I saw Hanna’s eyebrows shoot up. Way up.

Caleb’s hand began inching its way higher.

I abruptly stood up. “Bathroom!” I announced, and took off toward the women’s restroom.

Once there, I stood in front of the sink, staring at myself. The door opened and I looked over to see Hanna walk in.

“Okay, what the hell is going on, Erin? Who is that guy?” she asked, her arms crossed over her chest.

I bit my lip, trying to come up with something to say. I couldn’t. In the end, I blurted out, “I’ve had sex with him!”

Hanna’s face lit up. “I knew it! Is he the reason you kept ditching us? Because if he is, I must say, great job. He’s so hot.”

“Okay,” I decided, “I want to tell you everything, but we have to ditch Sascha and Greer first.”

Hanna grinned widely at me and, in a matter-of-fact voice, said, “It’s done!”

Jackson

I was lounging at the bar when I got a text from Erin.

Hey! it read, I’m here at the club. My friends decided they wanted to check out the Overground.

I’m at the bar, I reply, feeling excited. I didn’t expect that I’d get to see Erin again today after she texted me earlier.

A few minutes later, Erin, accompanied by a short, curvy black woman, walked in.

“Hi,” I said, standing to greet them.

Erin gave me a quick kiss on the lips. When she pulled away, I saw that her friend’s eyes were wide.

“Hanna, this is Jackson,” Erin introduced. “Jackson, this is one of my best friends, Hanna.”

Hanna and I shook hands, and she smiled at me.

“So is Jackson the reason you’ve been sneaking out?” Hanna asked, looking at Erin.

Erin looked uncertain of herself, but she replied, “Yes.”

“What about that other guy then? The one at our table?”

“That’s Caleb,” Erin explained. “He’s the other reason I’ve been sneaking out.”

“What?” Hanna asked in confusion. Then realization dawned across her face. “Oh!” She gently swatted Erin’s arm. “Damn girl, you should have told me! I would have helped you sneak out,” she said, giving me an appreciative look. I grinned at her. I liked Hanna already.

Relief spread across Erin’s face. “I was nervous to tell you.”

“Why? Because you thought I’d think you were a big slut?” Hanna joked.

Erin grimaced, making Hanna’s eyes widen. She wrapped an arm around Erin. “No, I was just kidding, Erin. I don’t believe in slut-shaming other women, you know that. And I’d especially never slut-shame you! I love you and just want you to be happy. You know, as long as you’re not kicking puppies or murdering little old ladies or something like that.”

“No, nothing like that,” Erin said, hugging her friend back.

When they parted, Hanna asked, “So Jackson and Caleb are the reason you’ve been so sneaky.”

“Well, not just that,” Erin admitted.

When I told Hanna about the Dungeon, she immediately asked if she could go down there. Erin looked surprised at her friend, but nevertheless looped her arm through Hanna’s as we rode the elevator down to the basement.

Hanna’s eyes were wide when the elevator doors opened. Even Erin looked a little dazed and she’d been down to the Dungeon a few times already.

Moaning filled the room as I guided the women over to the closest room. The door was closed, but there was a window that allowed you to see inside. Each window had a panel that could cover the window if the participants were comfortable being watched. I found most people liked being seen.

Inside, a woman knelt on the ground before three men, taking turns blowing them.

“These are BDSM scenes,” I explained. “We’re allowed to watch, but we can’t intrude on them, not unless they ask if you want to and you’re okay with it.”

We continued down the hall, peering inside the windows. There were men wearing assless chaps and black buskins and people have threesomes or foursomes. In one room, a woman was suspended from chains on a St. Andrews Cross, crying out as she was flogged. Erin grew a little red when she saw that, no doubt thinking back to two nights ago when she was in a similar situation.

By the time we reached the end of the hallway, Hanna’s face was bright red and her eyes were dilated, her chest heaving. Oh yes, she was definitely into it.

“Would you like to try?” I asked her gently, trying not to push her into it if she wasn’t ready.

Hanna seemed unable to speak, but she nodded.

“Wait here,” I said, and went to see if Master Stone was available. I found him in the lounge we set up for people to relax or just hang out with like-minded if they wanted to.

I brought him over to Hanna and introduced them.

From Italy and with a strong accent that many men and women were charmed by, Master Stone was perfect dom for people new to BDSM. He whisked Hanna away to a room. She didn’t even turn back, far too aroused to even say goodbye to Erin.

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