What made the photo disturbing, however, is what she wore as a pink boa. It hung around her neck and draped across her pendulous breasts. And if you looked a little closer at the photo, you could see the body in the background that she’d carved her boa from. He lay on the floor, semivisible between her legs. A glistening pool ringed the body, which betrayed enough head and chest hair to identify it as definitely male. The pool clearly emanated from the empty hole where his intestines once had been.
“Wow,” Peter said, staring at that photo. “That’s really crossing the line.”
“Yeah,” Rae agreed. “I haven’t seen anyone wearing guts as an outfit around here. Though I guess, I wouldn’t rule anything out.”
“Really?” he asked. “You think they could kill someone here?”
“If it was sexy, yeah,” she said, “I do.”
He squeezed one hand on her ass. “I can’t believe I finally found this place,” he said.
“You want to kill someone?” she said. Something inside her clenched at the idea.
“No,” he said. “My fantasy has always been to be the guy on the table.”
“I can put you on the table,” Rae promised. “There’s a nice row of racks out here in the main part of the club,” she said.
She led him away from the photos to the door back into the Blue Room section of the club.
“Here you go,” she said, pointing at the half-dozen racks against the back wall of NightWhere. Three of them were currently occupied by people, two men and a woman. Half-clad people wearing black leather hoods stood at the front of the racks. At least one was a woman, but all of them slapped a mean whip, as the sound of leather hitting flesh echoed through the space, regardless of who was wielding the weapon.
“Is that the kind of thing you’re looking for?” Rae asked.
Peter shrugged. “Kinda, I guess.”
“But you’d like more,” she pushed.
He nodded. “I have some pretty bizarre fantasies.”
Rae slipped her arm around his waist. “I think you can probably find just about anything you want here.”
“Anything?” he asked.
She nodded. “I don’t think NightWhere is the place where normal people go. Nobody is going to judge you here. All you have to do is say what you want and…”
“What if I wanted you?” he asked.
Rae smiled. “We can talk about that.”
“Right now?” he asked, cupping her ass.
She pressed a hand against his and moved it to her waist. “Later, maybe,” she said.
Rae took Peter’s hand and led him away from the racks and over to the dance floor. The band was playing a metal track that she didn’t recognize, but the beat still made her sway. Peter saw that she was moving to the music and began to emulate her.
They danced amid a floor filled with others, all trying to get off with the music. The bass line throbbed right down in the crotch, so it wasn’t hard. Or really…it was hard. At least on Peter. Rae felt his cock pressing against her like a rod as they danced-he was definitely enjoying his time with her. But she was also working the leather outfit pretty good, rubbing herself against him and grinding her boobs into his chest.
She liked this guy. He was nothing much to look at, with his wide face and thinning hair. The flesh around his eyes looked a bit puffy, pouty. The lines of age began at their corners, and there was grey in the black hair of his temples. Beneath his black cotton shirt, she could tell there was some extra flesh as well. Peter looked a little heavy and worn, but he wasn’t pushy. He clearly was attracted to her, but was willing to let her do all the moving. He definitely needed a guide to NightWhere before he got in too far. He seemed almost…too fragile for this place. In a way, he reminded her of Mark.
Rae leaned in tight to his chest and rested her head on his shoulder as the music slowed to a gothic crawl. “Why are you here?” she whispered at the stubble of his jaw.
He slipped a hand across the bare skin of her ass and squeezed before daring a tiny slap. “Why are any of us here?” he said. “To live. And die.”
Rae rolled her eyes. “Ooooh, deep!”
She pulled him off the dance floor. “Come on,” she said, “I’ll show you deep.” She led him towards the bar.
Sin-D was wearing white latex tonight. It made her bare skin look even more brown than usual. You could see her outfit across the club, and Rae grinned as she watched the bartendress tease one of the men at the bar. Sin-D leaned forward so that his nose was smothered in her cleavage.
“This drink’s on me,” Rae promised, pushing Peter onto a bar stool.
“What’ll it be?” Sin-D said, leaning across the wooden bar to stare eye to eye with Peter. “You going to drink her, or me? ’Cuz I’ll tell you this, one of us is gonna end up sitting on your face tonight.”
Rae almost choked on her laughter. “I promised I’d show you deep,” she said. “They don’t get any deeper than Sin-D.”
“That’s what the last guy who told me he had nine inches said,” the bartendress grinned. “But I think the problem was that he just wasn’t really that big.”
“How about a Dewar’s on the rocks?” Peter said.
“Is that your polite way of saying you’re going to Do Hers, not mine?” Sin-D asked with an exaggerated wink. She pushed the drink across the bar, along with a Tequila Sunrise for Rae.
“Wow,” Peter said when Sin-D moved down the bar to help another customer. She bent over to get something from the floor and the white latex miniskirt allowed him a clear view of her tanned behind above her thigh-high white boots. “And wow again,” he breathed.
“She’s all yours if you want her,” Rae said. “My feelings won’t be hurt… I was there this morning. She’s worth some of your time.”
“Not my interest, at the moment,” Peter said. “But she is a character.”
“So what is your interest?” Rae asked.
Peter raised his eyebrows. “Well, that outfit you’re wearing certainly suggests some of what I’m looking for.”
Rae smirked and hooked her thumbs beneath the thin leather straps that connected the bustier to the thick leather collar around her neck. “What, this li’l ol’ dominatrix rag?”
He placed a hand on the swell of her breasts and slipped it up until his fingers stroked the metal studs on her collar.
“Yes, exactly,” he breathed. His voice was quiet.
“Have you been in the BDSM scene a long time?” she asked.
“Not at all,” he said. His eyes looked nervous, almost ashamed, and he stared into his drink.
“How did you end up here, then?” she asked, puzzled.
He shrugged. “I’m guessing someone was paying attention to the kinds of magazines that came to my P.O. box. One day I got the invitation to this place, and…after dreaming about this for so long, I couldn’t say no. I had to check it out.”
Rae smiled and took a sip of her drink. So, he was a virgin, of sorts. Hard to believe that anyone in this place could be so untried.
“Is it the leather that excites you, or the nudity, or the danger, or the pain?” she asked.
“Yes,” he said, grinning. “I want it all.”
Rae considered his dark shirt and faded jeans. He looked about as casual as you could get. “You need some leather for yourself,” she said.
He made a forced smile. “I know,” he said. “But I just…I dunno… I’ve never been able to buy it. I feel stupid dressing up like that for myself, and…”
“And you’ve never had a partner who wanted to,” she finished.
He nodded.
“Hey Sin-D!” she called. In a moment, the bartendress was draping her bosom across the bar and staring up at them with eyes flashing all the over-the-top cliches for come-hither that eyes have ever invented.
Rae ignored the show. “Where do you think I could find some matching leather studs for my stud here? He needs an outfit to go with mine.”
