On to the rubber fetish room

"Mmmmm," you groan at the feel of Sara's nibbles at your ear. "You're getting me all worked up, but the night is young."

Her wet tongue slides into your ear and you laugh and cringe away from her.

"Okay!" She declares, as if she didn't just give you a really wet willy. "Hmmm, well, the next room on the tour is pretty kinky."

"I'm a kinky kind of girl," you fire back, watching her ass and swaying hips as she leads you out of the private room.

At the end of the hall a black velvet curtain hangs over a doorway. You can hear strange crinkling, elastic stretching sounds, moaning, and some sort of...machine sound.

"It's called the rubber fetish room," Sara explains, ducking through the curtain, "but it really covers much more than that."

White holiday lights strung from iron bedposts illuminate a scene of industrial strangeness. This room is larger than the private rooms, containing three beds, something that looks like a sawhorse, and a rack.

A very thin and very busty blond is shackled face down on one of the beds and a man with a military style gas mask on his head is applying liquid latex to her ass. Two women in black vinyl are writhing on another bed, kissing and sliding their crinkling bodies against each other.

The strangest scene is taking place on the rack, where a man has a huge inflated sphere of plastic over his head being kept inflated by a whirring air-compressor. He is naked from the waist down and a curvaceous redhead in a latex apron and nothing else is stroking his purple cock.

"Wow," is all you can manage.

"Yeah," Sara says over the sound of the air-compressor, "it's wild in here. I've never really done much with this stuff, but I'd be up for it, I think."

She picks up a black rubber doubles-dided dildo and flops it in her hand. The redhead stroking the man's dick smiles and waggles her fingers at you in greeting.