Chapter 8: Second Visit – Toys, Anal & Squirting

The same nondescript industrial-park lot felt different this time as they pulled in at 9:45 p.m. Confidence hummed between them like a low current. Sarah’s shorter black dress clung to her curves, the hem barely skimming mid-thigh, no bra underneath so her nipples already peaked against the thin fabric from the cool night air and the anticipation alone. A small purse rested on her lap, its bulge obvious—the bullet vibrator they had tested at home twice this week plus the fresh bottle of lubeHer fresh lace panties — the pair she’d bought during the week — were already damp against her folds, the constant low throb a reminder that the week of whispered planning had left her soaked for days.

Alex killed the engine and turned to her, eyes dark. “We’re not tourists anymore.”

She smiled, heart racing but steady. “No. We’re ready.”

Inside, the lounge wrapped them in the familiar red glow and leather scent. Ryan and Lisa waited at the bar, faces lighting up. Warm hugs turned into quick cheek kisses that lingered a beat too long, electric against skin still remembering last time. Lisa’s hand brushed Sarah’s purse. “You brought presents?” she teased, voice playful and low. “I like a girl who comes prepared.”

They laughed, the easy camaraderie from before sliding back into place like a favorite song. Quick drinks at the high-top—vodka-cranberry for Sarah, whiskey for Alex—then straight to the same alcove. This time they left the heavy curtain pulled wider, the gap inviting occasional shadows from the hallway. Exhibitionism already prickling Sarah’s skin.

Ryan closed the curtain just enough for privacy while still letting the possibility of eyes drift in. “Same stop word—red. But tonight we want to try more. You two set the pace.”

Sarah’s pulse fluttered. Anal. The toy. What if my body doesn’t cooperate? What if the pooch looks awkward when I’m bent over? Yet the nervous excitement pooled hot between her legs. She nodded. “We’re ready.”