'Thank you for being patient answering all my questions,' I typed. 'I'll check your rates and schedules and book a session in the near future.'
'It's been my pleasure,' Sara said. 'I hope our club satisfies all of your desires. Feel free to chat again if you have any more questions. See you soon!'
Satisfy my desires, indeed. I had no doubt that it would. But right now, I needed some satisfaction that no one else could give me.
I tore off my jeans and panties and threw them on the floor as I reached into my nightstand for my favorite rabbit vibrator.
I turned the rotating beads and rabbit ears on maximum and plunged the silicone dildo into my aching pussy, and moaned in delight as I imagined the pleasures that awaited me in the mysterious dark room.
3
Foreplay
As I thrust the vibrator deep inside my honeypot, I watched the all-girl dark room video on continuous loop. I was absolutely hypnotized by the swirling raindrops rolling over their luscious bodies. Whenever the light streaks briefly illuminated their bare nipples and pubic mounds, it made the effect all the more electrifying. My pussy made rude slurping noises as my internal juices sopped up the slick dildo sliding in and out of my love box.
I moaned like a dog in heat thinking what it would be like to watch and touch these women in a real dark room. This experience would take my Dinner Party adventure to a new level. Instead of just sitting and watching passively while other people did things to me, in these spaces I could participate actively with whomever I pleased. My mind raced with all the things I wanted to do with these women—and maybe also the men in the mixed room. I longed to fuck and be fucked by these beautiful apparitions.
When the women in the video began touching one another and rubbing their nipples together, I lifted my hips off the bed and thrust the vibrator deeper inside me. I angled the shaft so the oscillating tip massaged my G-spot, while I pushed the fluttering rabbit ears hard against my swollen clit. I could feel my orgasm rising and I opened my mouth to kiss one of the models in the video as she did the same. When the tide finally swept over me, I clamped down over the pulsing vibrator and spasmed a long stream of powerful contractions.
I hadn't cum this hard in weeks, since Jasmin had jilled me off under the dinner table at the Dinner Party retreat. As I lay on the bed rolling my hips in post-orgasmic bliss, I closed my eyes and imagined myself dancing with the geometric light effects projected on my body. For a thirty-six-year-old, I still had a pretty damn fine figure with a tight ass, perky breasts, and a yoga-toned stomach. I wouldn't be the only one in the dark room admiring the physiques of my fellow participants.
I pulled the vibrator out of my pussy and got up to admire myself in the full-length dressing mirror. I began to sway my hips and caress my breasts like the women in the video. I looked pretty good, but something was missing. I turned off the bedroom light and closed the drapes, then opened the bathroom door just enough to emit a thin sliver of light. I moved back from the mirror until the ray of light projected a narrow beam on my body.
It wasn't nearly as fancy as the light effects shown in the Dark Room videos, but it was enough to make me imagine I was there. I experimented with different positions as I watched the light illuminate different parts of my body in the darkness of my bedroom. Just as in the videos, it was fascinating to see how I could briefly reveal the naughty parts by moving in and out of the light. It was almost as exciting to watch my own body as it was the models in the video, and I began to caress my curves like a stripper in a dance club.
I'll have to work on my technique, I thought, as I analyzed my moves.
I had to be as irresistible as the models in the video if I hoped to attract the attention of men and women with similarly toned bodies.
But that can wait for later.
Right now, the only thing I could think about was booking an appointment for a dark room session as soon as possible. The vibrator, as entertaining as it was, would be no match for the real thing. I sat down again in front of my computer and clicked on the tab marked Rates.
Let's see if I have to pay an arm and a leg to catch some bare arms and legs.
It wasn't as bad as I imagined. There was a one-time subscription fee of $300, plus another $200 for each session. Seems reasonable. The gyno exam alone would cost that much or more in a regular doctor's office. Two hundred bucks for two hours or more of safe, titillating sex with multiple partners seemed like a bargain.
"Sign me up!" I thought out loud, as I clicked the tab for Appointments.
A registration page opened, where they asked me to create an account. I paused for a moment, as I considered my next move. I could use an alias and a fake email account, but I knew they'd also want a credit card to pay for the subscription.
So much for nobody knowing my identity other than the doctor who'll examine me.
I looked further down the page and saw a disclaimer promising that my email and credit information wouldn't be shared with anyone else, and that I would not be sent any marketing information other than the confirmation of my appointment.
What the fuck, I said to myself. Anybody running an internet business these days knows the surest way to lose customers is to share someone's online details without consent. Besides, I reveal a lot more personal financial information when I pay bills and do my banking online—this is pretty minor in comparison.
I filled in the required fields to complete my registration, then scanned the schedule for available sessions. All the Friday and Saturday nights on the booking calendar were grayed out for the next three weeks.
This place is popular! I thought. I guess that's a good sign.
I imagined this would mean most sessions would be pretty full and that I'd have my pick of partners to choose to engage with. I remembered Sara saying the daytime sessions were not as busy as the night sessions, so I clicked on the first available weekday. A new window opened indicating that I was about to reserve an afternoon session for the indicated date, then it asked me to fill in the credit card information to complete the transaction. I filled in the required details then clicked the Submit button. After about ten seconds of processing time, a window popped up from my email account confirming the payment and appointment.
Well, that's it, I thought. I'm committed now.
I could feel the blood flowing back into my pussy as my mind already started going where I'd been fantasizing for the last hour. I stood up and positioned myself again in the sliver of light emanating from the washroom.
Damn girl, I thought, as I admired my figure and let my fingers stray down toward my warm cunny. This is going to be fun...
4
People in Glass Houses
On my appointment day, I could barely contain my excitement. I drove out to the address provided in my email confirmation and was pleasantly surprised when I arrived at the destination. As with my previous experience at the dinner party, the facility was in a large country chateau. Just like the last place, I had to provide my registration username and password to be permitted access through the security gate. I drove up the long tree-lined driveway to an even larger mansion than before.
If this was any indication of the step up in the level of services that awaited me, I was all-in. I parked my car alongside five or six other cars in the guest parking section and walked over a cobblestone path up to the front door. I tapped on the large brass door knocker and was greeted a few seconds later by an attractive young woman in a smart business suit.
I guess there'll be no naked attendants in masquerade masks this time around, I frowned. Maybe this place is run by a different operator, after all.
Nevertheless, the interior appointments and finishings were on a par with the previous home, and I was eager to explore its 'special rooms'.
"You must be Jade," the woman said, taking my coat and hanging it in the closet. "My name's Ali, and I'll be your host for the evening. Can I get you something to drink? Coffee, tea, a glass of wine?"
I was pretty charged up alread
y and thought a bit of alcohol would help relax some of the inhibitions I was beginning to feel about getting naked with a group of strangers.
"I'd love a glass of white wine, if you have it, thank you."
Ali motioned to an adjoining room with large French doors.
"Feel free to relax in our waiting room," she said, handing me a piece of paper and a pen. "If you can take a few moments to review and sign this waiver, this will help ensure our expectations are aligned. I'll be back in a few minutes."
I walked into a beautiful room with tall Palladian windows and sat down on the large leather sofa. I quickly reviewed the document, which was mostly concerned with the rules of engagement in the dark rooms. Only women were permitted in the women's dark room it said, and only men were permitted in the men's dark room, but they could commingle in the mixed room. It reiterated the 'golden rule' about touching others only with consent. A simple brush of the hand or step back from an advancing partner indicated that you did not wish to be touched. Any violators would be immediately removed from the room and banned from using the facility in future. I signed the document with my alias 'Jade' and placed it face-up on the coffee table.
I noticed some picture books lying on the table with familiar photos of naked people illuminated with similar light effects to the videos I'd watched earlier. I opened one of the books and flipped through the pages as I admired the beautiful figures of the models and the different light effects displayed in each image.
I hope the people in my dark room will be as pretty as these, I thought, feeling my panties start to moisten again.
A minute later, Ali returned with a large glass of wine and set it down on the coffee table.
"I see you're familiarizing yourself with our light productions," she said, noticing the open book laid out in front of me. "Did you have any questions before I take you to the viewing room?"
Viewing room? The voyeur in me liked the sound of that.
"So I'll have a chance to watch some of the dark rooms before I choose to enter one?" I asked.
"Of course," Ali said. "That's part of the fun. All of our dark rooms can be observed from the outside through one-way glass. You'll be able to watch the participants but they won't be able to see you. Most of our patrons find this to be a stimulating experience that helps put them in the mood. If you like what you see, you can then proceed to the doctor's office for a brief exam, after which you're welcome to enter your allotted rooms. Did you bring your lab test report with you?"
"Yes—of course," I said, fishing in my purse for the blood test.
Ali held up her hand to save me the trouble.
"Please bring it with you and show it to the doctor when she examines you. Are you ready to head downstairs?"
"Absolutely," I said, pleased that just as Sara had promised earlier, no one had yet asked for anything that could reveal my identity.
"Allow me to escort you, then. Would you like to leave your wine glass here or bring it with you?"
"I think it's better that I leave it here. Something tells me that I'm going to need my hands free for other things."
Ali simply smiled and nodded. I followed her out of the sitting room and across a marbled foyer, where we paused at the top of a declining circular stairway.
"Our dark rooms are in the lower level, where we can control the light more effectively. There are three exits, including a direct exit to the guest parking area. You may leave at any time, or return to the main floor if you need further help."
Ali reached into one of her pockets and handed me a black wristband.
"This is your security bracelet. Please wear it at all times until you leave the building. If you feel uncomfortable at any time, all you have to do is press this button on the side of your bracelet and a security agent will come to your assistance immediately. But I think you'll find it will be quite unnecessary. Our patrons are very respectful of the stipulated rules. I believe you'll find the experience very safe and satisfying."
I nodded my head as I fastened the bracelet buckle behind my wrist.
Ali escorted me down the stairs and opened a door at the base of the steps. A white strobe light and soft instrumental music emanated through the open portal.
"It may take you a few moments to get comfortable with the flashing light, but this will protect your identity while you remain on the lower level. The light is sequenced to allow you to find your way around while also maintaining your anonymity. Each of the exits are clearly marked, as is the entrance to the doctor's office and the change rooms."
She motioned to three large glass cubes in the center of the open cavern.
"And of course, each of the dark rooms is also marked by gender. Which room would you like to see first?"
"Um..." I hesitated for only a moment. "I think I'd like to see the women-only room first."
Ali gently clasped my hand and escorted me to the first glass-enclosed cube. It was much larger than it appeared from the other side of the room, measuring roughly twenty feet square on each side, and ten feet tall. Inside the floor-to-ceiling glass panels, I could see the familiar movement of furtive figures illuminated under the kaleidoscopic light. The rest of the room was pitch black, so the only things illuminated by the projecting light were the moving bodies.
I moved closer to the glass, captivated by the swirling light effects and soft music. This wasn't some cheesy strip club with pounding music and bright lights illuminating a gaudy stage. The soft instrumental music combined with the gorgeous light effects projected a feeling of real class. My eyes widened as I watched the naked participants move around inside the room.
Just as in the video, they were swaying their bodies and caressing each other. But there was something different this time. Their hands and bodies were no longer touching each other with fleeting, artificial gestures. This time, they lingered—and probed—one another. Their action looked purposeful, not like the play acting in the video. Near the front of the glass, two women were locked in a tight embrace, kissing passionately and grinding their hips together in familiar motion. I could see their buttock muscles tighten and relax as they rubbed their mounds together under the swirling light.
My eyes raced around the inside of the enclosure as I took it all in. In the far corner of the cube, I could see some neon piping tracing the outline of a large sofa. I squinted my eyes to decipher an unusual commingled figure moving in a different way as the geometric lights swept over a mass of tangled arms and legs. At first, it looked like a single person doing some kind of yoga movement, with her leg over her shoulder. But as I looked more closely, I could see that the raised leg belonged to a woman lying on the sofa with her legs splayed apart. Another woman was resting on her knees, squatting between the prone woman's legs, rubbing their vulvas together, fucking her with rapid swings of her hips, while she clasped the prone woman's elevated leg tightly against her breasts.
I gasped audibly and slumped over, unconsciously mimicking the movement of the woman on top.
"Shall I leave you now to enjoy the show?' Ali said, somewhere to my side.
I'd completely forgotten she was still there. I turned and saw her familiar outline flashing beside me under the white strobe light.
"Yes, I'll be fine now," I said, catching my breath, trying to sound composed.
"Wonderful," she said. "You're welcome to remain outside the rooms and watch as long as your session is booked, or enter your allotted rooms at your leisure. The entrance to the dark rooms is via the doctor's office, who'll validate your blood report and conduct a brief external exam. Remember that if you need help at any time, all you have to do is press the button on the side of your bracelet. I hope you enjoy your stay and that we'll see you again soon. Bye for now."
It was strange watching her talk as the white light flashed over her face. I could see her lips open and close in delayed jerky movements that didn't synchronize with her speech. It was a bit disconcerting, and nothing like the flowing movement of the light projected inside
the dark room, but it was sexy and mysterious in its own way. Just as she and Sara had promised, it was impossible to recognize her face through the intermittent flashes.
"Thank you, Ali," I said. "I'll let you know if I need anything."
I was glad to see her leave, because my pussy was pounding and my crotch was soaked from watching the action in the cube. As soon as she closed the door leading to the stairs behind her, I unclasped the top button of my jeans and thrust my hand under my panties. My fingers immediately found my opening and I inserted three fingers as far as they'd go while I rubbed my palm against my aching clit. It couldn't have taken more than ten seconds for me to cum hard in my jeans as I watched the women scissoring on the couch in the dark room.
It was difficult to see the expressions on their faces under the shifting light, but I could see the mouth of the woman on top open as her movements became increasingly frenetic. Then she suddenly stopped and arched her back as she pulled her partner's elevated leg against her torso and spasmed her body in obvious climax. I longed to be in the room with them, feeling what they were feeling and listening to their moans of ecstasy as their love juices washed over one another.
After I came down from my orgasm, I suddenly became aware that I wasn't the only one standing outside the cube watching what was going on inside. I noticed another figure standing about five feet to my side and I glanced in her direction. The flashing light showed just enough to reveal a pretty woman with long hair and high cheekbones. Although I'd never recognize her in the plain light of day, her full lips and gently sloping jawline betrayed her beauty. I glanced down at her body and noticed the bulge of her full breasts in her blouse and the curvature of her hips and ass in her tight jeans.
I blushed in the dark thinking that she might have noticed me rubbing myself in the dark like some kind of creepy flasher. But she just looked at me and smiled.
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