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“Are you sure?”
“No. Not entirely. But nothing about this makes sense.”
“What do you mean?”
Stu starts to laugh. “She’s wearing a red wig and dressed like she works here.”
My mouth goes dry. “What do you meanhere?”
“Apparently her date’s a member. She just walked into DPG with three people. Dressed like she’s planning to entertain here later.”
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”
“Nope. You might’ve met your match with this one.” He chuckles. “I can’t make this shit up.”
As I hang up the call with Stu, I scan the room but come up empty. Could Poppy really be dating someone else? And of all places, why is she here? Is he someone who wants to take her for a walk on the wild side? None of this matches the girl I know. Especially the inexperienced one I slept with.
How could she have gone from not dating for years to juggling multiple men? Maybe our night together caused a sexual awakening in her. But if that’s the case, why wouldn’t she have asked me to bring her here?
I take the steps, deciding to roam each floor of the club until I find her.I need answers.
It takes about ten minutes to locate her and her companions. But less than one to recognize Kat and Nick. He has his back to me, and Katarina is wearing a long blonde wig, but I know it’s them. I observe them from the safety of a dark alcove, as they both point and gawk at various things like kids on a field trip. It’s clear this is their first time at DPG. They aren’t members here.
Poppy’s wearing a slinky little black number and gold stilettos. The short red wig is styled like a bob. She’s hot as fuck. If I get to the bottom of this, I’m taking that saucy little redhead over my knee.
My gaze falls on the gentleman standing next to Poppy with his hand on her lower back, and now I’m seeing a whole different kind of red. I briefly contemplate confronting them, when I see Annaliese walking over to where Poppy and her acquaintance are standing. She pulls the gentleman in for a brief hug before he introduces Poppy. Annaliese has a very animated conversation with Poppy, pointing up and down as if describing the layout of the club. Are they applying to become members here?
I consider asking Gianni what he knows when I notice Annaliese walking away with Poppy’s chum on her arm.What is that about?
From what I recall, Annaliese manages The Rox. It’s a smaller club suited for prearranged hookups or specialty kink. While the Devil’s Playground is a social club, The Rox is designed for anonymity.
I’ve only visited once. I’d met Brandee at DPG several years ago, but we had done no more than flirt initially. Until one night when it was clear we both wanted more. Yet, instead of checking into a nearby hotel, she provided the address for The Rox. Turns out, she was living there at the time. She’d had a high-rolling regular who put her up there, hoping to ensure her availability whenever he was in town. Worked for me. I may have met a few women at this club back in the day, but I never had sex with them here. This place was merely foreplay.
Lurking in the shadows, I keep a safe distance between us as I watch Poppy ascend the stairs. Is she curious about what goes on here? Is it purely happenstance that she’s here?
Or is she looking for me?
I watch as she peers over the railing from the second floor onto the dance floor below. Poppy seems to be inspecting the area beneath her with great intensity. Sheislooking for me. I just know it.
Staying put, I find her wandering about the second floor, scrutinizing every corner until she comes up empty and heads for the stairs.
That little minx has no idea what she’s in for. I hover a little closer, still blending in with my surroundings in order to keep a watch over her. There’s no way I’m letting any man here take his shot, thinking she either works hereor came to play.
The third floor of the Devil’s Playground is a voyeur’s dream. There are multiple rooms with two-way mirrors designed to let exhibitionists explore their sexual fantasies while allowing onlookers to anonymously enjoy the show.
Each night brings unique entertainment. Whether it’s a couples first time having sex for an audience or multiples who like to push the envelope, getting off on shocking the viewers on the other side of the glass.
Sure, I enjoy watching. But usually, only if I’m with someone who wants to leave for a hotel afterward. And I haven’t made time for that in years. Up until Poppy stole all of my thoughts, I met Brandee when I needed a quick release. Nothing more. But the idea of watching Poppy’s reaction to what she finds has me wound up.
The viewing window of the first room has only a few onlookers. There are two men who appear heavily into bondage. One is wearing leather chaps and bent over a table, while the other is slapping his ass with a whip. Poppy doesn’t stand among the viewers long, instead continuing down the hallway.
I follow the sexy siren in a red wig to the next room, where a woman stands as a man buries his face between her thighs. This holds her attention only a few minutes longer before she moves on to the next room.
The third room has a king-size bed in the center of the space. It appears there are two women and one man fondling each other. It’s difficult to make out exactly what is happening as they remain partially covered under the red satin sheets.
In my experience, the farther back you venture into these rooms, the more twisted the games can become. Is she merely checking it all out? Or does she think she might find what or who she’s looking for here?
It’s the next room that seems to grab Poppy’s attention more than the rest. As I move closer, the couple comes into view. The young blonde is blindfolded, with her arms tied behind her back. She’s seated on the end of the bed, fully naked. The gentleman with her appears older. He’s gently stroking her skin as he whispers into her ear. The blonde’s nipples are tightly peaked as he caresses her breasts.
