It was a bizarre night that left me hunting for missing time. I woke up the next morning in Beth's apartment, with no memory of how I got there. The last thing I recalled was falling asleep in that cold, dark bedroom with a guy I had just met. Somehow, I had dressed up, walked down the stairs, and gotten into a car that brought me here, but why couldn't I remember anything?

Beth was still asleep, so I tip-toed to the Jack-and-Jill bathroom she shared with her mostly absent brother. I stood in front of the mirror, staring at the state of my makeup. I noticed the small scratches from tumbling at the table. Then, I pulled my dress down, revealing purple bruises on my breast. I began recollecting all that I could remember, especially the man in the shadows who made it an unforgettable night just like he promised. The night was unforgettable, but those gaps - well, maybe they will come to me soon.

I thought about the way he touched me with his bare hands, which brought showers to the long, barren land. I was torn between wanting to know what he looked like and keeping the mystery a little longer. Maybe not seeing him or anything at all was the most exciting part of the night. If this wasn't a well-executed one-night stand, I can't say what is. We fucked, and we don't have to see each other anymore, which is perfect - No dates, No small talk, No bullshit, just Dick N Dash.

It wasn't the lifestyle I was imagining for myself, but hey, we never get what we want or what we deserve, so I'd rather take what I get. NOO. I feel like a freaking hoe, but one with power and control. But that whole sexcapade, one that was so intense, wasn't in my plan. When Beth told me about the party, I had imagined something else, nothing close to this. I get why she had to do that, maybe it was the NDA or she intentionally concealed information to let me have a very exciting experience. But, will I go again? Or will I be invited again after the stunt I pulled in the dining room? Only time will tell. But now, I need to wake Beth up before I leave home.

Just as I turned around to open the door to the bedroom, the door on the other side swung open, and a guy in his late 20s wearing pyjamas and a hoodie walked in with eyes half-closed until he realized I was standing there and jumped back out, closing the door behind him and yelling. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"

I retorted from the other side. "Please, I'm done here. Sorry for the trouble."

I closed the other door behind me, walked to Beth, and woke her up.

"You psycho! Why do you wake me up on a Saturday morning?"

"I need to leave."

"You're not a kid. Just inform Soph and crash here. And let me sleep."

"Not until you tell me how we got here."

"How else? We came in the car."

"But I don't remember anything. I don't remember anything after falling asleep on the bed somewhere."

"Are you kidding? What do you mean you fell asleep? We were up all night."

"Ugh, but I don't remember anything after the dinner and the..."

"I felt disoriented the first time too."

"No, this is different. I can't remember anything after that."

"What's the last thing you remember?"

"I kind of had sex with a guy, and that's the last thing."

"Wait! What?", she sat up on her bed. "Fuck my sleep. Spill the beans girl!"

"Ugh... what can I say? I wish I was sober, but I think I was too drunk by then. After I fell at the table trying to call out your name, someone promised to take me somewhere safe. I followed him, and he carried me up the stairs, and then we went into a bedroom, and yeah, it happened."

"How was he? Did you see him? Was he good?"

"When he carried me up, I thought he was a gentleman. But he was nothing but. He was carnal, like an animal. I only noticed the outlines of his body, and that's not the type we see every day."

"Someone got super lucky, huh?"

"Stop that! Tell me what you did."

"Okay! So, just keep this with you. We can't be talking about this anywhere else."

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Beth's POV

I kept hoping that I would get used to the kind of parties these people throw, but they never fail to amaze me. I always felt like an outsider among the elite and the grandeur of things, but at least this time I had Mila with me, sharing the same wonder. We were both almost open-mouthed at everything around us.

Despite this being only my third time here, I could recognize most of the guests. I could only imagine how long they've been throwing parties like this. If I hadn't been acquainted with Naomi at the spa, I never would have stepped into a place like this. My big mouth was the ticket to something I'd never imagined in reality.

They had asked us to dress in black, and I had a "Great Gatsby" themed party in mind. Most of the black and gold decor hinted at that too, but the moment the lights went out and Naomi made her big entrance, I immediately knew they had planned something big. It began with a Dine in the Dark experience that I'd only seen on my Instagram feed, but actually experiencing it was out of this world.

Our groups were split up, so I barely knew where in the room I was or who sat by me. Nobody cared, because we were all still adjusting to the darkness and using more of our other senses. I didn't know my tongue had so many tastebuds or different regions of taste. I may have read that somewhere, but for the first time, I actually observed it keenly and realized how underrated our tongues are.

Just as we were beginning to get tipsy and the last course was served, I heard Mila calling out to me. But it was too loud for me to reply or be heard, and a few seconds later, it stopped. I assumed she was safe and didn't need me to share her excitement anymore, so I went back to slowly scraping the dessert on the plate with the tiny spoon and licking it. It felt like I was 'really eating' something for the first time.

A few minutes later, after our dishes were carried away by the blind waiters, a distinctly clear bell rang from one corner of the room. Immediately, the doors on all sides opened, and a few of the waiters walked in a file carrying candles held on candelabras. As they walked around the room in neat circles, swiftly placing them at the corners of the room, exposing some light and revealing how big the room was, everyone was dead quiet, observing the act.

Naomi looked at me with a mischievous smile as she raised her glass at me. Looking at her made me want to run and hide somewhere. She was the only woman who had made me feel like that. I didn't even know I was bisexual until I met her.

I found my way towards her in the dimly lit room.

"What's next?" I asked her as I stood shoulder-to-shoulder with her.

"Just some games for our guests. Not for you and me, though. I have something else planned for us."

"What is it?"

"Don't you like the suspense of it all? Follow me," she said as she grabbed one of the candle holders placed near the door and walked out into the hallway. I followed her without protesting or asking where we were going.

"Rob and I have finally finished renovating our basement, and you're going to be the first one to see it," she said as she continued walking towards the kitchen.

"The basement? Wow," I muttered to myself.

We stepped into the elevator, which opened to what looked like a sex dungeon. A big king-sized bed lay in the centre, veiled in a canopy of black sheer cloth hung from the ceiling. To the left was a wooden bench with leather shackles on its corners. The wall adorned various colours and sizes of whips, shackles, padlocks, and bondage harnesses like they were trophies to show off. I could only imagine what else was locked behind the cupboards underneath. The other side of the room had a view of a massive bathroom with a large marble bathtub in the centre.

"I know this is a bit of a shock. You don't have to do it if you don't want to."

"Um... I don't know, Naomi. This is..."

"Just think about it. Rob and I would love it if you participated. We promise it will be fun."

"We?"

"Oh! What can I say?" Naomi settled onto one of the couch chairs next to the bed. "Rob has been so jealous of me spending more time with you than him. I hope you don't mind if he joins us. Do you?"

"Um, no, but..."

"I'm going to take good care of you. I promise," she said as she stood back up. "I want you to wear something," she said as she walked across to the other side of the room, opening up a tiny closet and revealing clothes that barely looked like clothes. Most of them were made of leather adorned with spikes, harnesses, and chains running across the body. I was terrified just imagining what else she might have in store. Before I could even protest, she picked out a costume from the closet and walked to me.

"I picked this out just for you. Can you wear it for me today?" she asked, and I did nothing but oblige. It felt like she had an unknown power over me, but even otherwise, I was too scared to deny her anymore. It felt like I had no choice but to indulge and do what they said, or face the unknown repercussions of disappointing them. I should have run away while I still had the chance, but now that I'd brought Mila into this too, I couldn't risk her safety.

Quietly, I nodded and began stripping in front of her as she watched me sitting on the couch. I put on the extremely cold and uncomfortable costume, but when I looked at the mirror, every single thought flew away.

"I knew you'd like it. Now, come to me," she said.

I walked and stood in front of her. She held one of the straps on my costume and made me kneel before her. She pulled me closer to kiss me on my lips as she cupped my breasts and pressed them gently. A fire rose and consumed me from the inside, something that I couldn't stop.

"You started without me," a voice roared from the elevator entrance.

"Not without you, my love," she said, still sitting and holding one of the harnesses. "She is all yours."

"No, baby, I want to watch you tonight," he said as he settled on the bed with his arms folded behind his head.

She grabbed me back again and kissed me deeper, but I was a nervous wreck this time. How else would I be, with a man—her husband—watching us make out? That was weird, even for me. But, I did not dissent, not a single word or a grunt to admit that I was uncomfortable.

"I want you on the bed," she said, dragging me by my collar and pushing me onto the bed. She unbuckled two straps that connected to my underwear and let her fingers move across my vulva and my vagina in circles until I was wet all over. She even found my happy button and enjoyed making me moan louder. And then I was ordered to lick her unsatiably. I was sure she had an orgasm, but she didn't want me to stop.

Through it all, Rob still lay on the bed rubbing his crotch as he looked intensely at his wife, and it felt like he was enjoying watching her have pleasure. How secure can their relationship be, to be able to watch your wife with another person, especially a woman? I could not fathom what they had between them. Even as Naomi was physically with me, her eyes were constantly teasing Rob, inviting him to join. But, he was a man of his word and he did not budge.

"Oh Naomi, come here," he finally spoke. And she let me go immediately, leaping onto him and began kissing him, inviting me in. One after the other, we took turns kissing each other. And when she was on top of him, he took his member out and pushed it inside her, slowly pulsating through her.

When they were done with each other, Rob put his robe back on and left the room for us. After watching them have sex in front of me, I felt too fiddly to touch her again, especially after seeing her orgasm a second time.

"Let me help you finish," she said. It was like she heard me. She walked across to the cupboard and brought out a dildo that had a remote control. "I want you on the table," she said. I was shackled to the corners of the table and she controlled the vibrator, pushing it in, making me cum until I almost screamed for her to stop.

Then, I took a shower in their massive tub, put on my clothes, and went around the main hall looking for Mila, but I couldn't find her anywhere. If I had to go through something like this, I was panicky about what they might have done with her, or how she would react after it all. But, a few minutes later, I saw her descend the stairs like a drunken teenager. I will forever remember the look on her face when she found me there. She ran towards me, hugged me tight, and told me never to leave her alone again.

As we left the party early that night, I couldn't shake the feeling that this was just the beginning.

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