believe the person looking back at me right now is actually me!

Mel curled my long hair into quarter size wild, sexy-looking, ringlets that frame my face, and have tiny glistening rhinestones scattered throughout the locks. She gave me a beautiful smokey eye effect on my make-up. Using the same color blue and silver from my mask. Then covered my lips with a bright blood red stain to finish.

I heard Mel clear her throat snapping me from my gazing instantly. I gave her a sheepish look feeling my cheeks flaming from embarrassment. She had the box with my shoes in her hands trying to give them to me to put on, and it took a few seconds for that to click in my stunned brain. I just stare at her until it finally clicks, but that gives me just enough time to notice how different she looks tonight as well

Her long blond hair looks wild, and kinky around her head. Making it look like she's just coming from someone's bed already! Her eyes are lined in a thick black line of coal on the top and bottom. As well as a perfect cat-like flick to the ends, and the same red stain on her lips as mine. Her mask covers her face perfectly, and the clear strings are hidden in her hair, so it looks like the mask is made into her face. Just like the character in the Opera.

I blink a few times, and feel my cheeks get even redder from embarrassment. I take the shoes from Mel's outstretched hands, and carefully bend over to put them on, but leaving the rest of my outfit just the way it is.

"Sorry. I got dumbstruck for a minute. I can't believe what you did Mel. It's truly amazing." I tell her as I slide the heels on my feet. Then stand up from the stool, and hold my arms out. "How do I look?" I ask her, spinning around slowly.

Mel laughs at me. "Like a Masterpiece. Now come on, or we will be late."

"Yes Ma'am!" I laugh too, and follow her back to the front door.

Thankfully Mel thought to order us a car before she finished with me, so we wouldn't have to stand outside waiting long, or try and hail a cab on a busy night either. We made it to the club in twenty-five minutes, and rushed up the steps into the club seconds later.

We stopped in front of Duke to check-in. Mel still managed to flirt with the big, silent man in just the few moments we were standing there! Before she pulled me through the doors into the main room of the club, and down the stairs to the basement. Leading us all the way to the locker rooms behind THE HOLE, so we could get undressed.

I carefully maneuvered the clothes over my hair and face, so I didn't smudge or mess anything up. Then I folded each piece up into a neat little stack, and placed them on the shelf in my locker. I took out a black silk robe from inside I'd never seen before, and wrapped it around my naked body. Once I finish I turn to face Mel giving her a small nervous smile as I play with the end of the sash around the robe.

"Don't be nervous, Abbie. Remember what we talked about. It's time to go out there and roar! Are you ready for this?" Mel asks, trying to brighten my spirits up again.

I drop the sash balling my hands into fist, straighten my back up, bring my shoulders all the way back, and hold my head up high as I answer her. "As I'll ever be!"

"That's my girl! Why don't you go on down to the breakroom, and see what our assignment is for tonight? I'll be there in a few more minutes. I just need to check on something first." Mel tells me, and I nod my head okay as I walk out the door.

I'm in such an incredible mood at the moment I skip down the hallway to the breakroom. I stop just outside the door, and straighten myself back up before walking through the doorway. I smile and greet the few other GEM's already inside as I make my way to the back of the room. Where the bulletin board hangs with tonight's assignments already written on it.

I slowly scan my across the chart looking for mine and Mel's names. It doesn't take long since they are side by side, in the same room it looks like. Mel's name is under the Spanking Bench. While it says I'm on the Spread Eagle.

"Hell Yea! Thank You Sherry! That means she put us in the same room tonight! Doesn't that sound awesome?" Mel asks way too over excited about this new information than I am, and slides her arm through mine hooking them together.

"So awesome! What does the Spread Eagle do again?" I ask her trying to keep the nervousness from creeping out in my tone.

"Well." Mel says first, thinking. "You get to lay out on a big, comfy massage table all night. Your face and tops of your shoulders are behind the wall, but the curtain is pulled up, so the other members can actually see your face partially. Your arms will be stretched out to the side, and strapped down to the table at the wrists and forearms. While your legs are stretched forward, and shackled around the ankles and thighs."

"Well that doesn't sound so bad." I say apprehensively.

Mel gives me a wicked look before replying. "Did I forget to mention the legs, and torso portions of the table can move, or come apart whichever way the person wants? The sky really is the limit on what you can do in that station, My Friend!"

My eyes feel like they are about to pop out of their sockets any second now. I almost forgot to breath! But, I manage to gasp out two simple words. "Holy Fuck!"

Mel doubles over in laughter. It takes her a full minute to calm down just enough to wheeze out her reply to me. "That's exactly what's going to happen!"

As soon as she finishes the ten minute warning bell sounds through the speakers of the club. Mel manages to straighten herself up, and begin to pull us out of the break room, and down the back hallway to a room at the very end.

Inside the small room are two stations with the same cabinet in the corner of the room. Housing several stacks of towels, and different cleaning supplies. Mel takes us to the table on the left side of the room, and motions for me to lay down.

I take a deep breath in, then untie the sash around my robe, and silently let it fall to the floor at my feet. Mel takes my hand helping me lay down on the table, and scoot the lower half of my body into place. Then she pushes the entire base of the table forward, further out of the hole in the wall, locking it into place.

Mel gives me a reassuring smile before walking to the other bench in the room. She places her robe on top of the chest beside the towels. Then she climbs up on the table, sliding her legs through the hole in the wall up to her hips, and then turns her entire body face down on the table. Mel releases a deep sigh once she's finally into place, and turns to face me.

Right about the same time I feel two sets of hands pull a leather strap over one of my wrists and ankles strapping me down to the table from the other side of the wall. The unexpected touch made me and my heart beat jump through the roof! With each strap locked into place a new knot forms in my stomach.

I try to hide the sheer terror I feel inside as I look over at Mel. Music starts playing through the club speakers at that exact moment. Mel gives me a wink, and a cocky shit-eating grin.

"Let's Roar, My Friend!"

I send her a shaky smile that gets stronger by the second, and give her my best saucy roar. Then relax my body completely, and give in to the moment. Whatever that may be.

It isn't long before Mel lets out a surprised gasp. Before closing her eyes tight, and letting out a deep, wanting moan. Someone is obviously playing with her body already, and doing a good job by the looks of it.

I can't seem to take my eyes off of her! As she arches the top half of her body up to rest on her elbows. Her cheeks and neck are already flushed with color to the tops of her voluptuous heaving breast. Her moist lips parted as she gasped in tiny breaths.

Then her body begins to spasm and twitch from the unseen pleasure being forced onto it. Her nipples seem to grow as they beg for attention. The moans coming from deep within her are louder than the one before. I must admit, the sight of her body, and the sounds she's making, are turning me on more than the hands did last month!

I try to pull my thighs together, desperate for some type of friction to help sway the increasing ache between my legs. But, try as I might, I can't move a single inch! My pussy is completely soaked, and spread open for the cool wind of the club and prying eyes to feast upon. My nipples are hard little aching beads standing proudly on my chest. Begging for any form of attention.

Which is just reason number one hundred forty-six makes me even more pissed off, and desperate, that I can't touch my own self!

I have to admit, when Mel made such a big deal about us being paired in the same room last month, I couldn't understand why for the life of me. But, now I do! I can feel my body about to detonate into a blissful orgasm, right along with Mel, from her sounds and the intense look of pleasure on her face.

My wide eyes are glued to her trembling body as she falls over the edge into that great abyss. I'm so focused on her I'm completely caught off guard when a pair of hands touch my body from the other side of the wall. The big, strong fingers pinching my pleading nipples and twisting, hard to the point of pain.

I gasp loudly from both the immense amount of pleasure and pain flooding my system. Then try to arch my body forward away from the fingers without much success. But, thankfully the fingers release their grip moments later. Just as Mel finishes riding the wave of her orgasm.

Mel is finally quiet, but I can't spare her another second of my focus. Both sets of fingers begin to glide around the outer edge of my areolas. Before cupping each breast in their palms, and ruffly scratching a fingernail across the tip of each nipple several times. Then moving away just as abruptly.

Every part of my being is waiting anxiously for what's to come next. Several long moments later I feel a hot, wet mouth cover my right nipple , and my left is pinched and pulled to a point in the most exquisitely pleasurable way!

A loud wanton moan rushes out from my lips from the feeling. While a shiver rakes across my entire body. With each swipe of the tongue across my nipple a fresh drop of cream leaves my center, and puddles on top of the table beneath me. A clear sign of how much my body actually wants all of what is happening to it right now. No matter how bad my brain says I should feel about it afterwards.

I lose track of time as the mouth lavishes my breast, but instantly feel like begging when it stops. Suddenly, the legs of the table are pushed as far apart as they can go. The sudden gush of wind hitting my soaked folds make goosebumps erupt along my burning, and chilled flesh.

I hear a small click indicating the table is locked into place. Then a different set of hands begin outlining my swollen clit. Moving around the top of the hood, around to my core, and then back up again. Always staying outside of my quivering sex, and changing up the movements between a figure eight pattern, to regular circles.

The mouth covering my right breast releases it with a pop. Only to replace it with the other set of fingers. Pinching my wet nipple between it's punishing grip for a solid minute. Before releasing the throbbing nub to lavish with the mouth. But, only for a moment. Before switching their attention to the other breast.

My focus is solely on the mouth's alternating movements. That is until the hand at my center finally moves lower touching my clit. The circular movements start out slow at first, but quickly gain speed and pressure. Before coming to a stop altogether, and moving away from my body completely for several moments. Only to begin the same punishing treatment again.

The hot, wet mouth, and pair of calloused, strong hands bring me to the edge quickly. But, it's just not enough to send me soaring over that cliff. The exquisite torture continuing with no end in sight!

The slow pleasure continues to drive me crazy until I'm whimpering like a scared little puppy! My eyes are sealed tightly closed, and my head is rocking from side to side. Muted, unintelligible pleas for mercy were leaving my lips like a chant, or a prayer. My mind and body are clearly on opposite pages when it comes to what they want at the moment, but I can't think about that for very long.

After being driven up to the ledge of that blissfully peaceful abyss for the eighth time, I can't stop the desperate, whinny, needy cry from escaping. I have a need for something to fill my core and make me cum like never before! But, my pleas seem to fall on deaf ears. Instead both individuals stop their movements, and step away from my heated body and needy cunt.

I have just enough room in my shackles to tilt my hips upwards a fraction of an inch or two, so I use the tiny space to rock my hips back and forth. Blatantly waving my dripping sex in the air as a clear invitation for whoever might be watching.

Let's face it, I'm begging really! But, a girls got to do, what a girls got to do! Am I right?

My need to cum becomes so great I can hardly stand it! I turn my face toward Mel with a wide-eyed look of desperation. I guess I just need to see some sort of sympathy for what I'm going through from her. Only I can forget about that from Mel!

This woman is clearly in the throws of ecstasy! She has her eyes closed, and a dopey smile of pure pleasure on her face. I feel myself physically turn green with envy from that look, and a raging shot of anger burns away part of the arousal clouding my system.

Fine Then! If these Assholes won't finish what they CLEARLY started, then I WILL! Someway..

I begin to violently thrash my body around trying to get myself out of the restraints. I didn't spare a single thought to the fact I could hurt myself, or possibly lose a finger. I'm determined with everything in me to at least get one of my hands free. But, after a while of pulling and tugging my skin has almost rubbed raw in some spots, so I give up begrudgingly.

'It's no fucking use! I can't get free, and this burning need consuming my body is driving me absolutely insane!' I think to myself, and huff out an angry breath.

My anger quickly deflates, and my eyes fill with unshed tears from the need, and copious amounts of frustration overpowering my emotions at the moment. I feel like a child being denied their favorite toy, and I don't know what to do, or how to cope.

I can't tell you how long I had to lay there falling further and further into a dark hole of nothingness. Devoid of all light and pleasure, and no obvious way to break free. Leaving me with only the longing and burning need. Until eventually I feel the table shift, and groan slightly, as someone gets on top of the table, and moves to sit gently across my hips.

I feel the first pair of rough hands move back to my breast. Cupping each one in their palms, and squeeze the globes together. While they rake their thumb nails roughly over my nipples.

I can't stop my sultry, needy moan from filling the small room from the shocking, and intense pleasure assaulting my body.

But, then with a move that must have been practiced many times before, I feel two, very long, hard, meaty cocks thrust themselves into my body. One slamming balls deep into my slippery core. Stretching my walls further than ever before. While the second cock thrust itself upward sandwiching itself between my breasts.

Instantly I scream as my orgasm comes crashing through my body with that first thrust. Neither of the pounding cocks give me a second to recover though. Both driving for their own release, and giving little thought to anything else.

The hard shaft pumping away between my cleavage feels a little more than average, but is making me feel so different! Almost dirty, while also being so incredible, really than I ever imagined anything like this would.

The fingers are pulling and twisting my nipples with each forward stroke. Then gently rubbing the sting away from the nub as the cock retreats. The wrinkled skin covering it's ball sack tickles my skin with each pass, causing me to smile.

Unlike the first cocks slow, determined strokes, the cock at my core is working at a dizzying speed! The long, thick, bulbous head is kissing the opening of my womb with each downward thrust of the person's hips. While their hands join in on the action.

One of their hands begins to rub slow delicious circles around my clit. Making tiny fireworks go off across my skin. While the other runs several fingers through my slick folds. Gathering as much of my cream as possible, and moving down to my back passage. Rubbing the copious amount of juice into the tight ring of muscles.

I stop breathing as soon as the searching fingers reach their southern destination. My sweaty, over-stimulated body is strung up so tightly! Any second now a mind numbing orgasm is going to take me, and maybe claim something more of myself than I'm willing to give right now. I moan at the thought, but I'm not sure if it's from fear, or anticipation.

I desperately keep trying to free myself. Silently begging and praying to magically be freed. I've had just about enough of this torture being inflicted upon my body tonight!

Who really needs two cocks when I can finish the job all by myself!

The continuing feminist rant going on inside my head helps me forget about the fingers circling my asshole. That is, until one lone finger thrust itself upwards, passing the tight ring of muscles to the first knuckle. The painful pleasure triggers my orgasm immediately, and I scream myself hoarse! My vision goes completely black, and the rest of the world around me goes silent.

The powerful release gushes out of my body, and both men seem to lose control then. Lips, teeth, tongue, fingers, and cocks all seem to pick up their pace, and continue to inflict pure havoc to my body.

The cock between my breast keeps leaving a small drop of pre-cum on my bottom lip as it bottoms out. Teasing me even further with the small taste of milky goodness. While the hand scissoring and stretching it's way into my ass has managed to fill it with three thrusting fingers. Each one sending a bolt of dark, burning pleasure zinging through my bloodstream. That has me on the edge again within seconds.

Moments later I hear a loud masculine groan come from the other side of the wall. Then the shaft nestled between my boobs erupts with a bit of a pent-up force. Shooting it's thick, milky seed along the top of my neck and chest. With the majority coming to rest in a small puddle inside the hollow spot at the base of my neck.

I feel the cock twitch several times. Pumping a few more small drops of cum onto my chest after each slowing thrust. Before coming to a stop altogether. But, instead of the person getting off of me, I feel them lean over, and start lapping up their own jizz from my flesh.

I enjoy the strange feeling for only a moment, before shifting all of my focus to the other individual still taking their fill of my body. The fingers stop in my ass, stop their thrusting to curl upwards, and rub against the cock continuing to slam its way in and out of my core. While their other hand holds pressure directly to my clit. Before pinching the sensitive nub between their fingertips.

Then, with one final slam, I feel the condom fill with a massive explosion while still inside me. While the mouth at my breast bites down, hard. That final fiery flash of pleasurable pain sends me over the cliff one last time.

Ever nerve ending in my body is short-circuiting making me shake from head to toe. My teeth are chattering, my clit is throbbing in time with each click of my teeth. My body is so sensitive I'm seriously getting to the point I don't think I could even stand another's touch.

Goosebumps break out across my skin as the man between my legs goes down onto his knees and cleans my pussy with his mouth and tongue. While the person standing next to my waist one comes back to lick my chest cleaned. Afterwards both individuals leave my body without a word.

My chest is heaving from trying to get some much needed oxygen back into my lungs. My heart is beating so loud inside my chest it sounds like a drum pounding away. I lost all meaning of time while I laid there trying to get my body back under my control. The music from the speakers stops, and the lights are brightened back up.

I turn to face Mel laying beside me also waiting to be freed from her restraints just like me. We have matching shit-eating grins on our faces. Both of us in almost a stunned disbelief about what just happened. But, with so many different, incredible strong feelings running through my body at that moment I knew it was all real, and I didn't have the slightest clue what to say to her.

Finally, I said the only thing I could think to describe everything that just happened. "Holy shit!"

Mel starts laughing full-on, but barely manages to get a few words out between the giggles. "Yeah, girl! I know exactly what you mean!"

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Hey all you amazing people!!!

SOOOO.....I have a bit of bad news...

This will be the last chapter of the rewritten version I'm going to post. That way it will give y'all something to look forward to once the book is finally published! (Cross your fingers!!)

I'll add a special note to the end of this book once the glorious day comes, so be on the look out for that!

But, before that, I would really like to know what y'all think so far? Do you like the rewrite? Do you like the added details to the story? How about the characters now? Let me know please!!!!

Well, Until next time my kinky freaks!!

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