CHAPTER TWO
Vaughn
“LA! You’ve been amazing,” James, the lead singer for our band, Flirting with Fire, shouted into the mic. “Thank you for coming out tonight to end our west coast tour. Make sure you grab a copy of our new album before you leave.”
I started to strum the chords of our final song for the night. We’d begun our tour in LA and had ended it in the same place, and just like the first night we performed at El Rey Theatre, my favorite couple, Ward and Kiera, were in the front row.
The three of us had been having fun the last few months at Sensation, and slowly, they had grown comfortable with the lifestyle. They liked to be watched, and I couldn’t blame them. Watching Ward pleasure his wife was hot. Still was, but I envied what they had. I didn’t necessarily want awife, but I did want someone to call mine.
Someone I could have late-night phone calls with.
Someone I could cook dinner for.
Someone I could write songs about.
I didn’t care if that person was a man or a woman. Once I fell in love with the right person, I would know, and I would be happy.
I also didn’t think I would meet that person at Sensation, but since I was a member, I was going to attend all the parties I could until the time came.
If it ever did.
“What a show!” our drummer, Stix—aka Tanner—boomed in the limo as we made our way to the Waldorf Astoria Beverly Hills.
We all agreed, nodding, cheering, and chugging glasses of champagne. We’d just finished our first road tour. The band and I had been together for twelve years but only started to gain fame in the last three. We’d started out in James’s garage when we were all in high school our sophomore year. We thought we would be the next Nirvana or Red Hot Chili Peppers, and now we hoped we would be that successful.
“I’m getting laid tonight!” Jhett, our rhythm guitarist, stated.
“Me, too,” James agreed.
The guys looked toward me, and I shrugged. “Getting laid is always on the table.”
I took another sip of my celebratory champagne. They knew I swung both ways, so did Stix, but none of the guys knew I went to Sensation. Even though my bandmates were my best friends since childhood, I had to keep the secret about the club because it was exclusive, and we had to sign NDAs. Plus, I was the only one who could afford it, and that was because of an inheritance I received from my grandparents when my grandma passed.
Of course, I knew people told others about Sensation. How else would they get new members, but my friends weren’t sex club people. Maybe they were. I wasn’t sure, but honestly, I was with my friends most of the time, and I wasn’t sure I would want to see them act out their sexual fantasies. Plus, I liked having a secret life.
“Stix?” Jhett questioned.
Stix smirked. “Are you offering?”
“Yeah if you want to suck my dick, go for it,” Jhett teased.
“You’d be so lucky,” Stix remarked.
The limo stopped, and without any more dick sucking talk, we piled out and inside the extravagant hotel.
“Damn. We’re living large,” James stated as the elevator doors opened on the top floor.
The penthouse was everything I’d imagined it to be and more. Marble floors, floor-to-ceiling windows that had a view of Beverly Hills, a dining room table that sat at least fourteen people, and a kitchen that was sleek, modern, and as James put it, large.
The penthouse was also full of people, including Kiera and Ward. I’d invited them at the last Sensation party, and I trusted them to not let on that we’d been together in my bedroom at the mansion.
We smiled at each other as I walked toward them and shook Ward’s hand. I gave him a hug before turning to Kiera to wrap my arms around her.
“The show was amazing,” Kiera gushed.
“Thanks, sweetheart.”
“Vaughn!” Stix shouted from the other side of the room over the music playing in the surround system. “Come here.”
