The club held its share of unique individuals on a normal night, but tonight bordered on the surreal. A small group gathered around a table near the left of the bar. A woman stood on the table in spike heeled black boots, black thigh high stockings, and a black laced corset. Wearing that much black, she might as well have been the grim reaper. From the rafters hung restraints that held her outstretched arms. Her pussy and ass remained bare.Even the people who weren't crowded around the table watched from wherever they perched in the bar. The whip cracked against her ass, creating another red line. The man wielding it had an almost fevered glaze to his eyes and a big bulge in his pants. Another man held a vibrator to her clit making it impossible to know if her groans and shrieks were from the pain or the pleasure."This makes me want to puke,” the tall blonde whispered in John's ear. “You watch the ones around the table while I search the faces of the rest of the crowd."John nodded and ran his hand over her hip, wondering why he didn't enjoy it more.
