7. Hot and Triggered
Hot and Triggered
After upgrading her drink choice to straight Casamigos, Nadine was feeling loose.
Real loose. She looked over at Eddie, who was more than pleased that she was relaxed.
House music pumped through the speakers as the theater filled with more and more couples.
She recognized a few people but dare not mention it.
She was sure Secrets was probably like Fight Club in terms of rules.
Cloaked in the relative darkness of their corner, Nadine thanked God that no one could see them.
“So what’s supposed to happen?” asked Nadine nervously as she looked around the theater.
Eddie looked at his watch. “Patience, baby. It should be starting soon.”
After a few minutes, a tall woman with blonde braids, dressed in a navy body stocking, heels, and nothing else, sauntered onto the stage with a microphone. To say she was stacked would have been an understatement. As the music lowered, a hush fell over the crowd.
“Beautiful people! Welcome to The Exhibition at Secrets. Our exclusive monthly live event meant to take you to sexual heights and unlock your pleasure. Tonight, you’ll see scenes play out in front of you. Voyeurism on a higher level. Take note. Maybe it’ll inspire you and your play later on…”
Nadine stared at Eddie. “Is this…?” They were about to live out Eddie’s fantasy, front and center.
“No judgment,” Eddie interrupted, squeezing Nadine’s hand. “Remember?”
Reluctantly, Nadine squeezed back. “Ok.”
The lights dimmed in the theater, and the curtain raised.
The music, some song by PartyNextDoor that Nadine vaguely recognized, pumped through the speakers.
On the raised platform was a large circular bed.
Nadine watched as a bald plus size woman, dressed only in a lace thong, was led out on a leash by another woman in a red bob wig, heels, and leather corset.
And was that a dildo? A big, black one that hung to her mid-thigh, harnessed right at her pelvis.
“On the bed, pet!” the woman said, tugging at the leash. “On your knees.”
“Yes, mistress.” The woman yelled, her large breasts heaving as she positioned herself on the bed, her ass high in the air.
Nadine looked at Eddie out of the corner of her eye.
He was enthralled, completely wrapped up in the scene before him.
If she was being honest, so was she. The women were beautiful with their round, full bodies and glowing skin.
Nadine wished she could be as confident in her skin as they were.
It’d been a while since she felt that way.
The woman rubbed the dildo with lube, then, without much warning, thrust into the woman. The moan that she released was so primal, so raw. It made Nadine’s nipples stiffen. She grabbed another shot of Casamigos and downed it in record time.
“You, ok?” asked Eddie, a look of concern on his face. “If this is too much…”
Nadine coughed on the tequila as she waved off Eddie’s concern. “Yeah. I’m fine… I am…”
As the woman continued to be fucked out of her mind, two men, totally nude, came out onto the stage.
One was tall, all sinewy muscle and bronze skin.
A diamond nose ring shone brightly, even in the dim light.
The other was the epitome of a Mandingo warrior.
He was huge, all over, with a dick so big Nadine thought it looked like CGI.
Both of their dicks were as hard as concrete as they stroked.
The woman with the strap on, who was now glistening with a soft sheen of sweat under the lights, slowed her strokes. “Open your mouth wide, pet.” The woman who was getting fucked did as she was told, completely obedient and compliant. Nadine looked at Eddie, who leaned forward, totally engrossed.
Is this what he wants? Unwavering obedience? Total submission? Nadine wasn’t sure she had it in here to do that…not again.
The submissive opened her mouth wide as both men alternated gagging her with their dicks. Saliva and pre-cum dripped down her chin as she moaned in either agony or enjoyment. Nadine couldn’t quite tell, but she admittedly liked the sound of it.
After a few languid licks, the men pulled out.
The woman kept her mouth open as both men jerked their dicks, shooting cum all over her mouth and face.
The stream seemed nonstop, like an aerosol can of whipped cream.
One man rubbed the cum all over the woman’s face, then she licked his fingers clean.
“Come, pet,” the female dom demanded. And the woman did so, as she squirted all over the bed. The dom pulled out, rewarding her submissive with a few kisses, licking up any remnants of cum as the lights on stage slowly went dark and the curtain closed.
Nadine blinked a few times, her brain processing what she just saw. She turned to Eddie, who was staring at her.
“Before you ask, no, I don’t expect you to do that.” Eddie chuckled.
“But if that’s something you want,” Nadine began. “I mean, I guess I could.”
Eddie rolled his eyes. “Baby, it’s no fun if one of us wants it and the other doesn’t. It’s about mutual satisfaction. Get it out of your head about doing shit just because I’m your husband and I asked. I don’t want that.”
It’s like he’d read her mind…
Nadine nodded, “You’re right, babe.” Blindly submitting to her husband was what was drilled into her from the time she’d gotten her period. God, her upbringing had really done a number on her. Maybe she needed to look at those exercises from Dr. Flournoy after all.
The emcee came back out with a wicked smile on her face.
“I hope you all enjoyed that scene. As we reset for our next scene, we have some special entertainment for you all. We normally don’t do this, but we had to pull out the stops for our VIPs.
A few dancers from our sister club, Club Titanium, will be here for your viewing pleasure.
After their performance, if you’d like a dance later on tonight, please request one from these ladies. Enjoy.”
The curtain pulled back, and the platform was replaced by one with a tall metal pole. Had the pole always been there? Maybe. Nadine wasn’t quite sure.
The opening chords of Jhene Aiko’s Pu$$y Fairy began as five women sauntered out.
They were in neon G-string bikinis of various shades, all glowing against their skin.
They were all beautiful. Stunning, really.
But Nadine’s breath was literally taken away when she laid her eyes on the curvaceous, dark-skinned beauty with the low fade in the neon green bikini.
Against her skin, it glowed like jade. Everything about her said delectable.
Her ass was natural, round and juicy with slight dimples at the top, her thighs were thick and a little cellulite laden.
Her titties weren’t too big and perky. Nadine could make out the imprint of hard nipples under her top.
In her eyes, she was the perfect embodiment of beauty.
No, it was more than that. She was a goddess.
“She’s everything,” Nadine said under her breath. She hoped she hadn’t said that out loud. To her relief, Eddie was too laser focused on the stage to pay her any attention.
Two women were off to the sides of the stage, dancing and moving.
The other three women all climbed the high pole and began spinning and moving.
They were incredibly strong, moving their bodies in ways that rivaled a gymnast. Although she didn’t frequent the clubs, Nadine thought strippers got a bad rap.
This was a skill, an athletic pursuit that was just as taxing on the body as any other sport.
Strong, curvy bodies that did amazing feats.
In a few moves, the slimmer of the two held on to the pole straight out, and the goddess in the green stood on top of her, spinning around.
The other girl, in pink swung upside down near the bottom of the pole.
A few people went up to the stage, throwing money at their feet in appreciation. Nadine rarely carried cash and only had $10 in her clutch. As if reading her mind, Eddie slid her a small stack of $50s.
“Go show your appreciation, Deanie,” he smiled.
“Really?” Suddenly, she felt shy. Nadine was not a shy person.
Eddie nodded with a smile. “Go on, boo. Make it rain. It’ll be fun.”
Nadine took the stack of money, her palms sweating.
As she made her way toward the stage, the women descended the pole, twerking, dancing and moving on stage with the other women.
She was shaking, praying she wouldn’t trip in her heels.
Why the fuck am I nervous? Nadine made it to the edge just as the girl in the green bikini made her way over to her.
“Hey sexy.” She smiled at Nadine, and it was like the earth stood still. This woman was the literal sun.
“Uhm…hey.” Nadine stood paralyzed for a second, staring up at the woman in front of her.
She could smell her. God, she smelled so good.
Her perfume was like jasmine and cotton candy.
Whatever scent she was wearing was making Nadine...
wet? Yep. That was it. No other word for it.
Nadine pressed her thighs together, pretty sure there was a puddle in her crotch.
Between this woman and Eddie, she’d ruined her perfectly good thong.
The dancer, who was rolling her hips in front of her, followed the movement with her eyes. Fuck.
In a panic, Nadine threw the cash, money flying across the stage in all directions, and hurried back to her seat in the booth.
“That was…” Nadine shook her head. “I need a drink.”
Eddie signaled for their bartender, instructing him to leave the entire bottle of Casamigos. Nadine double fisted two shots with lime, downing them both in record time.
“Damn Deanie…slow down, boo.” Eddie chuckled. “We’ve got all night.”
“You wanted me to get loose,” Nadine felt her words slur a bit. She was almost at her threshold for drinking. “So I’m getting loose.”