After few moments reliving the orgy room at the start of the evening, she was done with that. What had been a feast of men and giving the day before was stale and dry the next night, just as dry as the club itself. Sitting at a table in the lounge with Sam, the familiar sights of half-clothed men and women in slutty clothes, mingling with homespun average sorts looking for sparks in otherwise mundane lives, this world was starting to feel as asexual to her as the world outside on the streets. There was an energy of excitement, social fun, and a little tease; but there was little any more that had the power to move her s****l desires, unless she made it happen, or there was a blond dominant and brunette submissive roaming the club. Too bad that pair had come only once.
As Kate sat staring
