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The month had finally passed by; it was the day of the date. Kam had given Khloé some clues about the evening; he explained the dress code and what kind of club to prepare for. He'd said it was an upmarket, private type, and tonight's event was a 'masked ball.'

That evening, the pair sat anxiously inside the taxi. Kam and Shawn would be meeting them outside the club. The cab pulled down a very long gravel driveway right up to the outside of a swanky-looking country house just outside the city. The gentlemen, true to their word, waited for their arrival. Kam is a big man; he's not fat; he has big shoulders, a big chest, and strong hands. His head is shaven, with a short beard that mixes white and black perfectly to match his age. His friend Shawn was a little shorter; his hair was fair and well-kept. You could tell he was no slob either; he looked trim.

The men opened the doors of the cab. Khloé and Holly stepped out; they both wore daring leopard print dresses. Khloé’s curled latte-colored hair cascaded down around her face, and her cleavage heaved over the top of her dress. She wore tall heels and a small animal print purse for her essentials. Holly's dress was not as well-fitted, but she still looked better than she ever had before. Her shoes were a little lower, making her legs look shorter, but the makeup Khloé had done for her really helped to soften her look. It needn't have mattered, as Shawn was very impressed. "Good evening, Holly, I'm Shawn. Can I just say you look amazing?" Holly instantly blushed. "We have these for you and Khloé." The men produced beautiful ornate eye masks; Khloé and Kam's were black and silver with large feathers on hers. Shawn had chosen a vibrant gold and silver-colored cat motif for himself and Holly.

With the introductions taken care of, they made it inside; it was like walking into a very fancy hotel lobby. There were masked couples of all shapes, sizes, colors, and ages mingling amongst each other. A large, well-stocked bar manned by two handsome men in tuxedos seemed to be the 'hotspot.' In the far corner, a younger Asian lady played melodies on a grand piano, soothing the audience. The group found a large empty sofa to gather on and break the ice with their first drink of the evening; the girls felt very special in this decadent environment.

They sipped ice-cold champagne from beautiful flutes. The conversation flowed through the group; both ladies got to know Shawn a bit more. He was slightly younger than Kam; they had met playing poker. Kam had suggested this hookup to him, and he'd been more than eager; it was Shawn who knew about this club.

Khloé looked around the room for a minute. After an hour or so in the house, she realized that just about everyone was doing the same thing. Everyone in the room was engaged in some pretty heavy kissing and fondling—nothing overtly sexual, but very arousing all the same. "What is this place, Kam?" Khloé finally inquired. "I can't believe it took you this long to ask. Do you want to see more?" Kam grinned. "There's more?"

The men led their ladies to a small cloakroom, the same kind where you leave a jacket in a nightclub. A woman behind the counter greeted them as warmly as an old friend. "Hello, welcome to The Euphoria Lounge," she continued. "For the comfort of all guests, please keep your masks on at all times. Some guests may inquire with you to play; a polite no to a polite request should never cause a scene. Lastly, we have a dress code past these doors: underwear or less." The ladies gasped; things were starting to get sexier.

Khloé had no fear; underneath her dress, she wore a black, strappy bodysuit that lifted her breasts. The front panel of the crotch was see-through, as was the bum, leaving nothing to the imagination. Her tall heels stretched her legs, making them look long and sleek. She was stripped and desperate to see inside the lounge. Kam removed his shirt and trousers; underneath, he was wearing a pair of black wet-look boxers and nothing more. From the pocket of his jeans, he produced a collar and lead that he strapped around his own neck. "Can't have you losing me," Kam said as he handed Khloé the leather loop handle of the lead.

Holly followed suit once she saw Khloé was up for it. Shawn helped her with the zip on her dress; she had a much less erotic set of bright white knickers and a bra, but at least they didn't have holes in them. Shawn followed Kam into his boxers, a pair of crispy white Calvin's for him. "Oh look, we match!" Holly announced excitedly. Shawn also had a dog collar and lead; he went to put it on, but Holly stopped him. "Can I wear that... please?" He didn't need to be asked twice; he put it around her neck and gave a gentle tug to check it was in place. Once they were ready, the lady from the desk motioned them towards the doors. "Please remember the rules and, as always, enjoy the Euphoria."

The doors swung open, and the raucous sound of a fully packed nightclub boomed through their chests. Loud house music pumped through the sound system as bright lights of all colors spun and twirled in the darkened room. The large dance floor was filled with people, and the bar circled the room with couches and tables, not that you could hear to talk to anyone. The two couples made their way to the dance floor, quickly becoming separated in the crowd. Khloé kept hold of Kam's chain, leading him into the sea of people. There were people in chains, people in underwear, and there were even fully naked people dancing and gyrating to the music.

Kam and Khloé joined in; they lost themselves in the music. They could feel the bodies of the other guests against them, and the heat built up around them quickly. Khloé noticed an empty podium next to the dance floor, so she dragged Kam over and climbed up. She made Kam kneel at her feet as she danced for the room. Her black heels, strappy underwear, and mask freed her from the eyes of others, allowing her to perform. She swung her body to the beat, dropping low and sprawling her legs to the gathering audience. Khloé grabbed her chest, pulling her cups down and revealing her hardened nipples. Kam stared at his prize being lusted after before his eyes; his cock strained against his boxers as he crawled like a dog, trying to get a better view up her crotch. Partygoers whooped and whistled over the music as she performed. Men and women reached out to stroke her bare legs; the attention was intoxicating. A smooth change of track allowed her to vacate the podium to a chorus of applause and playful slaps on the behind. She led Kam to the bar for a refreshment.

Khloé tried to talk to Kam, but it was too loud. He motioned for her to follow him, and they made their way out of a side door into a quieter corridor leading to many different rooms. "We can go anywhere, Khloé," Kam assured her as they could explore. "Where do you think Shawn and Holly got to?" Kam shrugged; he didn't really care. They peeked into the first room. Inside was the largest bed either of them had ever seen! At least two couples were busy having sex on the bed, while another gentleman watched from the corner as his partner performed oral sex on him. Khloé pulled Kam to the next doorway and the next, each one filled with people in different states of sexual pleasure.

The end of the corridor soon appeared, with an exit leading back to the club area. "Come on, Kam, I've got something I want to do." She tugged at his collar, leading him back into the club. Khloé strutted into the club, swinging her hips dramatically as she went. She led her man through the dance floor back to the podium she'd danced on earlier. Khloé made Kam stand on the podium, using his own lead to tie his hands behind his back. She pulled his boxers down and off, kneeling in front of him on the podium. She began to suck him off to the music, stroking his hard cock with her mouth in a room full of people. The dancers gathered around again to watch the show. Khloé continued to suck Kam, dramatically bobbing her head. One couple who came to get a closer look eventually ended up fucking right next to them. It was too much for her; she needed his dick.

Khloe pushed Kam down until he was lying on the podium, his legs hanging off the end. Kam managed to free his hands on the way. Khloé pulled her underwear to the side and sat effortlessly onto his waiting cock. The crowd cheered as the second couple began to have sex. Khloé bounced on him as people gazed at them; others sucked and fucked along with them as a full-on orgy took over. Khloé rode Kam for a few more minutes before people started to get more hands-on with them than they were comfortable with. Rather than make a scene, they stopped fucking and made their escape through the sweaty bodies of the other patrons.

They caught their breath near the bar sharing a kiss and cuddle. They soon realized they hadn't seen the others since they arrived in the lounge, they looked around the room without any luck, "If you're looking for your friends, you should try upstairs" the barman pointed to a staircase.

Look out for part 2 next week.