Nina looked at Rachel and Liam. Her eyes widened in search of reassurance. Rachel smiled at her, a secretive gleam in her eyes. While Liam gave her an encouraging nod.

“Yes... yes, I think so,” Nina said.

“Good. Everyone should be familiar with the new rules brought to us by the young, but quite wise, Liam. Thank you, Liam.” Victor nodded at Liam, who gave him a small smile. Victor then turned his attention back to Nina. “Liam updated the rules to ensure the safety and pleasure of all our members. They are:”

“First, the guest belongs to the members who invited them. Any other member must ask permission before they may partake of the guest.”

“Second, watching is not only permitted, but encouraged. It is the pillar of this club.”

“Third, all members must respect the confidentiality of the club and its activities. What happens at the club stays at the club.”

Victor paused, his gaze sweeping over the assembled guests. “Are there questions?”

A shiver ran down her spine as Nina turned to Liam, her eyes wide with fear and excitement. “What does that mean? What do they want from me?”

Liam leaned in. “It means that you will be the center of attention tonight, Nina. They want to watch you, to see you, to... enjoy you.” Liam spoke with a soft voice, yet his words carried significant weight.

A wave of panic washed over her. “Enjoy me?” She gulped. Her eyes darted around the room, taking in the hungry gazes of the guests.

As if in answer to her question. Rachel unzipped the back of Nina’s dress, letting the silky fabric cascade down her body and pool at her feet. Nina gasped, her cheeks flushing crimson as she realized she was now standing before the entire room, clad only in her shoes. The air in the room shifted, the atmosphere becoming thick with desire and expectation.

Rachel walked around Nina, taking in her curves. She slid her hands over Nina’s shoulders and down her arms, her touch light and teasing.

“You look magnificent, Nina,” Rachel whispered, her voice a low purr. “These eyes gazing upon you, this attention. It’s what every woman wants, deep down. To be seen, to be desired.”

Nina’s breath hitched, her body responding despite her confusion and fear. She tried to speak, to protest, but no words came out. Her mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions.

Victor stepped closer, his eyes taking in every inch of Nina’s body. A crowd gathering behind him, as if he were a velvet rope, a safe distance to watch the festivities without breaking the rules.

Rachel pushed Nina onto the now cleared dining table. The cool wood against her naked back sent a shiver down her spine. All attention focused on her.

Rachel began undressing Liam, her movements slow and sensual. She ran her hands over his chest, his stomach, his thighs, and his hard length. Rachel looked into his eyes, her own dark with desire, as she began stroking him.

The room was silent, the only sounds the soft gasps from the voyeuristic group, and the wet, slick noises of Rachel’s hand gliding up and down Liam’s length. Nina leaned her head up. Her own body responded to the sight before her.

Victor’s eyes widened as the scene unfolded before him. This was... unexpected. Victor had not seen this side of Rachel and Liam before, their dynamic shifting from flirtatious to intense and primal. He licked his lips. His own desires stirring as he noted the young couple.

Rachel prepped Nina for Liam’s erection by tapping it against her mound. The slapping sounds created echoed in the room.

Liam groaned, his eyes locked onto Nina’s. She could see his desire, his need. They both frightened and excited her.

Rachel rubbed Liam’s erection back and forth over Nina’s entrance. Nina gasped as the tip brushed against her wetness. Exposing her drenched folds to the room. Despite her fear, her body responded to the exhibitionism, to the attention.

A harder slap echoed as Rachel slapped Nina’s folds, spreading her wetness and opening her for Liam. Nina gasped at the pain of the slap, her muscles tensing as her body prepared for the invasion.

Liam’s eyes never left hers as he positioned himself at her entrance. His member slipped inside her with ease.

Nina gasped, her nails digging into the cool wood of the table as Liam began moving his hips, thrusting his member, filling her to the brim. His length, the heat in his gaze, overwhelmed her.

She looked into his eyes. Fear, excitement, and desire filled her own. Nina had never felt so exposed.

Liam’s thrusts were slow and deliberate. Each one built the tension within her until she couldn’t take it anymore.

Victor became overwhelmed as Nina approached her climax. He extended his arms, catching a few members, both male and female, who were losing control of themselves in the heat of the moment. The sounds of Nina’s moans filled the room, echoing off the walls as Liam thrust deeper and harder inside her.

Sweat beaded on Nina’s forehead. Her body trembled with each powerful thrust as her orgasm built. Her vision blurred as she struggled to keep her eyes open. She experienced so many things at once—fear, excitement, and overwhelming pleasure.

Rachel had climbed up on the dining table, straddling Nina’s head. Her folds lowered onto Nina’s lips. Rachel’s scent of arousal filled Nina’s nostrils. It blended with the flavor that now coated her tongue.

Liam’s thrusts became more rhythmic, in sync with the movements of Rachel’s hips as she rode Nina’s face. A wave of pleasure washed over Nina as she lost herself in the rhythm, her tongue dancing with Rachel’s clit while Liam pounded into her.

Sounds of their bodies moving together, soft and wet, filled the room. Rachel heightened the sensation by striking Nina’s breasts, stomach, and wet folds. The slapping sounds carried through the chamber as well.

Victor stood back, his eyes taking in the scene before him with a mixture of pride and awe. Liam and Rachel had found a real gem in Nina, someone who had captivated the entire club.

Liam’s breath hitched, his thrusts growing faster, more urgent. He looked down at Nina, his eyes locked onto hers, as if trying to imprint the image of her into his mind.

“Climax with me, Nina,” he commanded. His voice growled, eliciting gasps from the audience.

The tension coiled inside her. Nina’s body reached the edge of a cliff.

Rachel’s movements became more frenzied. Her moans grew louder as she neared her own climax. Liam’s thrusts matched her pace, his body slick with sweat. He pounded into Nina with a ferocity that sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her.

A surge of power, of control, came over her as she brought Rachel to the brink with her tongue. The intoxicating awareness of her arousal and desire filled Nina. Nina desired more, needed more, and she was no longer a passive participant in this dance of flesh and desire.

Nina had pressed the button. Opened the door. Welcomed the darkness that she once feared.

And now she was hungry for it.

Nina’s hips met Liam’s thrusts with equal force, her own need driving her to match his pace. The heaviness of Rachel’s hips ground against her face. Nina’s own tongue now driving Rachel’s pleasure as much as it was being driven by it.

The room echoed with moans and gasps. Nina smelled the sex, heavy in the air. Nina sensed the room’s gaze upon her, observing, anticipating. The voyeurs, the spectators, their breaths coming in ragged gasps as they watched the performance unfold before them.

Rachel was the first to tumble over the edge, her body convulsing as Nina’s tongue brought her to climax. Her cries of pleasure filled the room, echoing off the walls as her body shuddered and spasmed.

Liam watched as Rachel found her release. Then, with a final, powerful thrust, he pushed Nina over the edge as well. Her body convulsed around him, her nails digging into the wood of the table as she cried out, her orgasm ripping through her like a wildfire.

Liam pulled out of Nina. His body shuddered with the force of his own release, directing the hot, powerful jets at her stomach and breasts. A mark Nina accepted.

Nina lay there, panting and trembling. Her body reeked of desire. Liam’s release coated her skin like sweat. She looked as though she’d run a marathon.

Rachel climbed off of Nina’s face. Her own body still shuddered from her orgasm. Her eyes were wet with tears. She sniffed as if to stifle an emotional outburst. Nina had never seen her so vulnerable. And Rachel took notice. Her eyes darkening as she slid off the dining table.

“Alright everyone, you have our permission to touch the lovely Nina. But hands only. Have fun,” Rachel said. Her voice was soft, yet commanding. A low murmur of appreciation and anticipation rippled through the room. The crowd approached Nina. Their eager hands caressed her body.

A blend of shame and exhilaration washed over her as she rested, her body still sensitive and tingling from her climax. Scanning the room, she absorbed the expressions of the members reaching out to her. Lust and desire filled their eyes.

Victor stepped forward, his hands running through her hair, his touch gentle. “You did well, Nina. Very well indeed. Liam and Rachel are lucky to have you,” he said, his voice filled with genuine admiration.

Nina attempted speech, only to gasp as the hands multiplied and grew bolder. They gathered Liam’s release on her skin. They spread it over everywhere, into everywhere. As her body quivered from the aftershocks of her orgasm, she passed out.