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“Black,” Isaac says without hesitation.
The poster on the wall indicates that black means the person wearing it is willing to do anything and everything, and I can’t say that I’m surprised Isaac is that type of person.
“Same,” Trenton says as he takes his ID back from Gus.
Now that leaves my jaw on the floor, making me question exactly how tonight is going to go. We didn’t discuss the finer details, and now I’m second-guessing coming here at all. The last thing I want is for him to be done with me, and then go find someone else here tonight.
“And for you?” Gus asks, pointing to the poster like it’s hard to see.
“I’m not sure,” I say honestly as I read that green means group sex. “If we’re planning to… umm… in the reserved room—”
“Bands only indicate what you’re willing to do on the floor. Picking a color now doesn’t forfeit your right to agree to more later, nor does it give anyone permission to do something you say no to.”
“White,” I tell him after the explanation. I have no plans to do a damn thing other than what I’ve discussed with Trenton. I just wasn’t sure if I required a green band to go through with our plan in the privacy of the room we’ve reserved.
Isaac winks at me as he hands over his ID, and although I feel Trenton’s eyes on me, I focus on providing my ID as well.
Gus looks a little confused when he looks at my driver’s license, but I chalk it up to being from out of state.
He hands both mine and Isaac’s back after the information is entered into the computer. We’re handed our bands, but before we can leave, he gets my attention.
“You two will need a stamp,” Gus says.
I hold my hand out. “A stamp?”
“All newbies have to have a stamp.”
He presses the thing first to my hand and then to Trenton’s.
WELCOME TO HALE marks my skin when I pull it away.
“He doesn’t need one?” I ask, pointing to Isaac.
“I’m a regular,” the man says with a smile.
“Welcome back, Mr. Sadler. I trust you’ll show these two the ropes?”
“Of course,” Isaac says with a devious smile.
The club is already in full swing when we walk through the massive double doors. Darkness paints nearly every corner, but strategic lighting allows for hints and glimpses of what’s going on.
“There’s a two-drink limit at the bar,” Isaac says as we walk further in.
I don’t know where to look because there is something different to see at every angle. There’s a sitting area, and several leather booths surrounding a small stage with a woman swinging around on a pole completely naked. Several people are having sex right out in the open as others circle around them and watch. One man is stroking his cock as he enjoys the show.
“Dylan!” Isaac says as he approaches the bar.
“Good to see you, man,” the bartender says as they clasp hands. “What can I get you and your friends?”
The bartender glances in my direction, his eyes landing on the white band on my wrist, but he doesn’t let his gaze linger.
I don’t know why I was expecting people to see me and just get disgusting with sexual suggestions, but I don’t get that vibe from this man at all.
“Just a Coke for me,” Isaac says. “I want to keep my head fully in the game tonight.”
“Gonna put on a show?” Dylan asks as he fills a cup with ice and soda.
“Maybe, but we have a room booked first.”
Trenton orders whiskey, and I settle for a soda of my own. I don’t want this night to end with any chance of making an excuse. I don’t want to be able to blame alcohol for my choices. If I’m going to make them, I’ll make them completely on my own.
“Let’s go watch for a few minutes,” Isaac says.
I don’t miss the relief on Trenton’s face or the way his shoulders loosen a little at the suggestion.
We follow Isaac further across the room, Trenton taking a seat beside him in front of a dais showcasing two women making out.
Before I can sit in the only other available seat on the far side of Isaac, Trenton grabs my hips and settles me on his lap.
Is this him being possessive?
I honestly don’t know, but I’m not complaining. After the way he pulled away from me in the bedroom, I was certain he’d refuse to come. Other than meeting his eyes a couple of times on the drive, he hasn’t spoken to me since leaving the clubhouse other than at the front counter earlier.
His hand floats up my thigh, dragging my dress higher as he leans in close to my ear.
“Sexy, isn’t it?”
I keep my eyes glued on the stage, watching as the women slowly undress each other without an ounce of shyness. Just from watching them I can see that they’re so into each other that they have no concerns for the people gathering around to watch.
