I had to admit, wondering what my lovely daughter was up to was a way to pass the time. Perhaps she had found a nice man or woman, or perhaps even a group and was enjoying herself. Perhaps not. She was her own woman now, and I couldn't tell her how to do her own thing in private.

So here I was, lounging on one of the couches in a public hallway, wrapped up in a red leather biker's suit, the one-piece reaching from my ankles to my wrists, though in deference to the club, the zipper on the front was open from my neck down to my navel. But naturally, the zipper went all the way down.

I turned down some advances, I wasn't in the mood for anything yet. This wasn't my night after all, but dear Lindsey - or whatever name she wanted to go by - was the one.  I got up, and strolled around at random, walking down halls and into and out of public rooms.

It was in an open area of the Play Box that I found something that caught my eye.

A young man in a white shirt and nothing else was standing in front of a wall. On the wall was a large assortment of spikes and hooks, set at various spaced and distances from each other. On those was a young woman, dismembered into many pieces, hanging from the sharp implements. Her hands were pierced through the palms, the feet through their soles, her legs hanging from separate hooks, and arms draped over other things. Her breasts were removed, each small mound of flesh stabbed through from behind and on display. Her torso was hanging from the shoulders, and her head was mounted on a long spike, the tip coming out of her mouth, preventing her from speaking.

In the young man's hands were her hips, bare and inviting.

"Hello," I greeted him, putting one hand on the young lady's tits, giving it a small squeeze. She seemed to like it.

"Hey there!" He replied earnestly. "Like it?" It was obvious what 'it' was, and I nodded.

"What brought this on?" I asked, honestly curious.

"Well," he said as he rolled her hips around in his hands, "She liked being cut up, and I liked the idea of penetrating her, so this way we both get what we want!"

"Ah, to be young and new again," I reminisced. "First time? Or close enough?"

He nodded.

"Well, I've been around for twenty years or more" - not that I looked like it, naturally - "so if you have any questions, I can answer them for you."

"Really?" he asked, and I nodded in the affirmative. "So, uh," I seemed to have caught him off guard with my offer, and I gave him the time he wanted. "Is this normal?"

I laughed. "Yes!" I agreed. "Men. Women. Public. Private. You name it. We have fun here, that's for sure."

"Are there, like, any unwritten rules I should know about?"

Good question. Really good. Which meant that I had to give him a good answer. So I responded seriously. "Yes," I said. "First, keep your promises. If you say you're going to do something, do it," I wagged a finger in his face. "Second, Give and Take. Don't just be on one end of everything. If she," I indicated the woman on the wall, "wants you on the receiving end, you should go for it as she's been doing what you want."

He nodded at that. I had his attention. "Anything else?"

"What about special events? Holidays?"

"Not birthdays, if that's what you're thinking," I stood straighter as I answered him. "But yes. The big ones? Easter is always fun, the chocolates are laced with aphrodisiacs." I ticked off my fingers as I talked to him. "There's Halloween, which is a horror, gore themed night. So if blood makes you squeamish, skip that. Christmas is relaxing, and gift giving is common. There are also Ladies and Men's nights. Those are special. On Ladies Night, all women can't say 'no'. On Men's night, you can't say no either," I poked him in the chest. "And it's considered good form to go to a pair."

"First unwritten rule," he supplied.

"Yep!" I smiled. He picked that up right and quick. "And what about this nice lady?" I asked.

"She's Racine," he supplied. "She's been hired to entertain me for tonight, and I've been enjoying the things she enjoys."

I raised my eyebrows. "Really?" My time as an employee was a long time ago. Lifetime membership after my contract was up. It was a good gig if you could stand it. "Well, you take good care of her then. If she doesn't like how you treat her, well, she can tell all her friends, and you'll be very disappointed for a long time to come."

That hadn't happened in years to my recollection. We all knew the price to get in, and the penalties involved. He looked at Racine with a flicker of worry, but her two hands each gave a thumbs up, which set him at ease.

"So," I said as I tugged a little at my leather bodysuit. "While she's up there, enjoying being on display, want a more experienced hand for a while?"

He shook his head instantly. "Nah, I'm good with her," he said. "I'm sure you'd know things that would blow my mind," and he was right about that, "but you know, I did say I'd stay with her for the evening."

Good for him! And for her, naturally. Then the woman made a noise with her throat, and the young man set down his load to pluck her off the spike she adorned. "I don't mind," she said after rolling her jaw, "but if you're not gonna spike my pussy, can you put me back together?"

"Sure!" he replied. "Uh," he looked around at what he had available. "Can you help?" he asked me.

"Of course," I said and helped him restore the young woman, pulling her pieces off the wall and reassembling them into a full and proper person. She shook a little as she got her body back then kissed the man.

"Thanks!" she said as she pressed up against him, one hand reaching for his dick. "Now, why don't you and I find someplace to make love before we move on to the next thing," she ignored me as I waited there, smirking at the foreplay. "Our first time? That was fun, but now I just want it to be you, me and all the time we want."

He responded by lifting her up, and carrying her away. "I think I can do that," he said as he made his carnal intentions clear. Personally, I doubted they would reach a private room, and would start going at it in a hall or public room somewhere. Their inhibitions had already vanished.

But that was for the youth. As for me? Well, seeing them reminded me that I really hadn't been laid in a while. And my hand ran along a certain spike on the wall. It was long, thin and sharp. And most importantly, it was a waist height.

I could just bend over, and push myself onto it, I knew, feeling my own pussy excite at the prospect. The only question I had as I finished lowering the zipper on my bodysuit, would be whether I went onto the spike mouth first, and left my pussy open for just anyone to use, or if I went on cunt first and enjoyed the guaranteed penetration.

Decisions. Decisions.