I can't believe I'm actually going to do this. That I am going to see Mark at that private club. I shouldn't be doing this, but I want to. And if I don't, it will nag at me for the rest of the year. I'm crossing so many red lines. I don't go to the club on Wednesday. I save it for Friday. Should I wear a jumpsuit or a dress? I have a mask at home and I think it will do since it'll cover my face. The only thing is that I can't hide my hair. He'll definitely recognize my large
curls. Black leather looks good on my skin, but I'm still thinking, should I wear the jumpsuit? I don't know what really goes on in that club, and I don't want to be exposed to the point that I lose my license. Thursday comes and it's my off day. I spend it mostly with my daughter, especially after school hours. She usually goes to her dad on weekends from Friday, so I'll be free that Friday evening. Every hour. Every day that passes. I begin to question my motives,
but I don't let up. I have to stick this out. Now it's Friday, and after I drop my daughter off at her dad's, I get home and begin preparing for my rendezvous. It's easy to get dressed, but it's hard to leave home like this. I'm wearing the black leather cat suit and just a mask. I hope it at least hides my identity. When I get there, it's so silent outside. There isn't a line or anything like usual clubs. I walk up
and open the double glass door. Three guys dressed in black stand in front of the next double door that leads into the club. I hand them my invitation without them asking. He scans it and hands it back to me. And without hesitation, he opens the second door to enter. Everything is dimly lit in red. It reeks of seduction, sex, and everything bad. And I like it. I don't even know where to turn. On my left, there's a hallway with doors on each side. And on my right, there's a bar.
I'm not sure if the doors on my left are private, so I just go toward the bar. The bartender nods at me. He can't see my face, of course, but he can hear my voice. He hands me a martini and I take a sip. We don't pay for anything here. When you get invited, you have to sign up online and enter your credit card details. They automatically charge the subscription fee and bill you for drinks, food, everything. Further down past the bar, there's a big open space, similar to a dance
floor, but there are glass cages. Behind them are couches where people can sit and watch you. There are also attendants standing at every corner, ready to answer questions. I tell one of the guys that I want to be in a cage, and he nods. He ushers me to a back room and gives me a briefing, what to expect, what not to do, and what I should definitely be doing. He guides me back to the open area, and I take a deep breath. I'm really going to do this. There are already people seated
on the couches, watching other dancers. I'm relatively early to the game only because I want to see when Mark comes in. I finish my martini and hand it to the attendant. He opens the cage, and I step inside. There's a large opening at the top, but no one can touch me from any other direction. The attendant turns the key, locking me in, but I have a spare for whenever I want out. At first, I just stand there like... I'm not even sure what I'm supposed to be doing. Well, I'm supposed
to be dancing to the music. Eyes are on me now because I seem like fresh meat to them. I start dancing, closing my eyes, forgetting my surroundings. Oh, how good it is to feel alive, to not be judged for what you are or what you want to be. As a therapist, I have to stay in the shadows. I have to be an example to society. I have to carry a certain moral high ground because my brand is who I am. I can't be seen stepping out of line, which is why I'm here. In this club, my
identity is hidden. No one knows me, unless they know me well, unless they can recognize my hair and tattoo. For reference, there's a small tattoo on the back of my palm. Otherwise, I'm invincible right now. I start dancing. Short, intentional sways of my hips. Maybe I should have drank more martinis before I came in here. I close my eyes and move to the beat of the music. Everything around me turns into a blur, and now I'm fully into it. And by the time I open my eyes, I see
him. Mark is sitting directly opposite my cage. I don't know if he has recognized me, or if he just chose the perfect spot. but his eyes are on my cage. I stare at him, and he stares back. We stay like this for some time, and now I know that he knows it's me. He's all dressed in black, tunic and trousers, looking devilish as ever. Mark relaxes into the couch, just like our sessions, as if he's at home. I close my eyes again and
slither my body against the glass. I move like a snake, gyrating my hips, touching my body, rubbing my neck, my face, my hair. When I open my eyes again, a short breath escapes me. Mark is standing outside my cage. His eyes are so fucking wild it scares me a little. They are all glazed over like a predator with its prey. His palms are pressed against the glass as if he wants to break into it. I put my palms against the glass, lining them up with his. His hands
are big, but mine fit into his perfectly. I extend my tongue, swirling it in slow circles. His mouth is open, and I can see his breath fogging up the glass. Marks like a horny goat. I close my eyes and continue to dance. I forget about him and lose myself again. But there's a small tap on the glass. I open my eyes to see Mark curling his fingers, calling me. I shake my head. He presses his palm against the glass and slides it down, calling me again. This is dangerous
territory. If I step out of there, there's no telling what he'll do, but I'm willing to test it. I want to see how far this goes, and if I have the strength to stop it. I always stop it. But there are limits to my control. And tonight, I want to see if Mark can stress those limits. I unlock the cage and step out. The moment I do, he grabs me by the hips and pulls me towards him. He doesn't kiss me. He just hugs me, burying his face into my neck. Good God, you smell so
fucking good. Come with me. He takes my hand and guides me back down the hall, past the bar, and down the hallway with the doors. I stop him. Mark, I can't do anything with you. This will ruin everything. My practice. My reputation. I can no longer be your therapist if I cross that line. You think I fucking care? I do not need this kind of heat in my life right now. Then why did you come? Just so you can tease me. I nod. Temptress. He pulls my hand. Don't
worry. I'm not going to do anything you don't want me to do. Then where are you carrying me? For our own little privacy. I've rented a booth or a room as we shall say. He pulls me down the hallway and we stop at the room on the left. 5B. We enter and he locks it behind him. There's a plush stool in the middle of the room. It's a dimly lit blue this time. not red like the main room. And there's a small stage, no glass cages. You get up there, Mark says, and dance
for me. He sits on the stool and I hesitantly walk, taking the two steps up onto the stage. So you took me to a private room so I can dance for you. I don't want anyone else watching you. You're all mine for the night. You're a selfish man, I see. I'd rather be selfish, especially when this might just be my first and only time with you. I smile. What do you want me to do? Anything you want to do. I get on the floor, lying on my back. I put my feet up, pretending
to be cycling. But then he stands and comes over to me. I take a deep breath because he's standing above me and I feel so vulnerable. Mark offers his hand and I take it, letting him pull me upright. He hugs me again, his arms wrapping around my waist. He pulls me in closer and whispers in my ear with pure seduction. What do you want to do? Dance. Liar. He loosens his grip and runs his palms from my stomach, over my breasts, up my neck, to my cheek. What do you want to do,
Miss Trent? Nothing. Do you know what I want? I shake my head. I want to feel you. Aren't you feeling me? Not in that way. I said I can't do... But he puts his finger over my lips, silencing me. I'm not planning on destroying our relationship over some sex. Because I'm a sex addict doesn't mean the only thing I do is plowing, Miss Trent. Then enlighten me. I want to feel you with my fingers. Is that a limit? I stare at him through my mask. He can't read my expression, but I can
read his. He's desperate at this point. But what is all of this when I don't live life on the edge sometimes? Besides, we're not going to fuck. It's just a little entertainment. It's good to have another foreign object. Besides my vibrator and my own hands inside me. I shake my head and he smiles sheepishly. Mark turns me around and brushes his finger at my neck before pulling on the zipper. The jumpsuit falls away at my waist. I'm wearing a black lace bra and my nipples
can clearly be seen through it. I cup them, but he pulls my arms down from behind. You're so beautiful. I don't know what you're hiding. I peel the long -sleeved leather from my arms and let it gather at my waist. Mark kisses the back of my shoulder and trails his lips down my spine. Leave the bra. Fine. I don't want to face you when you're doing it. Then your back shall be against me. I nod. He peels my jumpsuit down further, letting it pool at my ankles, revealing
my laced panties. It's a thong, and my butt cheeks are exposed. Mark smacks me on my ass, the sound echoing across the room. I gasp, his touch jolting through me. He kneads and squeezes me, tilting me forward. A breath catches in my throat as I feel his hands move over my slit, slow, soothing, knowing exactly where to go. I spread my legs, giving him the okay. giving him permission to do whatever the fuck he plans to do. He brings me closer to him, my back pressed into his chest.
Then his breath grazes my ear. You're so responsive to me. Are you really this worked up? Do I turn you on? I shake my head, but he laughs. You're such a bad liar, and I love it. Mark's finger traces a circle over my clit, and I stiffen against him. His breaths are slow, but loud, sharp, and such a fucking turn on. He loops his free arm around my waist, over my stomach, and presses a finger inside me. Do you like that? I nod, breathless. God, you're incredible. I wish I
could have more. I wish I could be inside you. He's two fingers in now, and I can definitely feel him curling inside me. Then emptiness Fuck, but I hear it He sucks on his finger loud and greedy Mmm, you taste so fucking good He pushes back inside me and I welcome the warmth of his fingers. I let out a soft moan again and his hand covers my mouth Shh I want you to take this like a big girl. Can you do that? I nod beneath his hands Open for me. I relax, spreading my
legs further. Three fingers turn into four. Mark's movements grow more insistent, pushing me to the edge of reason. I gyrate against him, and just when I think he has me covered, he releases my mouth when I let out a loud moan. Mark chuckles, twisting his fingers inside me. I'm falling apart, bit by bit. I am so close. My God, what is this? Don't let up. I can feel you. My body trembles beneath him as the wave finally hits me. I reach for his hand, his free hand, but he doesn't allow
it. He grips my hips tighter, pulling me against him, deepening his thrusts from the back. If anyone were to walk in on us now, They would think he's trying to retrieve a grapefruit from my fucking vagina. My pussy is screaming with ecstasy. Fuck! I exhale, letting everything go, surrendering fully against him. Shit. I'm a mess. Are you always this wet? I face him, eyeing the wetness at his crotch. The soil I just made with my juices. I don't answer him. This is so fucking
sexy. You've drenched me with your cum. I'm never washing these pants. You're sick. That's why I need you. That's why you're supposed to help me. Mark unzips his pants and grabs my hand, shoving it against his erection. This is what you're supposed to fix. You can't be fixed, I say. He laughs, but he doesn't know I'm serious. Mmm. He might just be getting worse, and I'm enabling him. Watch me. I shake my head. Give me a handjob. I smile. I won't give you the satisfaction.
Then I'll do it myself. Stand there. Mark points across the room. I should go. Leave now before this get out of hand, but I'm still curious. I want him to jerk off of me. I want him to think of only me. I move to where he points. Take it off. I release my bra. Those two. He commands, pointing at my laced panties. I shake my head. You'll have to take me as I am. Fine then. Mark drops his pants and whips out his cock through his briefs. He has size. Above average and goddamn.
It looks good. Swollen. Red. Thick. He begins stroking his eyes fixed on me on my breasts. I'm his addiction his fix Everything we've worked to solve is unraveling in one session like this Mark thrusts his hips mid -air his penis stiff pointing dead at me He squeezes his tip rubbing his thumb over the opening Now he's moving faster with intent I'm gonna fuck Mark's length jerks forward. Thick white cum spurts from his cock
onto the carpet. His resolve weakens. He tucks himself back in his briefs and pulls up his pussy soaked pants. I stare at his seat on the floor. It's so much that it seems unnatural. Mark joins me as I step back into my jumpsuit. Let me help you with that. He zips me up and I face him. There's no hiding what we've done. There's no hiding the evidence. On his clothes. On the floor. You really are that good, aren't you? I don't answer him. I simply take a step back. Away from
him. I have to go. Wait, just like that? Aren't we gonna at least talk? Mark, I have to go. He exhales. Fine. Then, I guess I'll see you next week, Miss Trent. I nod, opening the door and stepping into the hallway. But what he doesn't know is that I've already arranged for him to see someone else. His sessions have been officially transferred, and he will never see me again. Because this was never meant to be long -term. This was only for my pleasure, for my well -being.
I took what I needed. I gave him what he wanted. And now, we both walk away with our sins. Hey Raiders. You have met the end of Invitation to Darkness, Part 2. This is the final installation, so stay tuned for a new episode. And don't forget to subscribe, share, and follow me on TikTok and YouTube. See ya. Bye.