Chapter 6
“I Don’t Expect You to Understand.”
“There she is,” Lara said, relieved. She flagged down someone on the other side of the main room of Midnight, the elite BDSM club she and Kennedy were regulars at.
“Finally, she has a friend.” Kennedy teased her wife, but she wasn’t far off the mark.
Lara didn’t have many people she considered close.
Kennedy was her best friend, all things considered.
She got along with her sister, but Inid was one of the most vanilla women in the world when it came to anything.
The other women Lara knew in her social circle were often put off by her brash mannerisms. There were few women, usually Dommes, who could put up with Lara’s brand of socializing for more than ten minutes.
Elle Hernandez was one such woman.
She approached, sashaying like a goddess in her white miniskirt and the gold chains hanging from her long neck. Big, bold, brown hair fell in curly waves, caressing the woman’s dark skin.
“Lara!” They exchanged kisses before sitting in their corner of the VIP lounge. Leather stretched and creaked beneath them as they rearranged their bodies and said their pleasantries. Kennedy gave them some privacy and spoke with an acquaintance on the neighboring couch.
“It’s so good to see you around,” Lara said. “It’s been much too long.”
“Two months. Chicago has been keeping me busy.” Elle halved her time between their city and Chicago, although she spent most of her time in the Midwest these days. “I’m home for the holidays. Too bad, because I would rather hang out here than spend time at my mother’s.”
“Ain’t that the truth?” Christmas was a little over a week away. This would probably be the last busy night for Midnight until the New Year’s party. Even Lara, who finally made Christmas present arrangements for her extended family, was packing for their trip upstate.
“How are things? Still kicking ass and taking names?”
“Of course.” Lara flagged a server and ordered another of what she already had. “I wouldn’t have my life any other way. Someone here must represent my way of doing business.”
Elle laughed. “If I had half the business tenacity that you do, I would probably join you in that. As it is, I can barely balance personal and public. I haven’t dated anyone in three months. Hoping I can score some ass tonight.”
Lara looked around the room. “I think you’ll have your choice of partners.
” On a busy night, there were always unpaired subs wandering around, looking for a boot to lick and a strap-on to ride.
Or somewhere in between. Elle was a popular Domme who usually had her pick of them.
Something Lara quickly brought up before her friend could change subjects.
“Oh, I hear it’s even easier now. Dommes pairing off left and right, leaving us single ones with all the skin we can lick.”
“’Tis been a big year for romance in the kink scene, that’s for sure.” Even if old, established couples broke up, new ones popped up to take their places.
Two of them came by now, since Kennedy couldn’t contain herself and invited them over the moment she spotted them.
“Lara,” Ira Mathison, dressed as if they came from a business meeting, said in acknowledgment.
Their recently cut hair was striking in the dim lights of the club, but nowhere near as striking as their arm candy, the filthy rich and beautiful Kathleen Allen.
The two of them were a fellow switch couple, although from Lara’s bored understanding, Kathleen did more submitting than her partner.
Tonight, however, nobody had a collar or leash on, and Kathleen greeted Elle Hernandez with a big, vibrant smile. Apparently, they knew each other well.
Lara was always in the mood to talk to more like-minded women.
Elle was great, but adding Kathleen was even better.
Too bad Kathleen didn’t think much of Lara, or so the wife of Kennedy Anderssen surmised.
Their conversations were often tenuous at best. For all her bravado, Kathleen didn’t care much for Lara’s flirty personality.
Or something. Lara wasn’t sure, nor did she care.
Tonight, Kathleen was pleasant company as everyone segregated themselves to talk about Christmas, business plans for the new year, and sex. Not necessarily in that order.
Lara was in the middle of describing the sex swing she and Kennedy were thinking about installing in their playroom when Ira came over, tapped on their girlfriend’s shoulder, and whispered something into her ear.
They exchanged smiles before Kathleen was sucked into an ongoing conversation on the other side about her father’s current plans for a property he purchased in another state.
“So how’s the swinging?” Elle asked, leaning in toward Lara. “And I don’t mean the sex swing. Or maybe I do?”
“Things are the same,” Lara responded. She didn’t feel like bringing up her suspicions.
After all, she came to one of her favorite places to relax and think about anything but a cheating spouse.
Even if she came with that spouse. And even if she planned on screwing that spouse sometime tonight.
Wouldn’t be a night at Midnight without fucking her.
The only question was who would Top or bottom.
“Maybe you should try those two tonight,” Elle teased, motioning to Ira and Kathleen. “They seem fun.”
“Hardly,” Lara muttered into her drink.
“I thought you used to crush on Mathison.”
“I’ve crushed on a lot of mascs, Elle.”
“I seem to recall you specifically saying that you wanted to suck their… God, what do the enbies call it? You risk offending someone if you say cock or strap-on, so whatever.”
“I was drunk.”
“The shit you say when you’re drunk is what you’re thinking 24/7, anyway.”
Lara laughed. “All right, you caught me. I used to think that about Ira.” Honestly, that germ was planted by Kennedy. Lara learned that her spouse had a crush of her own. She’s putty in another masc’s hands. Eh. Lara wasn’t in the mood tonight.
“What changed? Ira getting a girlfriend couldn’t have deterred you. Even if you and Kennedy weren’t omnipanquasisexuals, you’d still hit on Mathison if you wanted them.”
Cute. Elle didn’t mean any harm by such a comment, but sometimes Lara got tired of defending her lifestyle, even to friends.
Yes, she would’ve kept flirting with Ira until they told her to permanently back off.
Wouldn’t be the first time someone did that, to either her or Kennedy.
No, the reason Lara lost interest was much pettier.
“I thought they’d be fun until I got a glimpse of what they’re packing.”
“Uh-oh.” Elle’s smile was beyond ludicrous, as if they were having a sleepover as teenagers. “They don’t have the same taste as your spouse?” Elle was not covert when she glanced over at Ira, eyes pointed straight at their crotch. “I mean… can’t see much from here…”
“No,” Lara said, lowering her voice. “It’s sort of the opposite problem.”
“Oh, girl.”
“Shut up. I ain’t saying they’re that drag king who packs a monster in their pants.
I’m saying I took one look at it and crossed my legs.
” Sometimes, it was hard being a woman like her.
Fact of the matter was, the only intimidating thing about Ira’s prosthetic was the abnormally large tip.
It wasn’t huge, but big enough to make Lara think twice about going through all the effort necessary to seduce Ira – and, by extension, their girlfriend.
“Life is so hard sometimes.” Elle sighed.
“I can’t say I ever thought about them. Not really my type, if you know what I mean.
I like my partners more… binary.” After a hearty laugh, she continued, “You going to take your handsome spouse to task for something tonight? I wouldn’t mind watching some hot Domme and sub action.
Knowing this place…” She looked around the room, including the empty performance stage.
“It’ll be a sausage fest. It always is when the sapphics aren’t scheduled in advance. ”
“I could as easily say that to you. Find someone and get them off for us.”
“Not in the mood. I’d rather watch a fun couple like you guys.”
Lara shook her head. “Don’t think we’ll be doing that tonight. Sorry.”
“Oh, well. A woman can always try.”
Normally, Lara’s exhibitionism would certainly drive her to ask her partner to perform together on stage.
They had done it before, countless times by this point.
Most of the people in this room had seen Kennedy’s ass, Lara’s pussy, and what they looked like when they met for a bit of a lay.
I don’t give a shit. Nobody in this place had any room to judge.
She had seen a fair number of these genitals for herself.
Haven’t seen Kathleen’s. Bet she shaves. No. Waxed.
Lara remembered she was due for a spa day. It had been a while since she went for body waxing. Maybe that could be a Christmas surprise for Kennedy.
I bet that Chloe goes all natural. Kennedy claimed to have no preference, but for Lara, someone who enjoyed grooming herself from top to bottom, being cast aside for someone on the other end of the spectrum would be like an extra kick to her gut.
“Lara?”
She came back to reality, where her spouse joined her on the couch and the others went their separate ways.
Elle remained a few more minutes before excusing herself to go cruise for a partner.
Once they were alone, Lara sank against her wife, smelling her intense scent and reminding herself that they came here to have fun.
“How’s my Bunny?” Kennedy slapped her hand against Lara’s knee and drew a circle against her skin. “Have a nice chat with your friend?”
“I could ask you the same thing.”
“It was a good conversation. Always nice to catch up with people. What were you and Elle talking about?”
Lara leaned against the back of the couch and stared at the gray wall behind it. “Ira Mathison’s junk.” She sighed. “Both of the flesh and silicone kind.”
“Ah.”