“No,” I said.
What were these glass rooms anyway? Definitely nothing good.
“Too bad,” Heather said, yanking me toward her.
She dragged me down the next hallway, where there were several huge glass rooms—some that we could see into, some that we couldn’t, some that were vacant, and some that had a handful of people fucking every single hole in that room.
“Oh my God,” I whispered, pussy beginning to ache.
“Isn’t it so hot?” Heather asked. “Imagine fucking Charlie in one of these.”
My cheeks reddened even more. “Can they see us?”
“It depends,” Heather said. “If they want to see you, they can. If they don’t, they won’t.”
“How does it work?”
“There’s a remote inside the room. You can make the glass completely transparent—transparent from the outside, transparent only from the inside, or not transparent at all.”
“Depends on what the couple is into,” Sierra said. “Some people like to be watched. Some like the thrill of seeing other people while getting it on. Others don’t want to see or be seen at all.”
I sucked in a breath, my nipples hardening. If Charlie ever brought me here, I would want people to watch, but I wouldn’t necessarily want to see them. The thought of other people getting off because of me … made me excited, but the thought of seeing them in real life … not so much.
Online, sure. They could get good angles with a camera.
Some guy inside one of the rooms nodded at the group of us, beckoning for us to come in. My eyes widened, and I dug my heels into the ground in case Heather decided to try to get me to go into one of them.
That was not happening—ever.
Well, maybe not ever. Maybe with Charlie.
My entire body warmed at the thought of being in one of these rooms with him—the walls on the inside dark so that I couldn’t see out, but transparent on the outside so that everyone could see in and watch us have a good time.
It’d be just like … earlier.
Nipples hardening underneath my shirt, I crossed my arms to hide them and chewed on the inside of my cheek.
Would Charlie even ever consider coming to a sex club like this? Probably, but how would I even bring that up in our conversation?!
Hey, I think you might like me. Wanna go to a sex club?
Bruh, I would die from embarrassment if that came out of my mouth!
“I’m going to get a drink,” I said, speed-walking back to the exit of this place.
I needed to take a break or else I would combust from horniness over how much I wanted that man. It was unhealthy, but on the way over, Sierra and Heather had really convinced me that Charlie just didn’t want to overstep.
That had to be it, right?
He didn’t want to ruin our friendship, just like I didn’t want to ruin our friendship.
Once I made it out of the hallway of glass rooms and through all the kissing couples, I stepped into the main bar area, where we had kinda, sorta started. I blew out a low breath, thankful that there weren’t that many naked people fucking in all kinds of ways here.
No shame to them, but this was the first time I’d seen this many naked people in real life.
I found an empty seat on one side of the bar and slid up onto it.
“What would you like to drink, hon?” the bartender said.
