It was a night of pure hedonism. The taste of tequila on my tongue, the feel of latex against my skin and the sure and certain knowledge of what was to come. To walk around a sex club as a single girl is to wield a certain kind of magic. To have complete control and give it up in a perfectly equal measure.

My friends are somewhere a room away, at the bar or watching the goings on open-eyed. I am not a watcher, and I am here to do.

I dance on the crowded dance floor, enjoying eyes on me. I'm poured into a red latex dress, deep cleavage, halter neck to show my back, short and tight enough that there is no doubt about the absence of anything beneath.

A beautiful vision catches my eye. She's tall, taller than me, with pixie-like features and a closely shaven head. Her thick lips fascinate me, combined with the androgynous hair and I wonder what she tastes like. I catch her eye and hold it, keeping her in my steady gaze. There's a promise in my eye of something... Something involving skin on skin. I move towards her subtly as the crowd throbs around us. She bats her eyes down and retreats, a deer shy of a walker in the forest. I let her move off, she won't go far.

The dance floor is open in front of me without her pixie presence. I realise that I'm being watched, scrutinised, visually tasted. A couple are dancing entwined, his hands cupping her breasts, discussing me. I look into her eyes and I'm lost. She is a tiny, petite, brunette and has a harshness to her face that suggests she takes no prisoners, veiled under dark sultry eyes. She smiles slowly, knowing I will come to her.

I join them in three strides and with no introduction, she takes my face in her hands and places her lips on mine. She tastes like cherries with a hint of something animal, maybe the taste of him. We dance entwined, her mouth on me and his hands on both of us. He is an undefined presence, a masculine warmth without a face as all of my awareness is on her. It's impeccably clear to me that he has come here desiring only to please her. And now so have I.

"You will come with me"

My god, her voice. She has a thick Spanish accent that wraps itself around each word like a filthy embrace.

She leads us to the bar. We follow, arms around her, and I look for the first time at our male companion. He's young, much younger than me whereas she is both of our seniors. He's blonde, strong and good looking with a dash of arrogance and young male naivety. He is very clearly her toy.

She orders tequila for us. She pours the salt gently on the inside of my wrist. "Lick her" she instructs him. His tongue is hot on my arm and traces up to my neck. He lifts me just a little and presses me against the bar, kissing her as he does so.

"Follow me". She takes both of our hands and leads us away. We're swept under her spell. I'm vaguely aware of flesh exposed around me, a writhing club of bodies, lust and latex. But my attention is rapt with her.

She gently leads me to lay down. It's a dentist chair, in a dimly lit room. She positions him between my legs. "I want to watch you lick her", she says.

He is eager to please. His tongue traces his way up my thigh. She has taken position by my side and leans over me, stroking my hair, my face and my breasts.

"Do you like the way he licks you baby?" she whispers to me in that Spanish voice.

He is teasing me mercilessly. His tongue traces the depths of my thighs and I long to be touched. Gently, infinitely slowly, he slides one finger inside me. I gasp with the pleasure of it, against her as she kisses me. I'm shocked at how wet I am now as I feel him touch me. I don't remember being this wet before and it's all for her. 

His tongue plays circles on my clit, and it's such a relief to be touched. I writhe against the chair, moaning for her. Her hands are me, half caressing and half restraining. His pace increases, teasing, stroking, circling. 

"Would you like to come for me?" she whispers. 

Unable to find words, my eyes are fixed on hers, pleading. 

Her face changes just a fraction but it's a shift from gentle coaxing to a command. In that moment she is our queen. 

"Come for me now. Come now" 

Waves of orgasm crash through me. His fingers caress inside me with his tongue still dancing on my clit. She kisses me deeply until my shaking subsides and strokes my face. 

"Would you like him to fuck you?" 

I nod, trembling. My gaze stays locked on her eyes and her face as she nods to him, a silent instruction she knows he will not question. He slides on a condom, and I can sense how much pleasing her is turning him on, how much he wants to be inside me. She reaches down and takes his hand and kisses me deeply, her tongue exploring my mouth, as I feel the tip of his cock against my wetness.

"Fuck her now. Slowly" 

He pushes his cock slowly deep inside me. I let out a low moan. He's big, and I squeeze him hard as he fills me, causing him to moan back in response. He starts to fuck me slowly, rhythmically. Her hands are on my breasts. Her hair falls across my face and her the scent of her perfume envelopes me.

"Do you like that baby?" she whispers in her Spanish tones. My back arches against the dentist chair and I moan with each thrust.

"Fuck her harder now"

I reach down and feel his shoulders, they're wide and in stark contrast to her tiny frame. He thrusts into me hard, again, again, again and I want him to devour me. I can tell by the way he's swelling inside of my wet pussy that he's close, and I feel absolutely certain that that will tip me over a new precipice too. I'm wetter than I've ever been. 

Her eyes stay fixed on mine, stroking my breasts, my face, my hair. 

"I want you both to come for me. Will you be a good girl and come for me now?" 

I nod between moans. I'm lost to the pleasure of her voice, her face and the pounding between my thighs. Great waves of pressure build up in my pussy and I can feel them ready to crash. He loses all control and fucks me wildly, pounding into me, pounding, pounding. With a great roar I feel him buck and swell inside me and the feel of him coming causes a great crashing wave of orgasm to wash over me. I'm out of my body, out of space, out of that club, in a world that consists only of her voice, her perfume and that orgasm. She kisses me deeply, holding his hand, feeling us both begin to subside.

We lay like that for what might have been seconds, minutes, hours. Slowly he rises to his feet and lifts me up to a seated position. I'm shaking, and blink around me like I'm there for the first time. We're on a stage. How we got on here without me seeing I don't know. My attention only consisted of her. A small crowd surrounds us, maybe 20 men and couples. Cocks are hard, in hands, mouths, pussies wet from watching our unintended performance. It's deeply erotic and strangely intimate, despite the fact that I had been oblivious to them until now. 

"Good girl," she says. "Very good." 

Silently she takes my phone and enters her number. Until next time...