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and his powerful chest flush to my back. His hand slipped around my waist,
just under my breast. From another perspective it may have looked like a
possessive hold on me. It was anything but. “Let’s watch the show, shall we?”
    I nodded and snuggled into him, glad to get off my too-high
spiked heels. Magically, two more drinks appeared on the bar and a large tray
of delectable finger foods. Yum. Had everything I needed.
    Wendy, now wearing a barely there lingerie thingie—all I
could think to call it—hushed the crowd.
    “Thank you all for coming.” She smiled and waved her hand
around to everyone. “There are some old faces and some new ones.” She pointedly
looked at Joe and me. To my horror, I felt a blush rush up my neck and bloom
over my cheeks. Her wink was outrageous and I couldn’t help but smile back at
her.
    The crowd clapped and she raised her hand before continuing.
“Tonight is very special and we hope you enjoy. This particular event has been
talked about for quite a while and even though our club is open to all for your
own form of pleasure, having a dedicated spectator-sex night is something we’ve
been asked for. Watching those around you in the club is perfectly acceptable,
but some people still felt uncomfortable watching.” She stopped and clapped her
hands together with delight. “So tonight you can gawk all you want without
feeling nosy. It’s your night and our volunteers are very happy to have you
watch them. Don’t be shy!”
    The murmur of voices rose and again, Wendy raised her hand.
“There will be no schedule or set performances, if you will, just adults
enjoying themselves in our club. So, off you go. Relax, have fun, watch, play
and enjoy.”
    I watched her disappear into the crowd and the excitement
I’d felt earlier grew. It just seemed so perfectly wrong to watch people have
sex. Yet being given the permission to watch was exhilarating.
    As the crowd began to disperse from the bar, I sipped my
drink and leaned back on Joe. Before I could say anything the two hotties from
the upstairs bar walked past. Mr. Intensity gave me a crooked smile and a slow,
sexy wink. Heat flared in me and I felt myself get wet.
    My train of thought went off track and I took a big gulp,
hoping the sharp burn of alcohol would snap me out of my lust haze. “Joe,” I
whispered. “Where should we set up our viewing seats?”
    “Dunno. Let’s watch where everyone heads to and decide after
that.” I nodded and froze at his next words. “Unless you want to follow those
two dudes from the upstairs bar?”
    How the hell did he know?
    “Um, sure. Whatever.” I tried to hide my surprise. Excited
that he brought it up. That meant he might be open to have a moresome? My heart
tripped over itself and I sipped again, squirming my ass on his lap. “Either
way, we’re gonna get some while we’re here.”
    “You better believe it.” He nuzzled my neck and shivers
rippled along my flesh. “You’re the hottest bitch in this place.”
    “Oh Joe.” I shifted until I was sitting sideways on him,
wound my arms around his neck and pressed my partly opened lips to his. “You do
have a way with words.”
    His tongue flicked out and pushed through my slackened lips.
I met his with mine. The soft and gentle dance of flesh was a total
juxtaposition to the burning, urgent need that roared inside me and from the
walls of the club itself.
    His arms banded around me and I sighed into him. We did have
a chemistry that I would be hard-pressed to give up. As he kissed me into
oblivion, the hazy apparition of Mr. Intensity’s face drifted through my mind.
His smile, dark eyes and slow wink heated me up. Joe’s cock twitched under me
and I wanted it in me, along with the hands of Mr. I and his quiet buddy all
over me.
    Joe broke the kiss, his breath harsh and ragged, hot where
he buried his face in my neck. “Let’s go find ourselves a perch and look for
some action.”
    I licked my lips and nodded. “Yes,