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After throwing back another round of the smoothest vodka I’ve ever had, I follow Eden around the second-floor balcony.
“These are the VIP rooms,” she says. “They’re mostly just a little nicer than the ones downstairs. A few moreamenities.”
“Okay, this may sound like a stupid question, but what’s in the rooms? Are they just like hotel rooms?”
“Some of them are,” she replies. “But the themed ones are my favorite.”
“Themed?”
With a giggle, she leads me toward the elevator at the end of the hall. “Come on. I’ll show you.”
“They’ll let us in?” I ask as the door closes us into the elevator.
“Oh, I’ll do you one better.”
I don’t know what that means, but I have to clutch my dress tightly in my fingers to keep from letting them fidget in front of me.
The elevator opens to the main room again, but I notice what looks like a storefront on the right, so I pause in front of it.
“Oh, that’s the shop. If you need anything like toys or lingerie or whatever, but the rooms all come equipped with condoms and lube. And some toys.”
This is insane. I still can’t wrap my head around this being what Garrett does for a living. Why wouldn’t he tell me? Did he really think I couldn’t handle knowing about his sex club? Sure, I can understand him keeping this secret before, when I was younger, but after the week we’ve had? We’ve done everything but screw, and he just happened to omit the fact that he’s a sex club owner. It doesn’t make sense.
Eden leads me across the main floor, and now there are people dancing in the middle, which does make it appear more like a dance club. I notice things now that I know this isn’t just a strip club, like couples sitting awfully close together around the tables and more ominous doors along the walls.
And it occurs to me that there are people behind those doors. And I know what they’re doing. But nothing about this place feels raunchy or exploitative. It’s not like a strip club, catering to one demographic. I haven’t done anything or seen what’s behind those doors, but I already feel how liberating it is. How women can walk around alone without feeling watched or like prey.
There’s another bar down here, but we don’t stop as we pass it toward another black curtain in the corner. There’s a bouncer standing near a red rope, and he simply nods at Eden as she approaches.
“She’s with me,” she tells him, and he nods his head again.
“Renting a room?”
“Nope, just watching tonight.”
“You got it. Have fun.” He lifts the red rope and pulls the black curtain aside.
Eden takes my hand and smiles as she says, “Ready?”
Ready for what?
It takes me a moment to realize this is the same room I peeked my head in moments ago, before I found the stairs and wandered my dumb ass into the VIP sex room. It’s a museum-looking hallway with people randomly staring at the walls like they are dissecting a piece of art. But as we move into the room, and I see what’s behind the windows, I realize the art is literally…more people fucking.
Still, my mind doesn’t quite register what I’m seeing when I reach the dimly lit window on the right and a woman with a curly brown halo of hair is literally riding a man on a bed.
Blood nearly drains out of my body as I stare at the sight before me. The man is tied to the four corners of the bed, face up, with a blindfold over his eyes and a ball gag in his mouth. In one hand, he is holding something white clutched in his fingers. He can literally not move or speak as this woman rides the ever-loving shit out of him, and I’m not hallucinating; they are literally fucking. It’s not some weird strip club show or BDSM presentation.
I can see where he is entering her, the throbbing red skin of his dick where she’s bouncing herself on him. Her breasts are being held up by a red corset, but with all of her movement, she’s knocked them free of their restraints.
Subtly, I turn my head and stare at the other people watching. There is a man sitting on the bench with another smaller man sitting on his lap. They’re both watching with rapt attention as if this is a movie in a theater. And there are definitely people touching each other, movements I didn’t catch before, but so obvious now as my eyes adjust.
As one woman turns toward me, I quickly glance away, feeling like I’ve just broken some unspoken rule about eye contact in the porn room.
“Isn’t it amazing?” Eden whispers, leaning in from behind me. Goosebumps erupt along my neck from the feel of her breath against my skin.
“Garrett did this?” I ask.
“Yep. This is his creation. It’s everyone’s favorite.”
