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down the sides of her thighs, raising goose bumps and sending chills up her spine.
    She breathed in the smell of the sandalwood aftershave he used and her nipples hardened in anticipation of what was to come. He caressed the aroused peaks of her breasts with his strong thumbs, following the motion with his mouth and tongue. She reached down and took him into her hands as he moaned with pleasure.
    He stood up, taking her right foot in his hands and raising the hook to attach it to the metal bar, which she noticed he’d adjusted so it was about a third of the way down from the top of the doorway. A notch in the doorway marked the spot where the bar had been before. He raised her left foot and clicked the second hook into place. She could freely move her feet from side to side because he hadn’t attached the brace clamps on either side that would lock her feet in place. She expertly raised the lower half of her body and grabbed the top of the bar with her hands. He massaged her arousal with one hand, his other hand stroking his own shaft.
    Kellie arched her back, dropping her hands down to grab the corners of the doorway near the floor. She was now fully upside-down and he stood in the doorway behind her. A set of handcuffs was hung on hooks on either side of the bottom of the doorway, but there was no time for additional bondage. Brandon stroked himself just outside her wetness, entering her more deeply with each motion. She thrust her hips forward in anticipation. In this position, he could reach her breasts, which he massaged, licking his thumbs and running them over her nipples. Since she was in a swinging position, each time he entered her she rocked on the bar that held her feet in place. He reached around to grab her hips, holding her in place to fuck her harder until they both came—the first orgasms of the day in the house before they went downstairs to join the others who’d arrived seeking their own. They caught their breath, pausing to enjoy the moment before Brandon began to unshackle her.
    Quickly wrapping a towel around her head to keep her hair dry, Kellie showered then dressed, pulling on a tight white Spandex ruched dress and a pair of strappy sandals. She glanced in the mirror, touched up her hair, spritzed on some Juicy perfume, and applied red lip gloss. She glanced at her phone. It was already 12:15.
    Brandon, who’d jumped into the shower for a minute, dried off, then thrown on a pale blue linen shirt and khaki shorts but was still barefoot, was downstairs unlocking the door to the fully furnished, customized basement that had the feel of a nightclub. Kellie caught up and they walked downstairs together, hearing voices.
    Music could be heard, meaning somebody had hooked up a phone to the state-of-the-art speakers, which played an R&B mix from a customized playlist. The main lounge area in the center of the room appeared like a small urban dance club. A sleek black and chrome bar stretched diagonally along one corner. The LED-lit acrylic dance floor was shaped like a hexagon, with the bar to the left and a polished chrome stripper pole near the right corner. Two matching minimalist midcentury red leather sofas bracketed the dance floor. The walls and ceilings were mirrors. Behind the dance floor hung a sixty-inch smart LED HDTV that currently featured three naked women and two men wearing nothing but cowboy hats. The sound had been turned off in favor of the music selections.
    “Welcome, everyone!” said Kellie. “Happy Hump Day!”
    Sitting on the couch sipping Diet Cokes were The Watchers, a forty-something couple who insisted on anonymity and were always referred to as “A” (the man) and “B” (the woman). They never interacted sexually with the other club members, but they loved to watch.
    “Hi, Kellie,” said B, crossing her legs and sitting back. “Happy Hump Day to you, too.”
    Brandon walked over to the bar area and poured rum and Cokes for himself and Kellie. This space also