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happily prepaid her fee. “I didn’t think you were bold enough
     to come out on a sex play date with me at a club. Where’s your husband?” he asked, not caring.
    “Probably fucking your wife,” she said, passionately kissing him. “Why you got my locks hanging out like that?” Picking up
     his head wrap from the back of the chair, she proceeded to tie the wrap over his hair.
    The Latina women had dispersed elsewhere in the club. He noticed one of them shaking her head in protest at the guy he’d given
     a drink to. Dude would have better odds taking off those cheap clothes and going over to the all-nude side of the club.
    “I see somebody is happy to see me,” his invited guest said, massaging Lexington’s dick.
    “That’s his job. He’s part of the welcoming committee,” Lexington said, watching his dick harden. “See how glad he is to see
     you. Damn, you look hot! That’s a sexy-ass thong teddy.” He lowered the cup, uncovering her nipple, then sucked her breast.
    She licked her lips, then kissed his.
    Covering her nipple, she kissed him again. “Give me a tour. I wanna see where all of those people with towels wrapped around
     their asses are disappearing to,” she said, gliding her fingernails up and down his back. “Hold up,” she said, staring.
    A man sat at the table next to them. A voluptuous woman wearing a black leather corset with garter straps, stockings, a thong,
     long black gloves up to her biceps, a mask covering her eyes, and stilettos stood in front of the guy as she slapped a black
     cat-o’-nine-tails in her hand.
    “This is going to be good,” his date said, sitting down like she had a front-row seat at a sex show. “She’s definitely a dom.
     I’ve always wanted to do this.”
    The voluptuous woman danced seductively to “Darling Nikki” by Prince. Setting her breasts atop the bustier, she jiggled them
     in front of the guy’s face, gliding the leather strips over her cleavage. Licking the straps, she grabbed his ears, pulled
     his face into her pussy, stuffed her clit into his mouth, swayed back and forth, then commanded, “You’ve been awfully bad.
     Suck me.” Turning around, she bent over, sticking her ass in his face. Slowly she slid the straps over her pussy. “You wanna
     eat me, don’t you?” she asked.
    Frantically he nodded.
    “You don’t eat my pussy until I tell you to eat my pussy,” she said. “Stand up. Bend your ass over the seat,” she demanded.
    Lexington watched his invited guest stare in amazement at the couple. Her breathing pattern altered from normal to slow, deep,
     heaving breaths. He could tell the couple turned her on, but his eyes trailed her eyes to the woman’s nipples. From the way
     she watched the woman, he couldn’t tell if she was more turned on by the woman or the man.
    “Pull down your pants,” the woman said.
    Whack!
    The cat-o’-nine-tails whipped across the guy’s ass.
    “Down,” she said, and the guy knelt before her, then stared at the floor, his hands clamped in front of him.
    “You want a drink?” Lexington asked. He’d seen enough.
    “Whew!
Need
one. But I shouldn’t. I’m on antibiotics,” his guest replied.
    Lexington led her to the bar. Alcohol didn’t prevent antibiotics from working. His guest was having a drink on him.
    She stared at the woman seated at the bar on a high stool, with a man stooping in front of her, licking her pussy, then watched
     another woman straddle the rail across from the bar and begin masturbating with a pocket rocket clit massager.
    “This place is too hot! You should’ve invited me sooner,” his guest said.
    “Too hot or fucking hot?” Lexington asked, twirling his finger in the air to the bartender. Next he held up two fingers, signaling
     for a double shot of tequila, straight up, then pointed at his date.
    His date unzipped his pants at the bar, shoved him against a stool, got on her knees, grabbed his dick, and proceeded to lick
     his balls.
    “Aw, shit! You