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I’m wearing a red wristband, and Jake is sitting next to me, counting money.
“Didn’t think I’d see you in here,” he says and looks around before going back to his wad of hundred-dollar bills. He is the only one without a wristband on—everyone knows who he is.
“I got married.”
Jake stops counting, and surprise flashes in his eyes as he looks at me.
“Shit, congrats. When?”
I glance at my watch. “A few hours ago.”
“Fuck, why are you here, then?”
“Because it seems my wife is a cunt.” I smile nicely.
“Aren’t they all?” He chuckles. “Remind me to never get married.” His hand lifts, and he pushes his long hair back out of his face.
A girl approaches him and leans on the counter—she’s dressed in red lace lingerie and she’s beautiful. “I want to go home,” she whines, and Jake laughs at her.
“You say that every time you work and never go,” he replies.
“I want to live a rich-girl life, Jakey. Can’t you be my sugar daddy and support my obnoxious habits?”
“And what habits are those?” he asks, playing into whatever game it is they have.
“Oh, you know… designer bags, designer heels, never cooking again, having a maid and a chef. You name it, I want it.”
“Petra, you have all those things. I pay you very well, so you can afford them.”
She flicks her hair over her shoulder and turns to me. “I could make you a happy man tonight.”
This isn’t your average sex club. This is one where when you enter, you wear wristbands to show your willingness. Some people come alone, but some come with their significant other. Or, you have the few like Petra, who are paid to walk around and, if need be, provide those desires of other people. She has been working with Jake for as long as we’ve been coming here, but we usually don’t speak. She is working or I come in here to blow off steam.
In the form of a bed.
We all have our kinks.
“I’m sure you could, but I don’t supply my woman with all those things.”
“Well, damn, why did I marry you?” We all turn to the voice behind us, but I know who it is before I see her. Adora stands there in her wedding dress, her hair now down, and her phone in her hand.
“Wow! I want a dress like that, Jake. Please, can I have a dress like that?”
“Petra, it’s time you go back to work.” Jake waves her off, but before she leaves, she leans into Adora. “If he doesn’t give you those things, I would suggest divorce.” She walks off, and Adora manages a smile. Her eyes flick to Jake, then they scan the room. I notice she has on a yellow wristband. Green means you are up for anything, red is no touching, and yellow is basically a maybe.
Jake stays quiet as he sits there counting his money, and I watch her. Her red lips—those lips that I want to staple shut and kiss at the same time—are slightly parted, and her shiny chocolate-colored hair tumbles messily over her shoulders.
“I’ve never been to a place like this,” she states and looks back at me. “Do you come here often?” Jake barks out a laugh, and her eyes dart to him, then back to me. “You do.” She answers her own question. “You either like to watch or enjoy fucking a lot.”
My response is to say nothing.
She licks her red lips before she glances at the band on my wrist. “You like to watch, right?”
“I’m going to leave.” Jake stands and turns to face Adora. He offers his hand. “It is a pleasure meeting you. Never thought this man would get married, yet… here we are.”
“Yes, here we are,” I say, smiling, my eyes never leaving her.
“Adora. Nice to meet you.” She shakes his hand. “I’m Jake, and you are welcome here anytime.”
