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She smirks. “Ding ding ding. All right, game faces on. Remember, the fact that he’s even offered this meeting at all speaks volumes. Hewantsto work with us. We just need to show him exactly how much easier his life will be when he does.”
I nod, swallowing back the hammering in my heart. No problem. I just have to help my boss secure a new client with mafia connections who probably represents close to twenty million dollars a year in billable hours, and then for bonus points go find a stranger to unknowingly take my virginity and free me from the chokehold Leo has on me.
No big deal.
Outside the private changing room, two black-masked staff in suits hand us two more flutes of champagne. Then two masked women in flimsy, see-through black gauze cocktail dresses approach, each holding a matte black suitcase. They hold them up and open them, revealing two matching collections of elegant wristbands in varying designs and color combinations.
I glance at Taylor, who just smiles.
“It’s the club’s kink designations.
My face burns hotly, my eyes widening at the various bands.
“They all signify different…tastes,” Taylor explains, clearly slightly amused at my own flustered state. “And your preferred role. The red is sadomasochism. So red with black lines across it signifies a Dom. Red with gold lines, a sub.”
I swallow thickly, feeling my pulse thud.
“Uh-huh.”
“The green is—” Taylor clears her throat, eyeing me. “You know what? Let’s just make this easy for both of us. We’re here for business, so let’s go with the white and gold. It means you’re a voyeur only.”
“Oh, cool.”
I cringe at my own flustered awkwardness. Mercifully, Taylor doesn’t push it as she reaches for a white and gold band from the open briefcase in front of her. I pick an identical one from the case in front of me, slipping it onto my wrist with a shiver.
“Elsa?”
I glance at Taylor.
“Relax. I didn’t bring you tonight because I thought you had an extensive background in sex clubs or knowledge of the kink lifestyle,” she says with a reassuring smile. “I brought you because you’re the most promising and brilliant young attorney I know. Okay?”
I exhale, letting a little of the tension out as I force a calmness to my smile that I don’t feel.
“Thank you.”
She nods, putting a hand on my shoulder as she leans close. “For the record, I’m only a member here because it’s where clients like to meet. Don’t worry. This isn’t my scene, either. We’re here for Dante, nothing more. So let’s go out there and kill it.”
The pep talk definitely helps my nerves. So does knocking back the rest of my champagne in one gulp. Then, wristbands on, we follow our two masked guides further down the hall. The music grows louder. A murmuring din of people talking washes over me. But when it begins to be punctuated by gasping moans of female pleasure, my pulse jumps and my skin tingles.
Then we step out into the main room, and my jawdrops.
It’s like something out ofEyes Wide Shut. Or a Roman orgy.
Holy. Shit.
The room is opulently decorated, full of couches and chairs for the elegant, masked onlookers. More guests talk amongst themselves by two cocktail bars along the sides of the room. But the main focus—and it’s impossiblenotto focus on it—is the writhing, thrusting, moaning and grunting mass of bodies tangled in extremely creative ways across the large beds and couches in the center of the room.
A gorgeous, dark-skinned woman, utterly naked but for her wristband and a gold and black mask, gasps in ecstasy as the muscled man bending her over the arm of the couch rams into her. When a second man tangles his fingers in her long braids and guides her mouth to his rock-hard cock, my eyes bulge and my face turns the color of the blood-red hallway we just walked through.
Beside them on the same couch, two blonde women with gravity-defying breasts ride a tattooed, Italian-looking guy who is lying on his back—one of them bouncing up and down on his dick, the other grinding her pussy against his mouth. Another couple fuck on the floor like it’s an Olympic event and they’re going for gold, and a foursome on an oversized bed behind them tangles in ways that I wouldn’t have thought logistically possible, like an X-rated game of Twister.
I’ve seen sex before. It’s just that I’ve never, well,seensex before. Not really. Not like this. I mean, no, I might have never gotten around to doing it myself. I’ve watched plenty of online porn, though.
But watching videos and watching…this…right in front of me is like going from a tricycle to a Harley. And very quickly, my anxiety about what the actual fuck I think I’m going to do here tonight skyrockets.
“It’s a bit of a shock the first time,” Taylor murmurs quietly next to me. She turns to arch a brow, smiling. “Are you okay?”
“Oh, yeah, no, of course,” I shrug as casually as I can. “It’s just sex. Everyone has it, right?”
