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sierra
With heat gathered between my thighs, I teetered nervously from foot to foot in front of two muscular bouncers, dressed in all black suits, and chewed on the inside of my cheek. I shouldn’t be here, but I had no other choice.
“Membership card,” the bouncer with gold brass knuckles said.
“I, um …” I gulped. “Don’t have one. I’m here to sign up for the class.”
They peered at each other for a moment, then unhooked a maroon velvet rope barrier for me to pass. “Drop your coat off at the check-in and find your way down the hallway to the left to be received.”
“Th-thanks,” I stuttered. Heart pounding, I smiled softly and walked past the rope and through the double doors into Radiant, a BDSM sex club nestled in the heart of Pittsburgh that catered to the upper class.
Only problem was that I was a virgin with zero experience in sex and way too poor to afford any type of membership to this place. But Radiant was infamous for hosting proper Sex Education classes that not only taught how to do it, but also the mannerisms behind it all.
Vanilla drifted through my nose, and I peered past the coatroom and into the club, eyes widening when I spotted a bunch of naked women dancing around shiny stripper poles while onlookers watched from black suede couches.
“Your coat, miss,” a woman said.
I shrugged off my jacket and handed it to her. She glanced down at my oversize baby-blue sweater with red mushrooms on it and a pair of leggings that might’ve had a hole near my inner thigh.
Why had I come here again?! I didn’t fit in at all.
After grimacing, she placed my belongings in the back and pointed down the hallway to the left. With my arms crossed, I walked down the hallway and tried not to look into the glass rooms where men and women bound each other up.
Did they … know that these were glass walls and that anyone could look right in?
As the man plunged into the woman from behind, he grasped her hips and looked directly at me, a smirk crawling across his handsome face. I inhaled sharply. More heat grew between my thighs, my panties already soaked.
Scurrying along down the hallway, I desperately tried to gather my thoughts. The hallway opened up into a larger bar area. I stopped at the entrance and nervously glanced around, not sure where to go. Was I supposed to be in an office? Did the classes start tonight in those glass rooms and I was just late?
God, I hoped not. I couldn’t imagine doing something like that in front of other people.
I glanced toward the bar and spotted a handsome older man with streaks of salt in his dark hair. He leaned against the counter next to two others with a drink in his hand and his devilish eyes fixed on me.
When he pushed himself off the bar, I wanted to look away, but I was fixed to the spot. Dressed in navy suit pants and a blue dress shirt with its sleeves rolled up his muscular forearms, he smirked and stopped in front of me.
“Can I help you?” he asked, his voice deep and British.
“I, um …” I whispered, the accent flustering me. “Maybe? I’m looking for the offices.”
“The offices?”
My cheeks flushed, and I averted my gaze. “To sign up for a class. There was …” Somehow, my cheeks burned even hotter. “There was an advertisement online about a Sex Education course that this club hosted. But, um … maybe I’m just in the wrong p-place.”
“God, you’re fucking adorable.”
I snapped my eyes up to meet his.
D-did he just …
No. No, I am hearing things. This music is way too loud.
“What?” I asked for clarification because if I didn’t, my dumbass would nod along and get myself into a situation that I really, really didn’t want to be in, like I had with Luke. I’d learned my lesson that night.
He leaned down and brushed some hair behind my shoulder, his lips dangerously close to my ear. “Which class are you interested in?” he asked, his voice smooth, soft almost, which made my nipples ache.
Get ahold of yourself, Sierra.
