Page 90 of Chandelier Enthralled
Getting into the club had been a miracle. Finding my way back was going to be impossible.
It was now or never.
I stepped into the space, pressing my back against the lacquered wallpaper, every nerve on edge. The woman moved closer, her presence electric, and her hand slipped behind my waist, smooth and deliberate.
She’d touched something behind me. I spun around to see that it was a cleverly hidden button.
Without a word, she stepped back, her eyes unreadable.
The floor shuddered beneath us—we were rising.
We were ascending upward to whatever fate awaited me at the top.
“Ready for some fun?” asked the brunette.
I gave a nod.
“You’re approved?” she asked. “For the sixth?”
“Of course.” Guessing she meant the sixth floor.
“Make sure you’re nice and wet,” she added. “You’ll be worked hard. But it’s worth it.”
“Why?” I said, trying to keep my tone even.
“We get tokens we cash in,” said the blonde, and then she looked puzzled. “First time in the High Chamber?”
I hesitated to answer, and then they lost interest in me.
The brunette had leaned back against the opposite wall, in full view of me, and had lifted her hem high. Her friend slid her hand beneath the brunette’s dress and caressed her. I assumed it was her clit she was rubbing fast, bringing a bright expression of pleasure to the woman’s face.
The brunette pouted and swooned at the sensations and widened her thighs to accommodate the movement. The blonde raised the hem higher with her left hand and continued strumming her friend’s pussy, showing off her Brazilian wax.
I could see what she was doing—a slickness covered her fingers as she vigorously flicked the nub, her labia open like a wild fruit welcoming the bee.
They were both peering down to savor the sensations further.
Her friend seemed to admire her own adroitness, now and again checking in with her friend’s pleasure with an expression of pride, her gift of tenderness intertwined with a raw, untamed touch.
Her willing victim’s head nodded, her expression needy and wanton as her body responded to the swift caresses.
I felt a heady sensation as though it were my body, my clit being rubbed.
This isn’t real.
But it was—no need to pinch myself.
Her friend glided her other hand downward until she had fully inserted her fingers inside her friend’s sex and finger-fucked her, causing her to let out a primal moan. This place was an erotic playground.
I couldn’t move, couldn’t look away, couldn’t show I wasn’t shocked at what was happening in front of me. Couldn’t tear my eyes away from that delicate bud that responded eagerly.
The brunette rose towards orgasm, pounding her ass against the wall behind her, spine arching as she rose higher.
Their effortless connection was intimate, wild, and full of daring fun. As they locked eyes, there was an unspoken understanding between them, a silent knowledge of each other’s desires, revealing the depth of their friendship.
She moaned toward her rising climax.
“You’re so ready, babe,” said her friend, pulling her hand away before the brunette found release.
