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Woah. Can she see my cheeks flush in this dim lighting?
A pulse of electricity shoots down my spine, and before I know it, I feel that pulse deep in my core, and my thighs clench with anticipation.
Am I really going to do this?
Holy crap. This is insane, and yet, I can’t wait.
Casey ducks behind her desk, and a moment later, she hands me two wristbands. One white, signifying my virginity, and one red, a clear signal to any man inside this club that I’m willing to have sex . . . in private, of course.
As for Becs, she’s handed both a green and violet wristband, and she quickly snaps them into place, proud and excited for what the night will hold.
“You ready?” she asks, taking my wrist and helping me with my bands.
“Yeah,” I say with a slow smile.
This isn’t exactly how I’d always planned to lose my virginity, but let’s face it, I came to terms with the fact that my wild night with Izaac Banks was never going to happen. It’s time for me to let go. To explore the limitations of my body and enjoy life the way I should have always been doing.
“One last thing before you go,” Casey says, reaching for my wrist. She grabs a stamper and presses the cool ink to the inside of my wrist, and when she pulls it away, I find a dazzling gold moth, the wings shimmering in the low lights. “This stamp will gain you access into the VIP rooms downstairs, and from one woman to another, that’s exactly where you want to be. Now, you’re both on contraceptives?”
“Yes,” we say in unison as Casey re-inks the stamper and presses it to the inside of Becs’ wrist.
“Wonderful. All of our members are clean and take regular tests, so you may use a condom at your own discretion. If you want them to wear protection, all you need to do is say the word, and they’ll suit up. If someone refuses, do not consent and report them. Like I said, we take the safety of our guests seriously.”
I nod, and not a moment later, Casey steps out from behind her desk and leads us deeper into the room to another solid black door.
“Enjoy yourselves,” Casey smiles as she pulls the door open. “Welcome to the best night of your lives.” As we step forward, the smell of sex and alcohol beckons us to step over the threshold and dive headfirst into a night of wild passion.
Becs takes my hand, and as the sultry music assaults my eardrums, we step into the madness, and the second we do, I feel the hungry stares of the vultures. They rake up and down my body, lingering on the white wristband, and I can’t help but feel like a challenge, but I push it aside, trying to remember what Casey said—I have control. I have the power to say no to anybody. I can participate as little or as much as I want.
“Why don’t we take a look around first?” Becs offers, looping her arm through mine as if knowing that I need a little nudge.
I nod, and as we start walking, I let my gaze sail across the luxurious club. Everything is dark. Floors. Walls. Booths. Furniture. Even the bar follows the same theme. There’s a stage for dancers and even an inground heated pool that has steam floating across the top of the water. Not gonna lie, it looks incredible, but considering the woman currently in a world of ecstasy with a man on either side of her, I don’t even want to begin to know what kind of DNA is in that water.
Sheer curtains hang throughout the club to separate sections. Some small booth-like areas seem intimate, meant for two people, and some are much larger for hosting bigger . . . parties. Nearly all of them are occupied. Some couples are just having a drink while others are in the wild throws of passion, riding each other, getting off on the attention they draw.
As for Becs, her attention is on the orgy in the corner section. Though, what actually defines an orgy? Equal number of men and women? I don’t know. The ones I may or may not have seen on forbidden sites are generally wild and filled with couples frantically fucking like a race to see who can get off first.
But this isn’t that. This seems more . . . erotic.
There’s one woman surrounded by five men. They’re not rough or forceful or thinking about fucking her blindly. This is different. They’re gentle. Their fingers brush across her skin and make her shiver. She sits on one man’s lap, her thighs spread wide and hooked over his, and his arms tangle around her body, one flicking over her pert nipple and the other rubbing lazy circles over her clit. He kisses the base of her throat, and she leans back against him, arching her back with pleasure, and while it’s hard to see from this angle, I’m pretty sure his cock is buried deep in her ass.
This is all about her. The way they touch her, the way they move. It’s not about getting off for these men, it’s about making her feel. It’s about pure erotic pleasure, and I’m so here for it.
There’s something so sensual about it, and I don’t doubt that this woman will be in a world of ecstasy for hours into the night. She works two of the men with her hands as another drops to his knees and starts working his tongue up her inner thigh, and the moment he closes his mouth over her pussy, I have to look away. It feels like I’m intruding somehow. But am I really? If she didn’t welcome the eyes of others, she would have closed this off to a private room.
“Holy shit,” Becs drawls beside me, her gaze still locked on the woman. “That’s what I want. If I could change positions with her and have exactly that . . .”
Hunger booms through her gaze, and a grin tears across my face. I think tonight is going to be one hell of a night to remember. “Come on,” I tell her, pulling her toward the bar. “Let’s get a drink and finish checking out the club, then you can decide where you want to spend your time.”
Becs nods eagerly. “Good plan. If this is what we’ve already seen in the first few minutes, then I can’t wait to see what else this place can offer. Plus the VIP area. We’re definitely checking that out.”
I almost dread the idea of what’s happening down there, but there’s no denying that I’m intrigued. Even if I don’t end up participating in anything, this is still the craziest night I’ve ever had.
We make our way over to the bar, and I’m a little more comfortable here. People are just chilling, sipping on their drinks, and getting to know each other. It almost seems normal, but I know if I were to listen in on some of the conversations around me, all I’d hear is talk of boundaries, kinks, and limits they’re willing to push in the bedroom.
The club’s music is almost hypnotic, and even before I can order a drink, my hips start swaying to the beat.
Becs orders two cosmopolitans, and as the bartender arrives with our drinks in crystal glasses, a man settles in beside me. I don’t think much of it as he steals the bartender’s attention and orders himself a whiskey, but the second the bartender slinks away to prepare his drink, the man’s attention falls on me.
