I stirred a little, feeling her eyes. “Yes, we did.
You make movies?” I waved at an empty seat opposite
us.

“Yes, that’s our aim,” she said, pulling out a chair
and sitting down. “We make movies about real people,
so we are always looking for people who are sexy
enough to be provocative on film. We have a room here
tonight so you can see what happens when we make
amateur movies.” She handed over a coupon for a free
drink, continuing, “so have a drink on us, then stop
by our room and have a look.”

I took the coupon. “Thanks, we will,” I promised.

“Great,” she said, “have a nice time tonight.” The
woman stood, and moved on to another table.

‘Drew fidgeted a bit, and began pestering me about
going over straight-away. I again threatened him with
the gag, and he settled down.

During the next hour, the club began to fill up. I
always liked looking at the outfits people wore. Some
came wearing Roman togas, gawking about. I supposed
those to be newcomers, who wanted to remain modest
while they checked the club out. One couple were
bending their gender roles seriously, the man dressed
as a French maid and the woman dressed as a cowboy
complete with chaps. I even saw a couple dressed only
in glow-in-the-dark body paints. The man’s large cock
was painted as a coral snake, which made me giggle
(and turn up the vibrator a notch).

After several cocktails, my inhibitions were melting
away. When a couple asked us to dance, I didn’t even
look at ‘Drew before saying yes. The man made all
sorts of lewd suggestions, which I found very
appealing. As we danced, our bodies connected
electrically, and his hands were all over my naked
flesh. I reciprocated, and reached into his drawers.
The mood was ruined though, because with my first
touch he exploded all over my hand. He did clean my
hand off with his tongue, apologizing profusely. We
approached ‘Drew and his partner, and I took ‘Drew
back from her. His partner scowled and chided him “not
again!” I noted as we got back to our chair that the
gauze concealing ‘Drew’s bottom was missing and his
bottom was red from playing. He and I were both
sexually charged and frustrated.

I saw the woman, Sian, going from table to table. She
saw me looking, and came over to our table. “Are you
ready to take a peak?” she asked.

‘Drew’s pleading look only confirmed my own
willingness. “Sure,” I said.

She led us to the largest room, which had a Priapus
Productions sign taped to the wall. The room was
normally able to accommodate 20 or more people
comfortably, but tonite it was partially filled with
video equipment and lights. My eyes popped when I saw
the activity going on.

A naked man was lying on a mattress face-down, tied
hand and foot to the mattress and over his ass was a
towel. On an adjoining mattress, a couple was engaging
in a 69, with the man on his back. What was unusual is
that she was wearing a strap-on dildo, so they were
both sucking cock. Also unusual was that the couple
was wearing eye masks, to conceal their identities. A
camera on a tripod was capturing the action, and a man
was moving about with a handheld to get close-ups.