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even though she knew them to be true, and she put a hand over her mouth.
“Oh, yes. I’d forgotten about the sex party.”
“Did Milan ever take you to anything like that?”
“Not that setup in Vienna you went to, no. There was an incident in New York, though.”
Lydia leant forward.
“Really?”
“You want gory details, don’t you?” Vanessa sounded worried that Lydia might be looking for salt to rub into her relationship wounds, but Lydia was genuinely curious.
“Of course.”
Vanessa flicked a blob of ice cream from the end of her spoon onto Lydia’s nose.
“You really are a sick pervert. Well, we’d just played Carnegie Hall, and we were all supposed to be going to a restaurant afterwards, but Milan got a call from some guy he knew. Next thing I knew, he and I were in a cab heading for the Meatpacking District. We went into this club—we were on the guest list, I think. I don’t know what I was expecting. Some kind of edgy techno-house music type thing in a warehouse full of graffiti. Excuse me, I’m not very good with the terminology. I haven’t been out clubbing since 1993.”
“I can tell,” snorted Lydia, though she wasn’t exactly conversant with the latest trends in dance music, either. A Strauss waltz was more her bag. “So, go on. It wasn’t a dance club, I take it?”
“No, it wasn’t. It was a fetish club.”
“Ooh, seriously? He never took me to anything like that. Was he hiding a side of himself from me?” Lydia wondered, though Milan had never been one to hold back, so she guessed the opportunity had simply not arisen.
“I doubt it. Milan is interested in everything to do with sex, I think. He likes to dabble and he’s extremely open to new experiences, as I guess you worked out.”
“Yeah. What was this place like then?”
“I would call it…interesting. I’m not really that way inclined, but parts of it got me quite, y’know… Other parts of it just made me want to run and hide. There were people dressed head to toe in suffocating latex and leather and stuff—gimp masks. I always find them frightening, don’t know why. Maybe because they remind me a bit of gas masks, which are scary objects in themselves.”
“Ugh,” Lydia shuddered. “Hate them. And air-raid siren noises.”
“And there were people in cages—one woman was cuffed into this cage thing that had a little space for her head, so guys could just go up to her and put their dicks in her mouth. She had this contraption between her lips that held them open.”
“Milan didn’t…?”
“No. He did join in with a whipping, though. A cute girl in a corset and stockings, getting her bum flogged by all and sundry. Actually, I might have given her a couple of strokes.”
“Did you? Did it…do anything for you?”
“It made me feel a bit squirmy, I think. In an ‘I wonder what she’s feeling?’ kind of way. More curious than anything. Milan said it wasn’t the pain she was getting off on as much as the humiliation. I can’t really relate to that, but I might have asked him to give me a little spank or two, just to see what it felt like…”
Lydia giggled. “And what did it feel like?”
“Quite nice, actually. He didn’t do it very hard, of course. I’m a coward when it comes to pain. I got my own back and did it to him. He seemed to enjoy it.”
“Really? Milan?”
“He’s a sensation junkie. If it feels good, he’ll do it.”
“That’s true.”
They sat in silent contemplation for a moment, Lydia replaying all the wild and wonderful things she’d done with Milan before she dismissed the thoughts with firm determination and picked up the thread.
“And what about Ben? Do you think he wants a good spanking?”
Vanessa grinned into her ice cream.
“We haven’t got as far as S&M yet, strangely enough. If we do, I’ll let you know, okay?”
* * * *
Ben was waiting for them at the railway station the next day, holding a large hamper in front of him with both
“Oh, yes. I’d forgotten about the sex party.”
“Did Milan ever take you to anything like that?”
“Not that setup in Vienna you went to, no. There was an incident in New York, though.”
Lydia leant forward.
“Really?”
“You want gory details, don’t you?” Vanessa sounded worried that Lydia might be looking for salt to rub into her relationship wounds, but Lydia was genuinely curious.
“Of course.”
Vanessa flicked a blob of ice cream from the end of her spoon onto Lydia’s nose.
“You really are a sick pervert. Well, we’d just played Carnegie Hall, and we were all supposed to be going to a restaurant afterwards, but Milan got a call from some guy he knew. Next thing I knew, he and I were in a cab heading for the Meatpacking District. We went into this club—we were on the guest list, I think. I don’t know what I was expecting. Some kind of edgy techno-house music type thing in a warehouse full of graffiti. Excuse me, I’m not very good with the terminology. I haven’t been out clubbing since 1993.”
“I can tell,” snorted Lydia, though she wasn’t exactly conversant with the latest trends in dance music, either. A Strauss waltz was more her bag. “So, go on. It wasn’t a dance club, I take it?”
“No, it wasn’t. It was a fetish club.”
“Ooh, seriously? He never took me to anything like that. Was he hiding a side of himself from me?” Lydia wondered, though Milan had never been one to hold back, so she guessed the opportunity had simply not arisen.
“I doubt it. Milan is interested in everything to do with sex, I think. He likes to dabble and he’s extremely open to new experiences, as I guess you worked out.”
“Yeah. What was this place like then?”
“I would call it…interesting. I’m not really that way inclined, but parts of it got me quite, y’know… Other parts of it just made me want to run and hide. There were people dressed head to toe in suffocating latex and leather and stuff—gimp masks. I always find them frightening, don’t know why. Maybe because they remind me a bit of gas masks, which are scary objects in themselves.”
“Ugh,” Lydia shuddered. “Hate them. And air-raid siren noises.”
“And there were people in cages—one woman was cuffed into this cage thing that had a little space for her head, so guys could just go up to her and put their dicks in her mouth. She had this contraption between her lips that held them open.”
“Milan didn’t…?”
“No. He did join in with a whipping, though. A cute girl in a corset and stockings, getting her bum flogged by all and sundry. Actually, I might have given her a couple of strokes.”
“Did you? Did it…do anything for you?”
“It made me feel a bit squirmy, I think. In an ‘I wonder what she’s feeling?’ kind of way. More curious than anything. Milan said it wasn’t the pain she was getting off on as much as the humiliation. I can’t really relate to that, but I might have asked him to give me a little spank or two, just to see what it felt like…”
Lydia giggled. “And what did it feel like?”
“Quite nice, actually. He didn’t do it very hard, of course. I’m a coward when it comes to pain. I got my own back and did it to him. He seemed to enjoy it.”
“Really? Milan?”
“He’s a sensation junkie. If it feels good, he’ll do it.”
“That’s true.”
They sat in silent contemplation for a moment, Lydia replaying all the wild and wonderful things she’d done with Milan before she dismissed the thoughts with firm determination and picked up the thread.
“And what about Ben? Do you think he wants a good spanking?”
Vanessa grinned into her ice cream.
“We haven’t got as far as S&M yet, strangely enough. If we do, I’ll let you know, okay?”
* * * *
Ben was waiting for them at the railway station the next day, holding a large hamper in front of him with both
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