“Is there a difference between this floor and the next?” she questioned Tag as they made their way back to the staircase.
“Yes.” Tag turned and looked down at her. “Since everyone has to stop at this floor, they only allow certain activities here. The hardcore scenes are upstairs. They figure that not everyone is into some of the things these people come up with, and this allows a member the opportunity to decide for themselves just how much they can handle.”
“But what about the rooms downstairs?” McKenna knew that at least one of the scenes downstairs was not for the faint of heart.
“A member has to submit in writing what they intend to use the room for as well as everything that they could engage in while they are there. Mistress Serena reviews every application and decides whether she’s willing to allow it on the ground level or not.”
“But what makes her a good judge on what’s appropriate? She’s a Domme.” McKenna retorted.
“Trust me; she doesn’t let anyone get out of hand.” Tag grinned and then took her hand, leading her up the second flight of stairs. “Are you sure you’re ready for this?”
“Yes.” McKenna was curious to see what exactly they considered hardcore.
On the third floor, as they made their way around the perimeter, she found it almost impossible to look into each of the rooms. She didn’t have much of a choice because all of the walls on this floor were made of glass as well and surprisingly, there were even more people sitting in the viewing rows than the other floor.
She saw everything from a man licking a woman’s shoes to a man wearing a diaper while a woman spoon fed him something and varying degrees of other, less attractive things going on.
“Ok, I think I’m good,” McKenna told Tag as they neared the stairs once again. She was ready to get back to one of the other floors. Either that, or perhaps rip her own eyeballs out.
Thankfully, Tag descended the stairs until they were back on the ground floor where he led her back to the bar and ordered more drinks. Once they were served, he took a step back, gesturing with his hand for her to lead the way. She appreciated that he was allowing her a few minutes to get acquainted with her surroundings. Not that she hadn’t seen everything before in some form or fashion, but this was the real reason she was here.
Considering for the last few days, McKenna had been playing house with a man she continued to find more and more compelling the longer she was around him, she knew this was what she had worked so hard to get to. Being with Tag was a bonus, one that she was pretty sure would only last as long as the contract specified. So, being the savvy business woman she prided herself to be, McKenna set about the room, attempting to log everything into her memory for use later.
Surprisingly, there were two different scenes from the ones earlier when they arrived. She was just grateful they were much more sexually stimulating than where they had just been on the third floor.
Now, if the alcohol would only help to erase what she’d just witnessed up there, McKenna might just be able to get on with their night.
~*~*~
For the last few minutes, Tag had followed close behind McKenna, doing his best not to disturb her as he watched in amazement the way she mentally archived every little detail of the club into that brilliant mind of hers.
He was glad for this little diversion also because it allowed him to forget the few things they had just witnessed on the third floor of the club. There was a reason he didn’t go up there. He was a staunch supporter of the term “to each his own”, but he also knew better than to subject himself to that type of activity. It did absolutely nothing for him.
To his relief, McKenna didn’t seem to be bothered by it one way or the other, aside from her enthusiastic agreement to leave. Now that they were back on the ground floor, surrounded by writhing, thrusting bodies in various stages of dress, she seemed to be once again focused on the most intriguing aspect of the club.
When she stopped to linger in front of one of the glass rooms again, Tag moved closer, taking her empty glass from her hand and depositing it on a table near them along with his. Pulling her up against him, Tag pressed his chest against her back, wrapping his arms around her waist as the fresh, sexy scent of her hair lingered in front of him.
He glanced at the room McKenna was fixated on, seeing Mistress Serena once again, but this time she had two men with her, one of them on his knees before her with his tongue buried in her pussy. Tag recognized the one licking her cunt as one of her submissives while the other was a regular member of the club who repeatedly requested Mistress Serena’s company.
Holding McKenna close to him, Tag felt her chest begin to rise and fall more rapidly as the scene played out before them, and he knew, without hearing, that her breathing was becoming a little more labored. Her arousal was proof that she had all but forgotten about what had transpired on the third floor, and he was grateful.