“You have no idea. After my divorce, I spent too much time here. Then…”
Her ears perked up. “What?”
“Let’s just say I once knew someone who also liked spending a lot of time here. Especially on certain nights.”
“Oh? What kind?”
“I think you can guess.”
Eden giggled before the Champagne touched her lips.You naughty boy, Ben.Eden certainly could guess. Between his voyeurism and affinity for playing in groups, Eden guessed that he had once been a regular at events that included as many people as possible. Or invite-only gigs when it was a special woman’s birthday.I saw a sign-up for that tonight!Absolutely wild! To think… that was how some women wanted to spend their birthdays!I kinda get it now…
“My friend Blair invited me to Ladies’ Night,” Eden said. “Women and women-identified people only. She said it’s a huge lez-fest, and the only night a lot of women come. Think I should go?”
“Are you interested in women like that?”
She realized she had never had that kind of conversation with him – or Liam – before. “Dunno. I fooled around with a friend back in college, but it didn’t really go anywhere. Am I bi? Maybe. Never really thought about it.” She wrapped an arm around his torso. “Would you have a problem with that, Mr. Smith? Watching your girlfriend make out with another girl?”
“Not a problem at all.” His hand squeezed her shoulder. “I have no problem with anyone’s sexuality. Be who you are, angel.”
Kinda weird to put it that way when I was just joking.Still, good to know?
“They have an LGBT night here for the whole spectrum,” Benson said. “Maybe we should come to one of those. ‘Cause I think I might be frozen out of Ladies’ Night.”
“You think so? Have you been?”
“I’ve been on accident before, that’s for sure. I never know what to make of a bunch of guys hitting on me.”
“Doesn’t that happen at La Mariposa sometimes?” Those parties and orgies could getwildwith everyone involved. Eden had heard her fair share of stories and seen a couple of things herself. “I mean, guys hitting on guys.”
“They even have events just for men. As in, it’s all men, including the Butterflies.”
“Huh? Really? This is my first time hearing it.”
“They do it twice a year. If you’re on the regular guest list, you hear about it.”
“Do they have one for all women, too?”
“Once a year.”
“Well, that doesn’t sound fair. They should get to live their sapphic fantasies out at least twice a year.”
“Welcome to supply and demand.”
Eden wanted to ask more questions, but the lights dimmed, and the first show of the night was soon underway. She sippedmore Champagne while watching a female Domme spank the dickens out of her male submissive. The people sitting in front were really into it, especially a cabal of women in fishnet stockings and shoulder pads that could protect them in a fall.
“They’re terrifying,” Benson said.
“Who? Women?”
“Dommes.”
Eden laughed. “Why? Because they can putyouin your place?”
They teased each other like that through most of the shows that hour, in between stealing kisses and feeling each other up, until Eden finally lost her jacket and Benson’s buttons came undone. Once the Champagne was gone, they moved into another room, enjoying the black light spectacle that quickly turned all black once the lights were fully dimmed and exhibitionists had their fun in different corners of maze-like rooms.
“Nobody’s in the fish-bowl,” Eden said with an exaggerated frown as they continued to look for a place to sit. At least one that wasn’t occupied with other couples and groups in various stages of undress. “I mean,wecould fix that, but I think they’d be bored with us in a few minutes.”
“Nobody is using the swing, either. What’s that about?”