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No cubicle I’ve passed so far has had less than four people inside. Tonight everyone seems to have the itch for group sex.
I have to stop by the cubicle nearest the end of the dancefloor because it looks like everyone’s possessed because of the way they’re moving.
On one end of the sofa there’s two men sharing a woman. She’s sitting in reverse cowgirl on one guy’s lap so he can pound into her ass and the guy in front can take her pussy. Another is standing on one of the raised platforms by the sofa so he can assault her mouth with his cock. I don’t know how she manages to concentrate enough to give the other guy on her side a hand job.
Everything’s so fast and wild, and in tandem with the threesome on the other end of the sofa where one guy is pounding into a woman’s ass while she bends over to give the guy in front a blow job. All are wearing masks.
I’ve been here for so long andthisscene before me is nothing new. I’ve seen wilder in the sex dungeons, yet seeing all this here still makes my body blush with that crazy sexual heat you’re meant to feel from watching. It’s always fascinated me.
I always try to imagine how the scenarios play out, how it all happens. Most people come with a friend or a group of friends and hook up with others on the night. The tradition is that everyone gets the silver coin at reception to give to the person or people they want to spend the night with.
We create the environment for the fantasy and then they take it from there. They get lost in the fantasy. We, the ones watching, get lost in the distraction.
Distraction is what I need now.
I look away and gaze above to the floors on the upper level. Each of the Giordano boys has a private lounge and they have a suite in the penthouse.
I always manage to see Nick first and these days Nick is always here with Mia, his wife.
They’re standing on the fourth floor and she’s laughing at something he’s saying. He kisses her and I can’t help but smile. I’m so glad his wildness didn’t get him killed. These days he directs all his energy to his wife. It’s nice to see them look so in love with each other, like they just met. They’ve been married for two years and they have a child.
My gaze takes me higher to the man I’m here to see. He’s on the fifth floor looking down. He likes to do that because all the artistry and the show of the whole Venetian Masquerade setting is him. He’s the tech, the creative director for lack of a better description, for The Dark Odyssey.
All I see is the silhouette of him standing by the archway of his private lounge. That’s where I usually meet him.
I can tell now, even without seeing him properly, that he’ll be standing there with a cigar looking sexy as fuck in hismafiosoway.
I pull in a breath and continue my pursuit to him.
I can do this…
The plan is to see what happens. That’s what I’m going to do.
I’m going to see what happens.
He wants an answer. He wants me to be his.
I’ll see if I can truly find the courage to give him the answer screaming in my heart.
Chapter Three
Salvatore
The Dark Odysseyfor me is a playground.
I don’t know what to call myself. I’m more than a voyeur. I don’t just like watching people naked or gain sexual pleasure from watching others engaged in sexual activity.
I like sex.
I like watching sex and not because it gets me off. To me it’s an art, a form of
expression. The expression of desire and passion. It’s no different to watching a dance, looking at a painting, or hearing a piece of music.
It’s an expression of fantasy.
Like the other guys, I like wild fantasies and in my club there’s every kind of wild.
Tonight is no different. Not at all. It’s packed as usual.
