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apparently more than willing to pleasure one another as well.
    “Thank you, Lilly,” Remy said as he handed her a small numbered key. “Bring our toy chest, if you would.”
    Lilly looked down at the key in her hand and, unable to speak, nodded. As she walked toward the locker room, she felt the familiar dampness gathering between her legs. There was no disguising the hardness of her nipples as her breasts bounced and swayed under her toga, thrilling at the sensual abrasion of the silk. Retrieving the chest, she couldn’t help but wonder what was in it. Since taking the job at the club, she’d seen every manner of device imaginable. She had seen giant dildos made from wood, glass, marble, and one patron had even brought one in carved from ice. She’d seen vibrators in every shape and size imaginable; restraints made from silk, satin, leather, velvet, and even the clichéd fuzzy handcuffs had been paraded out. She’d watched patrons spank one another with paddles, whips, belts, switches, their bare hands, and she’d even watched one man whip his lover with his cock. What secrets were buried in Remy’s treasure chest, she wondered.
     
    * * * * *
     
    Remy walked over to Philippe and, reaching out, stroked his fingertips lightly over the prominent veins of Philippe’s swollen cock. He smiled, breaking character for a moment, as he whispered in Philippe’s ear, “If seeing this monster doesn’t make her give in, nothing will. You could tempt a saint with that thing.”
    With the breech in character, Philippe did what he had wanted to all night. He grasped the back of Remy’s neck and pulled him in for a searing kiss. Their lips met, tongues tangling together. He knew that Remy loved the feel of his beard, and he moved the bristly hair over the other man’s cheek as he delved his tongue into the spicy heat of Remy’s mouth. When he broke the kiss, he said, “We’ll have her tonight.” Glancing out at the club, which was now completely deserted save for the bartender who was cleaning up, he continued. “You should ask her to watch my punishment. Our Lilly has a tender heart.”
    Remy chuckled. “You think you’ll get a pity fuck out of it?”
    “I’ll take what I can get at this point. Every time she walks by, I can smell her cunt. It’s killing me.”
    Philippe looked at Remy, his eyes conveying a truth that was irrefutable to them both. Philippe had never wanted a woman in all his eight hundred years the way that he desired Lilly. He couldn’t imagine that it was any different for Remy. The scent of her, the silken texture of her skin, the gentle waves of her dark hair, along with the lush globes of her breasts and her ever erect nipples were driving him mad. At the sound of her approach, Remy stepped away from him. He missed his nearness immediately, but he knew they had to play it just right. If not, he would walk away for good.
    “I’ll be going now,” she said, her voice hesitant. “I will be back at five tomorrow.”
    “Stay for a bit, Lilly,” Remy urged. “Philippe and I rarely get to engage when we still have an audience.” Before she could protest, he said, “At this point, it will be nothing you haven’t seen countless times from other patrons, but it does add a bit of spice for us.”
    She couldn’t disagree. People had been doing things she’d never even dreamed of right in front of her eyes for the past week. Of course, she hadn’t fantasized about joining them. Still, it would be rude to deny his request without providing a genuine reason, and the reason would only humiliate her. “Where should I sit?”
    Remy smiled. “You can lie on the chaise. Your feet must be aching after such a long night.”
    They were, but she’d forgotten them. At the sight of Philippe’s imposing prick, she’d forgotten a lot of things. Moving to the chaise, she positioned herself carefully so that she could have a clear view of them. With a side view of Philippe’s cock, she creamed even more.