I hope you guys are enjoying this. Don't expect this story to be entirely PC ... smut is the goal and no insensitivity is intended towards any gender identity by the rather rigid divide between 'men' and 'women' at this fictional club an the labels of male and female used. The only thing these labels intend to do is identify body parts for the purpose of visualizing the story and the smut! Feel free to read through your own lens - anything goes at this club!

2.

After relaxing on the bed for a little while, the two of them went to the bar to get a drink. Her mate, Maroon 1, held her hand as they walked and it felt nice. She knew instinctively that while most likely everyone in here could be trusted, her current companion was truly one of the very good guys. After getting their drinks, they sat down on one of the sofas. They chose a bigger one so more people would be able to join. Maroon 1 told her this was the best way to find new playmates - if that was what she wanted.

"Oh, it is. I'm just getting started," she assured him.

"For a newbie, you catch on quickly, Black 9," he said with a grin.

Then they made a toast to the night ahead and drank their cocktails. She knew she would feel the buzz of the alcohol soon but she was ready to let go now, with Maroon 1 by her side. More couples were coming into the bar and her eyes followed two gorgeous women who walked up to the bar basically joined at the hips, and each grabbed another shot of the beverage they had all had earlier. Drinks in hand, they sauntered over to a loveseat where they promptly started making out and feeding each other sips of their shots. She saw more people kissing and touching and looked at Maroon 1, a question in her eyes. He nodded then and smiled.

"Yeah. Kissing and fondling is allowed in here, but no actual sex acts."

As if on cue, they watched the Golden Guide leave her spot behind the bar to walk up to two men on a lounge chair. They had been kissing earlier but now, one of them had kneeled in front of the lounge chair and had started to give the other man oral sex. When the Golden Guide interrupted them, they immediately apologized for getting carried away and hurried off to the Men's Room.

The Men's Room wasn't a bathroom but it was the playroom where only men were allowed. She asked her mate if he ever went into that room. He just winked at her and she took that to mean that he did, indeed, go in there sometimes.

"Would you go into the Ladies Room?" he asked her in return, referring to the women only room.

She glanced at the two beauties on the love seat and bit her lip.

"Oh, absolutely."

"I can't watch over you in there though," he said with a grin.

She appreciated his concern and promised him she wasn't going to dump him just yet. When he asked her what she would like to do next, she asked him to pick a room for them.

"How about … the Police Station?"

She stopped breathing for a second, wondering if he knew somehow that she worked in law enforcement. But how could he possibly know that? It had to be a coincidence. She gathered that the playroom he was referring to would have attributes such as cages and handcuffs and while it hit a little close to home, she had to admit that the idea appealed to her. She trusted Maroon 1 and wouldn't mind being restrained just a little …

"Okay. I like it," she said.

They finished their drinks and when he gestured at the bar, where the shots were already refilled for all the guests, she shrugged and agreed to have another one. She had no idea what was in the shots but she was beginning to care less and less. He took her hand again as they strolled up the stairs towards the Police Station.

As soon as they entered the room, they were greeted by two 'officers' in uniform, clearly employees of the club. Their uniforms were interesting to say the least, consisting of a hat, a belt holding their fake guns and very real cuffs, a black thong and black boots.

"Alright, who's the suspect?" one of the officers asked sternly.

The pair glanced at each other and he nodded at her, asking her wordlessly if she would be the suspect that needed to be grilled. He then wrapped his hand around her bicep and she jumped into her role.

"I didn't do anything wrong! You should arrest him for dragging me in here!"

"That's enough now, young lady. Where do you want her, detective?" the other officer said with a semi-straight face.

"Do you have an interrogation room free?" her companion asked, gripping her arm a little tighter for show.

She let him guide her into the room, where three spaces against the far wall were set up to look like interrogation rooms, only with a wall missing so they would be in plain view at all times. Another couple was busy in the only cage in the room, with a man handcuffed to the bars while a woman was going down on him. She felt herself get wet again already and licked her lips as Maroon 1 led her to the interrogation table. One of the officers had walked with them and handed him a pair of handcuffs, which he used to cuff one of her wrists to one of the four rings that were fitted on the rectangular table. She was now attached to a ring along the longer side of the table, on the side where the only chair in the interrogation room was. She wondered if she would ever look at an interrogation room the same after tonight.

The officer retreated and joined his female colleague at their desk, where they proceeded to make out with each other. Just then, a woman entered the room, identifying herself as Red 7, Maroon 1's partner on the job. Maroon 1's eyes lit up and he then looked at her to ask for her consent.

"My partner here is going to join us," he told her, but although it had sounded almost as a command, she knew it was a question.

"Fine," she snapped, staying in character. "Maybe she'll be more reasonable than you."

Red 7 was a real red one, down to her fingernails, toenails and a neatly trimmed tuft of pubic hair. The woman gave her a slight shove so she would plop down on the chair behind her and then sat in front of her on the table. Red 7 spread her knees so she was between them, with a clear view of the little red tuft and the glistening folds beneath it. Her own cuffed hand was just an inch away from the woman's body and she could feel the heat radiating off of Red 7's core.

"So what are you in here for, Black 9?" Red 7 asked sultrily, while her green eyes perused her body with great interest.

"Ask him," she muttered, gesturing at Maroon 1 with her free hand.

He walked up behind her and started squeezing her shoulders. It felt amazing and she moaned softly, letting her head drop back until it hit his six pack. He squeezed a bit harder and she closed her eyes. She liked this interrogation tactic. But her eyes snapped open when she felt Red 7's warm breath hit her lips and she was face to face with the beautiful woman, who was still sitting on the table but was now leaning forward while she had placed her feet on either side of the suspect on the seat of the chair.

"I guess we're going to have to get the answers out of you by force," she whispered, and then the woman was kissing her.

She gasped, opening her mouth slightly, and Red 7 immediately took advantage by plunging her tongue into her mouth. Both women moaned and as they kissed, Maroon 1 began caressing both of them. One of his hands drifted down to Black 9's breast while the other slid down Red 7's back until he could cup her ass. When Red 7 jolted forward slightly, her folds connected with the cuffed hand of their suspect. Both women moaned again and broke off the kiss to look down between them. Black 9 flexed her fingers then and began caressing the other woman with the backs of her fingers. Red 7 slid forward a little more to give her better access and when Maroon 1 leaned in, they started kissing each other over their suspect's head. Red 7's full breasts were now dangling in front of her face and, throwing any remaining caution to the win, Black 9 latched on to one of them with her mouth eagerly. The two interrogators broke apart and looked down at their suspect with wide grins on their faces.

"She's a pro," Red 7 sighed contently, pushing her breast eagerly against her face. "We need to book her for solicitation."

"Yeah. We should. But maybe she has more to confess," Maroon 1 rumbled behind her. He then resumed squeezing and rubbing her breasts and when Red 7 gave him some room to work and leaned back on the table on her elbows, Black 9 knew what the woman wanted.

"Do it," Maroon 1 ordered, but she would have even without the command.

She leaned forward and her tongue darted out to find Red 7's clit at once.

"Gah! Only a woman, only a woman …" Red 7 mumbled, confirming that she was hitting her target perfectly on the first try.

She worked the woman's clit and folds expertly with her tongue and lips while Maroon 1 had moved to her side and offered her his cock to put her free hand on. It was hard to divide her attention between the two of them evenly, and a playful tug-of-war began for her services. When she abandoned Red 7 for a few moments to put her mouth on Maroon 1's big cock, the other woman got up and decided to change things up.

"Alright. Get on the table, now," Red 7 commanded.

Maroon 1 helped her get on the table, pretending to force her while guiding her gently. He positioned her on her back with the one wrist still cuffed to the ring on the table and then they cuffed her other wrist to the ring on the opposing side. Red 7 then stood at what was now the foot of the table and spread Black 9's legs before her.

"Time to confess," she told her suspect before leaning forward to return the favor and start eating her out.

"Fuck," Black 9 hissed, pulling on her restraints.

It was frustrating that she couldn't do anything now, like push Red 7's head against her flesh, because she was now throbbing already. It wasn't the first time that she was with a woman but she was used to being able to reciprocate. Right now, she was at the mercy of these two 'detectives'.

Red 7 moved her hands up her sides until she was cupping her breasts while her hot mouth never left her sensitive core. Black 9 was panting and squirming, trying but failing to push her hips up because her feet were dangling off the table.

"She's still fighting you," Maroon 1 said gruffly.

She looked at the man and saw that he was rock hard again, completely turned on by their game and the sight before him. He was caressing Red 7's body and then slapped her ass suddenly.

"Work her harder," he ordered. "Or I will."

Their suspect wasn't sure what she would prefer; Red 7 to continue her oral onslaught on her body until she came apart at the seams or to have Maroon 1 pounding into her again. But Maroon 1 had other plans. He had grabbed a condom and stood behind Red 7 while squeezing and rubbing himself a few times. He then put the condom on.

"Harder Red!" he ordered again and his partner added her fingers in the mix, pushing two digits into the suspect's pussy while sucking her clit.

Black 9's back arched off the table and she pulled her restraints harder. The other woman was setting her on fire completely. Her fingers were now massaging her insides, twisting and curling in the best way. Only a woman indeed, she thought as she let out a few curse words under her breath.

"That's it. You're getting to her now," Maroon 1 said excitedly. "I'll give you a push and we should get her to spill in no time."

After those words, he drove his cock into Red 7's soaking pussy from behind in one go. The woman cried out loudly and even the table moved an inch when Maroon 1 thrust her forward into their suspect. Red 7 needed some time to adjust to being fucked from behind and gripped the sides of the table with both hands while she got used to his rhythm. Meanwhile, Black 9 was throbbing with need and started swearing right along with the other woman. She yelped when Red 7's mouth descended on her once again but then they were interrupted by one of the officers.

"Here, maybe this will help," the woman said with a grin, handing Red 7 a baton.

It wasn't a normally shaped baton and Black 9 couldn't help grinning along with the officer. The cock-shaped baton was almost a perfect match for Maroon 1's real one. Maroon 1 paused while Red 7 began working her with the baton, using the short break to lean forward and fondle the woman's breasts instead. He kissed her shoulders and looked on with great interest as the baton disappeared into their suspect's body inch by inch.

"Fuck yes," the cuffed suspect hissed at the sensation of being filled up again.

"She's ready to confess," Maroon 1 declared. "Aren't you, Black 9?"

"Yes … yes … oh yes!" she confirmed as Red 7 began thrusting the baton in and out of her sensitive body.

Maroon 1 then resumed his encouragement of his partner by pounding into her from behind while she fucked their suspect with the baton. The sight before Black 9 was incredibly hot, seeing Maroon 1's perfect body slamming into the beautiful Red 7, whose breasts were bouncing with each combined thrust of the big cock that was fucking her and the equally big baton she was using on the woman on the table.

Black 9 was the first of them to come undone. Unable to please the others she just underwent the delicious treatment they were giving her and cried out loudly when she came, clamping down hard around the baton as her legs shook.

Maroon 1 followed her into bliss, loving the sight of the two squirming beauties in front of him as well as the feeling of Red 7's tight body around his big cock. As soon as he began to release his second load of the night, Red 7 too was overcome with pleasure and cried out with him, resting her forehead on Black 9's heaving stomach and holding onto the table for dear life as her body shook with Maroon 1's.

Black 9 thought she could come again from just this; from watching these two people orgasm between her legs. This was by far the sexiest thing she'd ever done in her life. And it wasn't even midnight yet.

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