Chapter 4
player three
Nova
I trail behind the hostess, Lila, who walks entirely too fast, but I do my best to keep up. Despite the obvious distractions, the halls are filled with entangled bodies, roaming hands and moans of pleasure. She is completely unfazed by the busyness, causing me to wonder how anyone could focus here.
It’s not my first time at a kink club, but I’m new to Lilith’s. I was invited by friends who are members that covered a guest pass for me to attend. I’d never heard of it before and can only hope that this isn’t the last time I witness the greatness within these walls.
The hostess was kind enough to offer a tour.
There’s something about the atmosphere that makes me feel more excited than nervous.
I have never seen a more free crowd of people just giving into their pleasure and owning it.
It’s empowering and I couldn’t think of a better place to spend the evening with Savannah and Amir.
“My friends asked me to meet them at the bar,” I say, hoping her hurried footsteps will guide me in the right direction.
Friends isn’t the best word, but I’m sure this woman wouldn’t judge.
“Of course. Follow me,” she instructs, powering forward.
I stay back, maintaining a quickened pace that’s far from a speed walk, since I’d prefer not to break a sweat before the night begins.
The red latex dress I chose clings to every curve while showing off the floral tattoo sleeves on my thigh and arm.
I feared the slit may have been too high, but judging by their reactions to the photo I sent, it was perfect.
Good.
I feel sexy, but nervous. It’s odd because I don’t usually feel this way.
I took my time pinning each curl ‘til it cooled before brushing them out carefully. There’s not a hair out of place, and while it won’t stay that way, I’d still like to make a good impression. I want them to feel confident in choosing me for this.
I want to please them.
Lila leaves me outside of the bar, but not before reminding me of the rules of consent and the meanings of all the club bracelets, encouraging me to take my time deciding, but to be wearing one before entering the play areas.
Savannah and Amir sent over a form to fill out regarding my kinks, comfort, and safewords, which I always appreciate. We’ve had great chemistry so far, share a similar sense of humor and a lot of the same interests.
I grab a seat by the bar, ordering a glass of wine while toying with the yellow bracelet on my wrist, recalling the spiel I just received from Lila.
“Yellow if you’re interested in multiple partners. Green if you are down for whoever and whatever.”
The clock behind the bar ticks in anticipation, mirroring my heartbeat as I tip back a swallow of Sauvignon Blanc.
Anxiously awaiting the man and woman I’ve been flirting with online to arrive, on the hour.
Amir and Savannah, who prefers Savvy or Sav, have been married for eight years.
Happily, I might add. Happiness is how these things “work.”
I’m no stranger to these types of arrangements and neither are they, upholding an annual tradition of inviting a third to join them for one night only. It was simple enough to agree. No commitments and no contact after. I couldn’t have drafted a more foolproof agreement myself.
However, I really have enjoyed getting to know them over the past few weeks.
I’ve only gotten a glimpse of what they are like behind closed doors and it only enticed me more.
My mind flits back to when they so graciously gave me a sample of what to expect last week on FaceTime.
Their chemistry and his attentiveness to her body and needs was unlike anything I’ve ever seen.
I imagine him driving into her as those perfect breasts bounced, desperate for my attention. I stifled my moans, pleasing myself to her needy cries as he devoured her. I’ve replayed it in my mind ever since.
Savannah is so gorgeous, it’s not even funny.
I couldn’t help but to swipe and message her first. I’m overcome with the need to know how it feels to hold her and have my hands roam that curvy figure and I’d give anything to have those long legs wrapped around me.
I’ve always liked tall women, but she’s a dream.
If I’m lucky, she’ll squeeze those thick thighs together as I taste her, exactly how she does for him.
They’re a very attractive couple. It’s almost uncomfortable to look at them for too long, but you also can't look away. I wouldn’t be surprised if they’re asked often if they’re looking for a third. I don’t blame them.
Amir is also bi, which was a pleasant surprise. I try not to think about all the possibilities that allow them with their current arrangement. This night is about us, I remind myself.
Amir is fine as a motherfucker. Goddamn.
He’s so funny and charming, but once he’s turned on, it’s like a switch flips.
It introduced me to things I never knew about myself.
I’ve always liked control, but I may be more submissive than I thought because earning his praise satiates a craving in me. Fuck.
Both of them making me submit sounds like a night to remember. A little different than what I’m used to, but I’m open. As long as I get to feel what it’s like to be theirs. Just this once.