Still a Thief

by Doreen DeSalvo

  Clothes check? Was she expected to prance around naked in front of a bunch of strangers? Well, as long as she was with Jake, she didn’t have anything to worry about. Despite his sexy threats to share her, he wouldn’t let another man get within touching distance.

  Maybe she could tease him a little, show him that other men desired her. She’d whip him into a frenzy, and he’d take her in front of an audience ‑‑ a safer audience than the one back at the restaurant. She wouldn’t have to worry about what anyone thought in here.

  Jake led her down the narrow hall. As they neared the end, the thud of the music’s bass beat got louder. A large room opened to the left. Soft lighting, deep red walls, bodies gyrating alone and together. The lights were so dim, she couldn’t see all the way across the room.

  At her feet, a nude couple lay on the floor, bodies moving in the missionary position. A woman’s long fingers, nails painted bright red, squeezed the man’s ass as he fucked her.

  The sight made her already-aroused clit tingle.

  Jake tugged her hand and pulled her to the right, through a wooden door with “Level Two” painted on the front. A bouncer on the other side of the door checked their hand stamps and waved them on up the stairs.

  Jake motioned with his arm for her to go ahead, his eyebrow raised in silent challenge. No matter what she saw up there, she wouldn’t act shocked or surprised. Jake would never need to find another woman to explore his kinks with. Whatever he wanted, she could do it ‑‑ and she’d make sure not to play the outraged maiden afterwards.

  She took a deep breath and climbed the narrow black stairs, holding tight to the thin wooden banister for balance. Weird paintings lined the walls ‑‑ on one side was a larger-than-life fantasy image of a huge-breasted woman in a shiny black corset, straps and chains dangling from her neck. Her legs straddled a dragon with flames exiting its mouth and nostrils, its long tongue reaching around the woman’s thigh. The tip of the dragon’s enormous tongue was buried inside the woman’s vagina.

  Whew. Kate gripped the banister harder and kept going.

  On the landing, another huge painting showed a naked man on his knees, back arched and head thrown back, his expression one of ecstatic agony. Behind him, a woman with long flowing yellow hair wielded a riding crop and a gigantic black strap-on dildo that disappeared into the man’s ass.

  Her throat went dry. Clearly this was a place where anything could be done…in public. Jake could fuck her in the ass in public, and no one would say a word. They’d watch, aroused, and have sex with others right there in front of her. Like an orgy.

  Jake pushed a little on her low back. “What’s the hold up?”

  She hadn’t even realized she’d stopped to stare at the anal scene on the landing. “It’s my heels,” she lied. “Sorry.”

  “I’ll get you off your feet soon.”

  Oh, yes. That promise propelled her up the final set of stairs quickly.

  The music was quieter up here, a thread of rhythm punctuated by low moans and cries. At the top of the stairs, a wide foyer opened up. On second glance, it wasn’t a foyer but a mezzanine, with a long, wide balcony on all sides that overlooked the floor below. More undulating bodies were dancing ‑‑ or screwing ‑‑ all around the balcony, most of them naked or close enough. One woman was even chained to the balcony by the wrists while two men fondled her breasts. Her long brown hair hung over the balcony as she bent backwards, offering herself to the men like a pagan sacrifice.

  Kate looked away. To her right, a tall man bent forward over the railing while the woman behind him slapped the bare ass that poked out of his leather chaps. A black riding crop was tucked under her arm.

  Kate had never seen anything like it. The sight of a grown man’s ass getting spanked made her shiver. No point in being nervous. As long as Jake stayed close, nothing could happen. This was just like acting out a fantasy.

  Jake took her elbow. “Let’s find the clothes check.”

  She nodded and glanced around. Every few feet, low tables held boxes of a variety of condoms and latex gloves in a mute testament to safe sex. Across the way, she spotted a lighted sign that read “Clothing Check.”

  She pointed. “There it is.”

  “Katherine?”

  Shock made her freeze. Oh, God. Someone had recognized her!

  She turned slowly. The man in chaps who’d been hanging over the balcony was standing less than a foot away, smiling at her. Recognition made her head spin. “Arthur?”

  For the life of her, she couldn’t look away from his exposed cock. A black leather harness was strapped around his shaft and balls, squeezing in a way that must be excruciatingly painful. His hard, reddened cock was long and thin, just like she’d imagined, and it jutted out from the front gap in his chaps like a proud flagpole. Pressure from the straps made the head nearly purple. Her gaze wandered up over a slender, muscled chest, dusted with a light covering of salt-and-pepper hair.

  When she reached his eyes he was smiling, his expression both kind and amused. “It’s good to see you. I suspected we might have this…predilection in common.”

  She could barely form a sentence. “I…I thought so, too.” Except I thought you were dominant, not submissive like me.

  Submissive like me…

  God, she was a submissive. Completely and totally. Why argue with Jake about something so patently true?

  Arthur’s face suddenly folded into a painful wince. He bent over slightly, and Kate saw the harness pulled tight, yanked in the harsh hand of the woman who was with him. He groaned. “I’m sorry, Mistress.”

  The woman was heavyset, as tall as Arthur and probably twice his weight. Her breasts were enormous, bouncing free above a shiny red corset. Strange jewelry, a sort of elaborate nail with ball studs at each end, poked through her nipples. Kate cringed. Those piercings must have hurt like the devil.

  When the woman pulled the end of the leash high over her head, Arthur was forced to take a step closer. She lifted her foot and planted a spiked heel on his thigh, precariously close to his cock. Her red skirt was shorter than Kate’s own, her thick legs clad in black fishnet stockings. For an overweight woman, she had an undeniable air of sexual power about her. “Do you know what you did wrong, bottle boy? If you don’t, you’ll receive punishment with no hope of pleasure.”

  He was panting, face shiny with perspiration. “I spoke without permission, Mistress.”

  Her gaze raked Kate, taking in Jake where he stood behind her. “Do you know this sub?”

  Goodness, could everyone tell she was submissive simply by looking at her? Why had she been the last to know?

  Arthur hung his head like a disobedient student. “Yes, Mistress. I know her. But I offer no excuse for my offense. I know it displeases you when I speak to others, and I was wrong to annoy you.”

  The woman’s gaze softened, and she lowered the leash.

  With more room to move, Arthur went down on one knee and bent over to kiss her shoe. “Please forgive me, Mistress.”

  “You must earn my forgiveness, dog.” Her tone was harsh, in stark contrast to the tender look in her eyes. Clearly she cared about the man she controlled.

  But Arthur, with his head bowed, didn’t see. “Yes, Mistress. If it pleases you.” He sounded eager. Excited.

  With a tug on the cock leash, the woman pulled Arthur to his feet. Without giving Kate another glance, he trotted behind his Mistress, following her to the nearest chair. It was more of a chaise, with two low, spread arms. The woman lay down, the vinyl upholstery squeaking as she settled in. She hooked one leg over each armrest to open herself wide.

  As Kate stared, Arthur fell to his knees and buried his face in the fleshy folds of his Mistress’s crotch.

  From behind, Jake nuzzled her ear. “See what I mean? He can’t exactly tell the whole world he saw you here.”

  Mesmerized by the sight of Arthur’s head bobbing over the woman’s hairy pussy, she nodded in silence.

  The woman gave a lon
g, lusty moan. Arthur backed off for a second, giving Kate a glimpse of his long tongue flicking and darting over the large, engorged nub of his Mistress’s clitoris. Kate squeezed her thighs together, massaging her aching clit as her co-worker licked another woman’s pussy right in front of her. Sweat beaded on her lip as she imagined Jake in the woman’s place, sprawled unashamedly while she knelt at his feet and obediently sucked his cock. She might misbehave just to get her lips around Jake’s cock.

  The Mistress arched, locking her legs around Arthur’s back. Amazing that he didn’t collapse under the pressure. Spiked heels dug into his flesh as she writhed, oblivious to the pain she inflicted. Or was she? She tugged the leash every few seconds, causing Arthur to cry out in turn, his sounds muffled between her thighs.

  “Good boy,” she moaned. “Oh, you’re such a good boy.”

  She might have been talking to a dog, but Arthur’s head bobbed more quickly as he doubled his efforts to satisfy his demanding Mistress.

  Kate touched her thigh surreptitiously, trailing her fingers over her pubic hair. Maybe she could stroke her own clit, get a little relief ‑‑

  Suddenly Jake’s hand thrust between her legs.

  “Oh!” Thrown off balance, she leaned back against him, spreading her legs to make room for his teasing fingers. Before she could settle in and find a rhythm, he pulled his hand away, leaving her bereft and aching.

  She almost cried in frustration.

  He nipped her earlobe. “That’s my pussy. It doesn’t come unless I say so.”

  The words thrummed through her head, hardening her nipples. When he finally made her come, she’d come harder than ever before…and she’d prove how much she wanted to please him. That she was the only woman who could please him. That kind of satisfaction was worth the wait. “Yes, Jake.”

  “Oh, yes! Oh, I’m coming.” The Mistress’s massive breasts bounced in all directions as she climaxed, her thighs squeezing Arthur’s head hard, but he didn’t back away. His face stayed mashed against her sex through her orgasm, until she put one spiked heel on his shoulder and shoved him back. He fell to his side next to the chair, whimpering when the leash pulled tight against his still-hard cock. He gasped for breath, his face shiny with wetness.

  “Such a good boy,” the woman murmured, collapsing against the back of the recliner. “I forgive you, my sweet pet.”

  “Thank you, Mistress.” Arthur sounded genuinely relieved, as though there had been a chance that she’d continue to punish him even after her climax.

  She gave the leash a gentle tug. “You may come now, bottle boy.”

  Arthur’s cock spurted instantly, even though nothing touched him but the leather harness. Kate wouldn’t have believed it if she hadn’t seen it with her own eyes. He moaned as though the ecstasy was exquisite while semen spilled onto the floor, narrowly missing his leather chaps.

  As Kate watched in amazement, Arthur’s cock twitched and spurted, finally softening enough that the harness went loose. After taking a deep breath, he crawled forward and laid his head on the woman’s fishnet-clad thigh. “Thank you, Mistress. You are so very kind to this disobedient dog.”

  “Of course I am.” She sighed and wove her long fire engine red fingernails through his sandy hair. “I love you, bottle boy.”

  Arthur sighed dreamily, like a teenager with a crush instead of a hard driving prosecutor. “Love you too, Mistress.” He rubbed his cheek adoringly against her knee. The fishnets must be scratching his face terribly, but he smiled like a contented cat. “Love you forever.”

  Kate frowned. Clearly they did love each other, despite their bizarre way of having sex. Although it wasn’t all that different from Jake ordering her to suck him in her office. She’d nearly climaxed from the pleasure of satisfying him.

  Was this how Jake wanted her to behave? How he wanted her to dress? She’d do it…for him. But it might not turn her on.

  Not much.

  Jake took hold of her elbow. “Let’s leave the lovebirds alone and find our own place to play.”

  He led her around the edge of the balcony. Open doorways spaced along the walls led to darkened rooms. The first room was laid out like an unholy dentist’s office, with reclining white examination chairs, bright lamps positioned to shine down on them, and metal rolling carts. One woman lay in a chair with vise-like clamps on her nipples, moaning as a man and woman in white lab coats and masks slowly twisted the handles.

  Ouch. Kate shuddered.

  Jake laughed. “Too clinical.”

  They stepped back out and kept walking.

  Slap.

  The sound was unmistakable, heard even over the thudding music filtering up from the main floor.

  Slap.

  “No, Master, don’t!”

  Slap.

  Jake grinned down at her. “That sounds promising.”

  He wrapped an arm around her back, holding her tight as though she might escape and bolt down the stairs. Did he think she was a coward? She pulled her shoulders back and forced a smile.

  In the next room, lights set into the floor shone up onto walls painted like a gigantic erector set, covered with abstract images of black and gray scaffolding. It looked like a painting of the undersides of a bunch of bridges, all jumbled together. Thick poles and waist-high metal bars were bolted into the floor; metal rings and straps hung from the ceiling. If not for the ropes and chains draped over them, it might have been a futuristic children’s playground.

  A young woman with neon red hair stood with her wrists tied, arms wrapped around one of the vertical poles. The hem of her plaid skirt was lifted up in back and tucked into the waistband, her panties pulled down to her knees. Plaid skirt, white blouse, navy knee socks ‑‑ a Catholic school uniform. Her hair was even in pigtails, and her shoes were patent leather Mary Janes.

  The man standing behind her wore a tweed jacket and trousers with a bow tie over his white collared shirt. As Kate watched, he swung a wooden paddle and swatted his “student’s” bare bottom with a hard smack, making her beribboned pigtails bounce.

  “No more, Master,” she pleaded. “I won’t ever cheat on a test again. I promise.” Her high-pitched voice sounded like a young girl’s, but she looked old enough to be in her late twenties.

  The “teacher” said nothing, merely swatted her again. Over and over again. Even in the dimly lit room, Kate saw the young woman’s ass grow red. The sight made her mouth water.

  Jake pulled her close. “Does watching a spanking make you as hot as getting one yourself?”

  Not quite. “No.”

  He pinched her breast. “Uh-huh. Then why is your nipple so hard?”

  The touch sent a zing of need to her sex. If he didn’t make her climax soon, she’d scream. “I’m not a naïve little virgin, Jake. I’ve seen worse at the Folsom Street Fair.”

  He snorted. “Sure you have.”

  When he pulled her into the room, she didn’t resist. The other couple were far too involved in their own game to pay attention. Jake took her to the middle of the room and stood her between two poles.

  His face was dark. Challenging. “Were you naked at the Folsom Street Fair?”

  She shook her head.

  “Good. Then this will be a first for you.” Without another word, he pulled her skirt down. “Kick it off.”

  She did, barely able to stand on her wobbling knees. “May I take my shoes off, Jake?”

  He ran his hands over her ass, so lightly that she shivered under his tickling fingers. “Sure, go ahead.”

  Putting one hand on his shoulder for balance, she stepped out of her heels. The floor was cool, some kind of smooth rubberized carpet. Thank goodness it didn’t feel sticky or dirty.

  When she boldly pulled her jacket from her shoulders, Jake’s eyes widened. But he nodded once, as though he wasn’t surprised. “Now the shirt.”

  Without her thin shirt, she’d be completely naked. But as long as Jake was here, nothing bad could happen. He’d keep all the weirdos a
way from her. This was just like a fantasy ‑‑ a fantasy they were living out in real life, in a safe place.

  She grasped the bottom of her camisole and pulled it overhead in one quick motion, letting it fall behind her as she pushed her breasts toward him. When she saw the stupefied look on his face, pride made her stand tall, head high.

  His gaze stayed on her breasts like a man possessed. After a long moment, he raised her hands overhead until she touched two cold metal rings suspended from the ceiling. “Remember the safe word?”

  Alcatraz. As if she could forget it. “Yes. But I’ll never use it.”

  He arched an eyebrow skeptically.

  She wrapped her fingers around the rings, letting the cold metal chill her skin and send shivers down her arms. “I swear I won’t. I’ll do anything you want, Jake.”

  Why didn’t he say anything? Didn’t he approve of her submission? She’d finally recognized the futility of arguing with him, but he stood here as silent as one of the posts.

  Nervous tension made her lick her lips. “I’ll…I’ll be anything you want.”

  For some reason that made his expression darken. Her heart beat in her throat when he stepped closer and tied her hands to the rings with the ropes that hung from them. She stood mute, letting him pose and restrain her.

  “So obedient.” His hand slid down her chest, trailing over her breast and ending with a teasing probe into her bellybutton. “Obedience will be rewarded.”

  A rush of heat coursed along her spine, pooling in her sex. That reward couldn’t come fast enough. If he touched her clit for a second, she’d climax.

  He bent and found straps to tie her ankles to the posts, then took a few steps back, studying her seriously. “Wide open and tied. Just the way I like my women.”

  Was that supposed to upset her? He could prod all he wanted, but she wasn’t going to argue with him. She’d be an obedient submissive and revel in his command.

  What had Arthur said to his Mistress? “I hope I please you, Master.” Close enough.

  Jake’s lips softened into a secretive smile, and he cupped her chin in his hand. “That’s good. You’re learning, baby.”