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"That is still very much a secret. But before we move forward, I need to ensure you are ok with a few things." Holding my hand, he used his thumb to rub little circles into my flesh.
"Ok, what do you need to ensure is ok?" I didn't know why he was secretive about his job and the evening.
"Well, I know what you do for a living, but are you... reserved, outside of the office?" I couldn't understand what exactly he was asking.
"Are you referring to sex? Do you expect me to have sex with you this evening, Kiren?" I was not opposed to it, but I thought it was pretty forward for him to assume it would occur. "You do realize that this is technically the first date?"
"No, I am not expecting it, though I have to be honest, I am not against the idea. Tell me if you are up for it at any time, and we can scratch whatever itch you may have." He bit his lip for just a moment before a smirk appeared. I was up for it but needed to hold out and make him work harder. "But I am asking, are you comfortable around sex outside work? Of course, I want to take you somewhere, but sex-like acts will occur with others."
"Oh, I am comfortable around it, even out of work. But I can't imagine what that would do with our date." What would he do, take me to a strip club on our first date? He seems open, but I didn't figure he would think that would be first-date material because I didn't think that was first-date material.
"You will see. I hope to broaden your horizons. And maybe I can get you all hot and bothered that you need me to help you out."
Oh, he is determined to get me into bed tonight. So I had to decide whether to give in to my desire or make us both wait a little longer.
Chapter 11
Every Rose Has
Its Thorn
We pulled up to what I could only describe as a mansion in the middle of nowhere. The driveway up to the house was lined with trees, and once we arrived, there was a valet to take the car. I still had not figured out what Kiren did for a living, but I was starting to worry that I may not like it when I did learn.
"What is this place?" The grounds were immaculate. The house looked like one I had only ever seen in movies and magazines. It resembled one of those plantation homes with multiple floors and a large front porch with columns. Ferns were hanging at intervals between the pillars, and fairy lights gave the place a whimsical look.
"This, my friend, is a playroom for us tonight." So we walked up the two steps to the house, and the door was opened by a man in actual butlers attire.
"Are we in Gotham? Is this Bruce Wayne's mansion?" I asked as I leaned closer to Kiren's ear. He chuckled and smiled at me.
"Oh, you have never seen anything like this in a Batman movie, that is for sure."He led me through the door and into the entryway, which made me immediately think of the grand staircase in the titanic. The butler who opened the door took our coats, and another man who appeared to be a house staff member approached us.
"Good evening, sir. How would you like to proceed this evening?" Kiren looked at him and smiled.
"My friend with me is new to our events. So let's start her off slowly and begin on the lower levels, and we can approach the upper levels if we find it is needed." The gentleman nodded and motioned toward a door on our right.
"Please enjoy your evening, sir. And as always, please let us know whenever you require assistance."
"What are we going to do here?" I asked as we headed toward the door on the right.
"We are going to enjoy ourselves. But at any time you want to leave, let me know, and we will leave. I only ask that you keep an open mind." And with that, we walked through the doors.
I first noticed that we entered what appeared to be a long corridor. It had to be close to the length of a football field. People were milling about the corridor. I then noticed that some people were looking at the walls or maybe pictures on the walls. Then I realized that all of the walls were glass. The ones closest to me were opaque. "What is this?" I walked up to the glass wall on my right.
"This is Petals. It is a safe space for people to explore their sexuality. A club of sorts. You can learn, try or watch anything you can imagine here." He walked to the nearest glass wall and appeared to hit a button next to the glass. Almost instantly, the opaque glass was transparent, and I could see what was happening on the other side.
There was a bed in the middle of the room, and a couple was obviously in the process of being intimate. The couple was covered with sheets, though, and only a little could be seen. "This is the viewing area. Before being placed into an assigned room for the evening, you must let management know what you plan to do. The more vanilla acts are placed at the beginning, and those considered more extreme are towards the back. Its management's way of saying viewers discretion is advised." He again hit the button, and the glass once again fogged.
"You brought me to a sex club for a date?" I should have felt insulted, mistreated, or something that wasn't good. But instead, I felt intrigued and curious to see and learn more about this club.
"Well, I figured if any woman I may have ever dated, you would appreciate it the most," I smirked and tilted my head to look at him.
"Dated? Who says we are dating?"I did not know how I felt about that declaration. Dating someone meant a commitment, and I was unsure if that was something I wanted.
"Well, I figured we made it to third base; that had to mean something." H reached down and grabbed my hand, and pulled me close. My body was flush against his, and his lips were nearing mine. I had to tilt my head to see his face, and I was sure he would kiss me. But, instead, he nipped at my bottom lip before pulling away laughing. "We can talk about all of that later. There is still so much more to show you."
Kiren guided me down the corridor past two more windows; we were now in the center of the corridor. The glass to the right was already transparent, and I could see a man in the room staring at a woman that he was in the process of tying to a large tripod that was extended in the center of the room. The woman wore no clothes. The ropes currently crossed across her chest. One foot was suspended, and another on the floor. Her hands were tied behind her back. Though the scene in front of me was not something I was familiar with, the work's beauty and intricacy was hot. Her pink nipples were hard and could be easily seen since the rope work accentuated her voluptuous tits.
The man stared at the woman while holding more rope in his hand. It appeared that he was admiring his handy work. Then, he moved through the room, looking at her from different angles, before taking the rope and returning to work.
