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Jesus. What is this place? “You’d be correct.”
“Come on. There’re some private rooms toward the back. More our speed, I think.”
We continue on through more sweaty bodies before coming to a halt where two guards stand with a velvet red rope spanning the space between them. The big guy stares at us, his face void of any expression. Slipping his hand into his back pocket, V pulls out a black card and hands it to him. The guy nods, unclips the rope between them, and allows us to pass.
A row of rooms line the hallway behind the rope. Every single door is wide open, revealing couples and groups of people fucking loudly inside. The sound of slapping bodies and moans fill the hallway. V moves on ahead of me, but one open door in particular catches my eye. I skid to a stop, grabbing V by the shoulder to halt his forward pursuit.
“The fuck?” he groans, but his protests stop when he notices what’s caught my eye.
Inside this room, a woman sits in a high-backed leather chair, her face hidden by a black leather mask. Her long, dark hair cascades down her narrow shoulders, falling just short of her bountiful tits.
She sits in that chair like a fucking queen on a throne, her naked body on display for any who pass. I lick my lips as I take her in. Tattoos cover nearly every inch of her skin, swirls of colors and designs flowing seamlessly together. A dragon on her abdomen circles around her hips and onto her thighs.
She’s a fucking goddess, ready for someone to worship her.
“Hello, there,” she purrs, her sultry voice beckoning to me like a siren’s song.
“Hello, beautiful,” V replies, stepping through the doorway. “All alone?”
“Seems that way.” She sighs. “Never seen you two around before.” Ah. She’s a regular, it appears. With the kind of confidence that oozes from her, it’s not surprising. “First time?”
V leans up against the doorframe, crossing his tattooed arms over his chest. “Might be.”
“What about your friend?” she asks, her eyes barely visible under her black mask. But I can feel them on me, the heat of her gaze going straight to my fucking cock.
“First-timer.”
“Well, then, why don’t you two join me? I’ll give you a proper welcome to the Vanilla Villa.” She uncrosses her legs, baring her bald pussy. “No one has piqued my interest tonight, but I think the two of you will serve me quite well.”
V looks at me, his eyes narrowed with uncertainty. We’ve never shared a woman at the same time. Sure, most of the unattached guys have shared the available girls at the club, but this is different. I’m a territorial bastard. Sharing has never been a great virtue of mine.
“Didn’t come all this way not to enjoy ourselves,” V suggests, raising his brow.
“Fuck it,” I growl. “Let’s do this.”
