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When we get to the dressing room, my clothes are already laid out for me.
There’s a sheer black negligee made from material so thin it’s completely see-through. My light pink nipples are visible against the fabric when I put it on. That’s the idea though. Clothes like these are just a tease for the men.
At least the matching thong has a thicker bit of fabric covering my mound—just barely.
I’m comfortable with my body, and like most girls here, I’m okay to go topless, but I don’t like showing more until I get intimate with someone.
Once my hair and makeup are done, I look like I could fit right in with the ladies at the Moulin Rouge. Mimi then ushers me through the door to the left, which goes right into the club. Instantly I’m immersed in flashing strobe lights and the wild club mix music cocooned in the beautiful Venetian-style hall with its high gold ceiling and classy European décor.
I’ve been to Venice and Rome, so I’m confident in endorsing the design this hall attempts to replicate.
The sea of partygoers on the dancefloor below are having fun, but the first thing anybody notices when they walk in is the people having sex.
Tonight it looks like everyone is doing it.
There are people having sex in the Arabian-style cubicles on the sidelines of the dance floor, people having sex in the sofa areas by the bar, and people having sex against the walls.
I consider myself sexually adventurous. During my time here, I’ve gotten up to all sorts of debauchery, but it’s still shocking for me to see everyone like this out in the open.
People like Mimi don’t flicker an eyelid because being here all the time makes public sex feel commonplace. People like me gawk the way I am now at the acrobatic couple fucking on the ariel hoop in the ceiling as they sail past us.
I’ve seen that before, but it still throws me. The same as watching the threesome in the exhibitionist box at the far corner of the room.
This is what you call a dark fantasy. In the Dark Odyssey, sex is very much an art as dancing, singing, or painting because the owners think it’s an expression of your inner desires.
We branch off the balcony and walk through the fantasy maze where more couples blend in with the shadows against the wall. I’m then taken to the VIP lounge.
I gear myself up to meet the guys. But as Mimi opens the door to the first room, I realize nothing could prepare me for the sight of the three drop-dead gorgeous Italian men inside.
Dressed in full black and standing next to the table with the decanter and wine, they look like they’re posing for a GQ Magazine photoshoot.
I’m certainly not prepared for the raw heat spiking my nerves or for the deliciously sexy sight of them to wipe my brain clean of everything.
When the guy with the bright blue eyes looks at me with mischief lurking in his gaze, and the other two exchange curious glances that hold the same air of sexiness, I know I’m going to have one very interesting night.
