Chapter 12

The air inside the limo was thick with anticipation and the lingering scent of Leigh’s arousal. Leigh, now without her panties, shifted in her seat, her bare pussy rubbing against the smooth leather, the friction sending shivers of pleasure through her body. She made no effort to cover herself, her legs falling open slightly, a silent invitation to the men in the car.

Val switched to the seat in front of Leigh. She watched her with a mix of amusement as Leigh squirmed in her seat desperate for release. “You look like a slut, Leigh,” she purred, her voice low and commanding. “A beautiful, desperate slut.”

Leigh met Val’s gaze, her eyes shining with a mix of defiance and submission. “And you love it,”

Smiling with a slow, wicked curve of her lips, Val responded, “Indeed, I do.”

She reached into her purse and pulled out a sleek black leather collar, the metal buckle glinting in the dim light. “But let’s make it official, shall we?”

Leigh’s eyes widened as Val fastened the collar around her neck, the leather cool against her skin. In bold metal letters the word “SLUT” was imprinted across the front of the collar. Val attached a leash, the metal clasp clicking into place with a finality that sent a thrill through Leigh’s body. Val tugged gently on the leash, pulling Leigh closer.

“On your knees, slave,” Val commanded, her voice leaving no room for argument.

Complying, Leigh slid off the seat and onto the floor of the limo, her knees sinking into the plush carpet. Val spread her legs, the silk of her dress riding up to reveal her thighs, the promise of more beneath.

“Hold out your wrists!” Val ordered

Kneeling in front of Val and holding out her wrists, her hands trembling with desire tinged with fear, Leigh waited for Val’s next command. Val then handed her a pair of leather cuffs, the soft material supple and inviting. Looking directly into Leigh’s eyes, trying to determine any hint of defiance, Val demanded, “Put these on!’

Leigh fastened them around her own wrists, the click of the buckles echoing in the confined space. Val then connected the cuffs, binding Leigh’s wrists together like handcuffs.

“Good girl,” Val murmured, running a hand through Leigh’s hair. In a matter-of-fact tone, Val continued, “I need to cum. Now, show me how much you want to please me.”

Leaning in, her breath hot against Val’s inner thigh, Leigh could smell Val’s arousal, a musky, intoxicating scent that made her mouth water. With a gentle touch, Leigh hooked her fingers into the waistband of Val’s silk panties and slowly pulled them down, revealing Val’s bare pussy. Despite her wrists being bound, Leigh was able to throw the panties through the limo divider, where they landed on Samuel’s shoulder, a silent promise of the pleasure to come.

Starting at Val’s knees, Leigh’s tongue traced a slow, deliberate path up the inside of her thigh. She could feel Val trembling, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. Leigh took her time. It was her turn to tease and tantalize. Her tongue darted out to flick against Val’s sensitive flesh. When she finally reached Val’s pussy, Leigh didn’t hesitate, her tongue delving deep, tasting and exploring every fold and crevice.

Val moaned, her hips bucking against Leigh’s face, her hands grabbing the sides of Leigh’s head. Leigh could feel Val’s pleasure building, her body tensing and releasing with each stroke of her tongue. Leigh redoubled her efforts, her tongue moving faster, her suction stronger, drawing Val’s clit into her mouth and swirling her tongue around it.

Crying out, Val’s body convulsed as her orgasm washed over her, her pussy clenching and releasing around Leigh’s tongue. Leigh lapped up Val’s juices, her own body aching with need, her pussy throbbing with desire. But she knew better than to seek her own release, not without permission.

As Val came down from her high, she looked down at Leigh, her eyes glazed with pleasure. “Yeo really were a good girl,” she murmured, her voice soft and sated. “You’ve earned a reward.”

Leigh looked up at her, hope and desperation merging in her eyes. “Please, Val,” she begged, her voice hoarse with need. “Let me come. I can’t take it anymore.”

Val smiled, a slow, cruel curve of her lips. “Not yet, my dear. We have all night for that. For now, you’ll just have to suffer.”

Leigh let out a whimper, her body trembling with unfulfilled desire. But she knew better than to argue, her place as Val’s slave for the night was clear. She leaned back against the seat behind her, her bound wrists resting in her lap, her body aching with need as the limo pulled up to Roxy’s, the night’s adventures far from over.

The limo’s tires screeched softly on the blacktop of the street as it pulled up to Roxy’s, a notorious nightclub in Palm Beach known for its hedonistic atmosphere and wild parties. The building, a former depression era speak easy, had been transformed into a modern den of iniquity, with its retro-chic interior and pulsating neon lights. The bass from the music inside thumped against the limo’s windows, a primal beat that promised a night of unbridled pleasure.

Samuel, the chauffeur, stepped out of the driver’s seat with practiced efficiency. He moved to the rear door, his hand reaching for the handle. As he opened the door, a blast of cool air and the thumping bass greeted the passengers. Val emerged first, her white satin dress shimmering under the club’s neon lights, exuding an aura of cool confidence. At the end of the leash held by Val, Leigh followed, her long legs stepping out gracefully despite the height of her stilettos. The sheer black dress clung to her body, leaving little to the imagination. Her breasts, barely contained by the flimsy fabric, swayed gently with each step. I stepped out last, my eyes already scanning the crowd, with a mix of anticipation and possessiveness.

Val took the lead, guiding Leigh toward the entrance by the leash. The line of patrons snaked around the building, a writhing mass of bodies eager to enter the club’s hedonistic embrace. Val, with a confident stride, approached the bouncer, a towering man with a shaved head and a stern expression. His eyes flicked over the group, lingering on Leigh’s barely clad form.

Val leaned in with her head tilted toward Leigh and whispered, “She really wants to dance.”

The bouncer’s expression softened slightly, a glint of lust in his eyes as he really took in Leigh’s sexy display, particularly the leather emblazoned with the word “SLUT”. The bouncer’s big hand shot out, squeezing her large breast firmly. Leigh gasped, a mix of surprise and pleasure flashing across her face. The bouncer chuckled, a low, appreciative sound, as he released her and stepped aside, waving us through.

As Leigh passed, the bouncer gruffly said, “Enjoy your evening, miss.”

A wicked grin playing on her lips Val turned to Leigh. “Looks like you made an impression already.”

Inside, the club was a sensory overload. The dance floor throbbed with bodies, moving in sync with the pulsating beat of Wham’s “Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go!” The air was thick with the scent of perfume, sweat, and desire. Val led Leigh to the bar, so we could order a round of drinks.

The bartender, a handsome man with a charming smile, leaned in, his eyes lingering on Leigh’s exposed skin. “What can I get for you, beautiful?”

Leigh smiled, her voice sultry and inviting. “Surprise me.”

As the drinks arrived, Val downed hers in one swift motion, her eyes already drawn to the dance floor. She turned to Leigh, her voice commanding. “Come on, let’s show them how truly sexy you are.”

After unclipping Leigh’s leather wrist cuffs, the metal clasp clicking open with a promise of freedom, Val tugged on her leash toward the dance floor. Leigh’s eyes sparkled with excitement as she followed Val. The music shifted to Madonna’s “Like a Virgin”, and the two women began to move, their bodies undulating in perfect harmony. Leigh’s movements were fluid and sensual, her hips swaying to the rhythm, her hands tracing the air with graceful precision. Her nude body on full display through her transparent dress. Val’s silky white dress caught the light, the smooth fabric highlighting every curve and line of her body. As she moved the hem of her dress rose allowing glimpses of her bare pussy.

The crowd around them began to part, creating a tight circle of admirers. Several men and a few women drawn by the erotic display and the invitation proclaimed by the word “SLUT” on Leigh’s collar, moved closer, their hands reaching out to touch Leigh’s body. At first, their touches were tentative, a brush against her arm, a squeeze of her hip. When Leigh didn’t protest, their boldness grew. Hands groped her breasts, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh. Fingers slipped under her dress, exploring the wet heat between her legs. Leigh moaned, her body arching into their touches, her eyes glazed with pleasure.

Val, ever the observer, noticed Leigh’s growing arousal. She could see the flush of Leigh’s skin, the rapid rise and fall of her chest, the way her body responded to the touches. Knowing that Leigh was on the brink of orgasm, Val stepped in, her voice firm and commanding. “That’s enough, boys. She’s mine for now.”