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back wall. She claimed it, anxious to begin observing her surroundings in relative privacy.
    Geez, she thought with glee. She could watch the activities of the room all night and never need whatever show was apparently going to take place on the stage. She could barely believe her eyes.
    On one of the couches to her left, she watched two women wearing chains on their ankles and wrists—and nothing else—give a man dressed in black leather chaps a hell of a blowjob. Every now and then, he flicked a whip against their asses and Ginny could hear their grateful moans as their tongues tangled together against the man’s rigid erection. She wondered briefly what it must feel like to be lashed with a whip and she felt the slightest fluttering of excitement at the thought of being chained.
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    At the table in front of her, a woman was sitting with her legs spread apart while a naked young man knelt between them, lapping at her pussy like a thirsty dog at a pail of water. The woman held something that looked like thin reins in her hand. Ginny squinted and realized the small chains were attached to the man’s nipple piercings. The woman tugged at the chain—hard. Ginny thought she must surely be hurting the man but he certainly didn’t seem to mind, if the stiffness of his cock was any indication.
    She’d never thought of herself as someone who enjoyed watching others engage in sex, but her body was certainly telling her differently right now. She squeezed her thighs tightly together, trying to still the sudden ache of desire.
    Holy hell, what on earth could happen on the stage that would top what was happening in the audience?
    “Excuse me. Are you alone?”
    Ginny jumped slightly at the sound of a man’s voice. Glancing up, she saw a handsome man dressed in an elegant three-piece suit. The sophisticated clothing seemed strangely out of place in this room full of leather and flesh.
    “You startled me,” she said breathlessly, slightly embarrassed by the fact he’d caught her gawking.
    “I’m sorry. I thought you saw me approach.” The man gave her a smug grin that let Ginny know she’d been busted. He knew perfectly well she hadn’t seen anything but the lust-fest going on around her. “I’m Marcus Steele, I manage this club.”
    “Ginny Brooks,” she answered, wondering if perhaps he’d come over to toss her out. Technically, she was crashing this party. Travers was the club member and he certainly hadn’t invited her to see this room. He probably thought she’d bailed on him and had taken a taxi home. The thought of him frantically searching for her brought a smile to her face. She was still more than a bit miffed at him.
    “Ms. Brooks, it’s a pleasure. May I join you?”
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    “Um, well, sure.” Obviously he wasn’t intending to throw her out, but at the same time, she was a little uncomfortable at the thought of sitting with a gorgeous stranger while every other person in the room was engaged in some form of down-and-dirty sex.
    Of course, when she thought about it, the whole evening had taken a surreal turn.
    Travers’ unusual compliments, Liam’s almost comical, sloppy lovemaking in the bar and now this. She was beginning to feel like she’d stepped out of her own life and was presently starring as Alice in Hornyland.
    “It’s not common to find such a beautiful woman alone here.”
    “Yeah, well, about that. You see, I came here with a guy. I mean, just as friends and we sort of decided to split up, do our own thing, you know, before meeting back up again.” Ginny fought not to roll her eyes at what sounded—even to her ears—like the biggest pile of shit ever shoveled.
    “I see.” Marcus nodded. “I must admit I’m surprised any man would leave a woman as lovely as you alone. This friend of yours, perhaps he’s gay?”
    Ginny burst out laughing at the thought of Ryan Travers as a homosexual. She was fairly certain a more masculine man had never walked the