The Inferno 3 - Into the Shadows

The main hall you and Zoey enter is a spectacle on its own to behold. It's relatively dark but a myriad of LED strips, lasers and strobes in primarily pink, violet and red illuminate the area. There's a big stage where a straight up pole dance show is going on, done by two stunning young women who are *very* touchy with each other, damn. Lots of people watch those two either from the ground floor or from one of two galleries on the upper floor that oversee most of the hall. Further on the side is a large dance floor where all manner of people are getting down to the heavy pulsating techno. Two spaceous bars are also easily found to the left and right and you can spot a couple of corridors leading out of the main hall to wherever, meaning this place is likely even bigger than on first glance.

Speaking of first glances - on the second and third glances you begin to notice an increasing number of oddities amidst the clubbers. Like, some of the folks dancing are *really* getting into it. Not everyone, many seem to genuinely just be dancing, but many are at the very least bordering on not. There's a ton of grinding and humping and hands down pants or up skirts - if those are even still on. Yes, there is a lot of skin here, wether you like it or not. You see a good couple of pretty, half to fully naked girls but also quite a lot of old, male flesh wobbling around. In general there regrettably seems to be considerably more guys here than girls. But then again, it's probably not all that surp- okay, there's literally a blowjob going on right in front of the stripper stage. And most of the people don't even seem fazed at all! As a matter of fact, with some people, you're not even sure wether they're applauding the show on stage or the blowjob.

You suddenly feel a tug on your arm. Zoey. "We might need a drink for this." she shouts at you over the deafening music, clearly both very amused and intrigued by what you're both seeing. Yeah. Yeah, a drink. Not the worst idea. Zoey orders four tequila shots and a charming, lean guy, maybe in his early thirties, gladly supplies. He wears a tight, sleeveless vest, making way for a rather impressive set of abs as well. The fangs in his mouth suggest he's trying to be a vampire, but otherwise... there's just not any real attempt at a costume, at least to be a recognizable character or trope. He just wears normal, if somewhat stylish black pants and shoes. Then he turns to a young girl who comes hopping over very enthusiastically, yet also a bit... wobblily? She doesn't sound drunk when she shouts her order and when she receives her two drinks she walks off more carefully. Oh, you get it now. The familiarity of her wonky gait and the context clues of this club make it quite apparent: the girl just got dicked down hard. She still has that freshly dicked sway. The only question in a place like this is how often. She seems happy though. No, she's glowing, no matter how much her legs are struggling. She's having the time of her life here tonight. Huh...

"Okay, this is obviously a sex club, right?" Zoey half shouts at you and pushes two of the four shot glasses towards you. "So how are we doing this? We getting loose?"

"What you mean 'getting loose'? Like, what *exactly*?" you shoot back, carefully grabbing your tiny glass.

"We fuckin'?" she simply asks with a devil-may-care grin, as if she'd suggested grabbing some fries instead of asking for permission to have public sex. And admittedly, tonight in the Inferno, that is a strangely legitimate question. The environment and atmosphere almost begs for it, encourages it, expects it, maybe.

"I, uh, I don't know? Probably not out here, but..." you begin but look around again, seeing all manner of debauchery around you.. "... not necessarily no." you conclude with an honest shrug.

"Alrighty then, bottoms up." she declares and both of you are quick to down your shots. You hiss as the familiar yet still unpleasant warmth floods your palate and crawls down your throat, warming your belly on the way. Then you clink glasses again and repeat. Zoey doesn't even flinch as she tosses the second shot. "Come. I wanna see what's upstairs. Maybe they have some private booths here or something, so we don't gotta start off in front of everyone." she declares, once again grabs your wrist and leads the way. She seems genuinely excited about all this. Granted, Zoey has also banged chicks in regular clubs before, only in toilet stalls or storage closets at that. Combined with her natural confidence, it only makes sense she doesn't share your level of apprehension.

The upstairs gallery offers not just another good vantage point for the pole dancing duo - it's got its own sets of couches and tables and nooks for various things too. And once you're up here, you also quickly realise that quite a number of people prefer to do their private business a little off the floor but still somewhat in sight. You see a girl being eaten out on one of the cushioned benches, gripping her man's hair with quite the force as she throws her head back. He must know what he's doing, judging by her reaction. At the very least it certainly sets a mood for you. Further ahead, you spot another door leading out of the main hall and two men are just vanishing through one of them, holding hands as one pulls the other along. "Darkrooms" says the sign over the door.

"Hehe, we might be right here." Zoey grins and continues her merry way along the gallery. Her pants are quite tented by now and you're not the only one to notice, courtesy of, well, her size. Numerous eyes squint in her direction as if trying to figure out if what they think they're seeing is real or not. Even the girl being eaten out opens her eyes and looks over and you gotta admit - getting a girl distracted while she's getting head just by walking by is quite the flex. Granted, futas are rare, no matter the size of their dicks, which likely adds to the fascination.

"So, how we feeling, huh?" Zoey asks and turns around, walking backwards through the door that leads to the darkrooms. There's this excited swagger in her step and a confident little twinkle in her eye as she looks over at you. You can't help but smile back.

"Hmmm... intrigued, I guess." You follow her inside. The corridor behind the door is only dimly lit, a stark contrast to the overwhelming sensory assault of the main hall. Dark purple hues cast everything in shadow, softening the edges of the world. The loud music from the hall is considerably more quiet in here - but that does certainly not mean it's silent. On the contrary. A lot of distinct, wet sounds can be heard all of a sudden. A lot of panting, a lot of gasps. All sorts. Your heart beats a little faster as your eyes adjust to the gloom. The corridor stretches ahead, with several rooms branching off to both sides. The doors to those are covered with heavy, dark curtains rather than actual doors.

"Good. I'm in a real mood to fuck you." Zoey tells you, that grin never leaving her face, though it gets harder and harder to see it clearly in here. Her excitement... it's contagious. There's no lying about it. This atmosphere is heady, intoxicating. The thought of people watching... you can't lie, a secret little thrill is building somewhere deep inside.

"Okay, but let's pick one of the quieter ones." Your gaze darts down the corridor, evaluating the muffled soundscape spilling from behind the velvet-like curtains. The third room on the right sounds particularly occupied, the rhythmic slapping of flesh and a woman's high, desperate moans spilling out distinctly. So you move further down the line. You opt for the last room on the left. You can barely make out two shadowy silhouettes on the circular couch that spans all around the walls of the room. One sits and grinds in the other's lap and they seem rather focused on each other. Good. Also, it's too dark for you to make out any facial features. Even better. That means they can't see yours either. Over the course of your relationship with Zoey you've learned that you like a certain public aspect to sex, but deliberately doing stuff right in front of someone - that's on another level. At least for now.

"Looks good," Zoey whispers and grabs your wrist again. Once more you get pulled along, your heart beginning to flutter like a moth caught in a streetlamp. You step inside with her and the two people in the corner briefly seem to notice your arrival, but their business carries on regardless, the heavy sound of the grinding barely wavering. That's surprisingly freeing. People... don't really seem to care. Or to mind, at the very least. You feel a knot of unease somewhat loosen inside of you.

Zoey makes a beeline for the opposite side of the couch, dropping down onto what sounds like plastic wrapped over the cushion. You go to sit down next to her but she has other plans. She reaches out and simply pulls you into her lap. "Woah, okay." you blurt out as you half-voluntarily straddle your girlfriend, feeling her massive hardon inside her ripped jeans under you. Mind you, you're wearing a tattered witch dress, no pants. Just your thong underneath.

"You're really not wasting time, are you?" you whisper, trying not to distract the other couple from their own fun. You can barely see it when Zoey grins up at you in the darkness. "What? This place offers endless possibilities to fuck you. I ain't got time to waste." she rasps, already kneading your thighs. Oh boy. Well, you're not gonna start turning her down now...