Kath strode into the Blue Room without looking back at the action in Green—she definitely didn’t want to see the blonde involved with anyone else tonight. The Blue Room was accessed from a door in the corner of Green. The door to the Red Room, the BDSM space, was in the opposite corner. The atmosphere changed the minute the door closed behind her. The Blue Room was…grittier…harder. There was an edge, something she couldn’t define, but it set all of her senses sparking again. She inhaled deeply as she looked around. She’d had a fair amount of sex in her life, a lot of it purely physical with no emotion involved at all, but the rawness in this room took her breath away. She walked to the centre bar and took a stool on the end to make sure she had a clear view of events. She drank it all in, and her body responded with an immediacy she wouldn’t have thought possible so soon.

Immediately to her left, a naked woman was bent backwards over a stool. Standing between her legs, fucking her slowly with a substantial dildo was a tall, striking woman dressed entirely in leather. A femme dressed in a short skirt paired with a tight top that let her substantial cleavage spill over its very low-cut neckline stood opposite the butch. She had her hands full of the naked woman’s breasts, kneading and pulling at them while she watched. Clearly all three of them were getting what they wanted from the evening. Kath glanced around. She wasn’t the only one watching; they had quite an audience.

God, she loved this place.

She let her gaze roam across more of the room. In one corner, a woman with long auburn hair hitched up her skirt and straddled another woman—a solid black butch with multiple piercings—who was seated in a chair. Slowly, she inched herself onto the dildo her partner wore, her head thrown back in ecstasy as she did so. The butch pushed up her tight tee shirt and buried her head between the femme’s breasts as she rode her. Kath watched until the red-haired woman came, and her own cunt contracted in response.

Kath kicked herself for not bringing her own harness and favourite toy. When she’d planned the night, all she’d thought about was skin and wetness and heat. But now, watching all of this, she was totally turned on at the thought of strapping on again. She drank more of her beer, shifting her gaze to two women directly in front of her.

One was braced against the wall, legs spread wide. Her skirt was pushed up to her waist and underwear down around the ankles. Her partner rammed into her from behind, hard and fast, gripping on to handfuls of the skirt to give herself leverage.