RSThomas42
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The private club known as the Wet Spot was located in an unobtrusive building down a dark side street, somewhere deep in the city. From the outside no one would suspect what the sprawling single story building played host to night after night as there were no signs, and the place absolutely did not advertise. You had to be invited by a member and attend a vigorous orientation to be allowed within, and there were strict standards for joining, including a criminal background check. The management was quite strict about their rules for a reason, as they were the premiere sex-positive club in the city.
Spence loved the Spot and had been a fixture here for quite some time. Besides the large dance floor and comfortable areas to sit and socialize with like-minded people, the club featured amenities for a wide variety of tastes. There was both a large public dungeon and several private rooms equipped with racks and kink toys for those who enjoyed BDSM, there was a “Jack and Jill” room for those with a penchant for voyeurism and exhibitionism, and those with a taste to the extreme even had a carefully sanitized chamber for blood play and similar activities. And of course, there were plenty of spaces available both public and private for those who just wanted to get down and fuck, as such behavior was not only allowed, it was encouraged.
The club was darkened, and the music was loud, though not quite loud enough to mask the cries and lamentations of those currently entertaining in the many playrooms. It was a busy Saturday, one of the nights of the week when finding a private spot was almost impossible, but a private spot was the last thing that Spence had in mind tonight anyway. He smiled over at Cole and brushed a lock of his hair out of his eyes. He’d worn it down tonight the way Cole liked it and had dressed to the nines in an open-throat silk shirt and black pants. It was a special night after all, while Spence had sampled almost every pleasure the Wet Spot had to offer its members, their plans for tonight were something he’d never tried before.
“You look great tonight,” he said. “I’ve really been looking forward to this. Word is already getting around, I think we’re going to have quite an audience.”
Spence loved the Spot and had been a fixture here for quite some time. Besides the large dance floor and comfortable areas to sit and socialize with like-minded people, the club featured amenities for a wide variety of tastes. There was both a large public dungeon and several private rooms equipped with racks and kink toys for those who enjoyed BDSM, there was a “Jack and Jill” room for those with a penchant for voyeurism and exhibitionism, and those with a taste to the extreme even had a carefully sanitized chamber for blood play and similar activities. And of course, there were plenty of spaces available both public and private for those who just wanted to get down and fuck, as such behavior was not only allowed, it was encouraged.
The club was darkened, and the music was loud, though not quite loud enough to mask the cries and lamentations of those currently entertaining in the many playrooms. It was a busy Saturday, one of the nights of the week when finding a private spot was almost impossible, but a private spot was the last thing that Spence had in mind tonight anyway. He smiled over at Cole and brushed a lock of his hair out of his eyes. He’d worn it down tonight the way Cole liked it and had dressed to the nines in an open-throat silk shirt and black pants. It was a special night after all, while Spence had sampled almost every pleasure the Wet Spot had to offer its members, their plans for tonight were something he’d never tried before.
“You look great tonight,” he said. “I’ve really been looking forward to this. Word is already getting around, I think we’re going to have quite an audience.”