Seriously, every night. Now that I’ve put the crib together and tricked Donovan into sleeping in it by fitting his entire car seat in it for a couple days, there’s nothing dividing us. I want to say our bodies are naturally warring against each other to take up what fresh real estate we can, but my dick has a different opinion on the matter. But then, I always knew how well our bodies meshed together.
“Nah, man, I’ll be back,” I tell Merrick. Because shit’s going to get ugly. We’re going to have a massive legal battle at the very least. She blackmailed me; that’s a felony with potential jail time. And I don’t make real money until the season starts back up, so if I don’t have a place to go back to, it’s gonna be fucked up trying to find a place.
But fuck, I don’t want to go back to that. No offense to him. The house was great for the most part, but yeah. That’s not me.
I don’t want to go back, but as I drag my feet getting ready to go home, assured by the video baby monitor that Tilly’s home with the baby and hasn’t absconded with him in the middle of the day, I realize I don’t want to go there either. I’m antsy. I need a night to myself. So it feels like fate when my phone flashes with a notification informing me that the sex club I met Denny at out in Camden is having a pop-up masquerade tonight.
“Hey, Briggs?” I call to Merrick as he heads to the door. “Can I get a lift home?”
“Home . . . like, Tilly’s?”
“Nah. You’re right, it’s crazy how long it’s been since I’ve slept in my own bed.”
But Merrick’s not dumb. Book smart. Clever. Observant. Manipulative. Possibly evil. He gives me a once-over, snorts, and says, “You’re not sleeping in your bed tonight, either. But we got a new Indian place across from Joss’s place. We’ll grab a bite to eat, and you can hang out until you head off for whatever stupid shit you’re planning.”
Yup he’s on to me. Stupid shit incoming.
Or not.
I don’t know, I took the time to actually run my clothes through the dryer with a dryer sheet to freshen them up, scrubbed every inch of my body to squeaky clean so I was ready for anything — because this is a place where everything happens and while I was in that shower, I was thinking I wantedeverything —used my $5,000 aftershave so I smelled like a million bucks, and even fucked around with my twists to get a sort of wild Mohawk look out of them.
And the club is great. These places they do the pop-ups in, they’re always funky repurposed spaces. This is an old theater where there’s an occasional burlesque performance on the books, but that’s the most aboveboard thing that happens here. I’m pretty sure raves happened here back in the day. I’ve heard they’ve gotten away with some crazy invite-only concerts, too, but mostly?
Sex.
No place is untouched. I’ve been here a few times, and I’m just as likely to find people fucking over the candy counter at concessions as on the stage. The bathroom doors all have glory holes. I heard extra safety rails had to be installed on the catwalks because it was impossible to keep people from fucking thirty feet above the stage. And all the curtains, all thecarpets, all the seats are red velvet, which means I stay far, far away from the upholstery. There’s only so much Lysol can do against literal sin.
But there are plenty of places where I’m happy to fuck. There’s a good-sized crowd tonight, enough to not hurt for choices but not so many it’s hard to avoid a full-on orgy. There are people I recognize by their masks and their general shapes. Some recognize me or, at least, my mask. One girl asks where I’ve been for the last year, but it’s a joke. We’re all anonymous.
But we all know each other. Hell, some of the dudes are bigger, and shit’s gotten weird more than once. I’ve absolutely been in an orgy or two. It’s entirely possible I’ve been in a circle jerk with my teammates. It’s cool.
I laugh at the girl’s inquiry. I even go as far as to say, “Been trying out other clubs.”
She grins. I know we’ve fucked before, but the nights have blurred together. I’m not sure what all we did. But that smile of hers, her pale skin slashed by ruby red lips, the way she chews lightly on her bottom lip? It stirs up feelings, at least. “You been cheating on us?” she pouts playfully.
I draw air in on the side of my mouth to make a sharp sound. “Nah, baby, just playing the game.”
She giggles at that. She’s flirting with me. I’m flirting with her. We’re flirting. Even in a place like this, there’s a mating ritual. It’s simplified by knowing we’re here for the same thing and there are no strings attached, but we still have our roles. We’re not just going to strip and have at it.
Not this early in the night, at least.
We’re walking down the stairs that cut between the seats. This is the sort of theater where you enter from above and the stage is sunk down, so you get this great view as you enter.And then there’s both the area behind the stage to explore and then also a variety of utility rooms beneath the seats. I’m not sure where I’m going, but I’ve been jittery ever since Merrick put me in the position to actually think about my future, and this girl is probably a good way to work through the worst of the stress.
I could catalog her negative qualities easily enough. She’s a little too thin; bony. Her ass is flat. She’s got a weird front tooth, and her hair looks amazing from the front but a mess in the back. I tell myself none of that matters. It didn’t matter last time. I’m sure of it, even if I don’t remember it.
“Have you done that before?” she asks, pointing to the stage before dropping her hand neatly into mine.
A naked man is in a cage that’s maybe four feet in all directions, plenty of space if he sat down, but he’s standing, hunched over. Two women are feeding poles between the bars, forcing him to contort around them. “It’s like something out of an Indiana Jones movie, but a porno edition of it,” I observe.
The woman laughs, but it’s not the sultry, coy giggle of her previous laugh. It’s a genuine, full-body guffaw.
Her teeth are too big, I realize then. It’s not that a front tooth is weird; it’s that it’s the right size and the rest are huge. I like it in that way I like odd things. I bet I fucked that mouth just to prove I was brave enough to handle those teeth.
In fact, yes. It’s all coming back. I had a lot of fun with her that night. We ended up in a black-out room, where it was so dark we could both shuck our masks for a little while and just savor each other. She was bony, her ass was flat, but she sucked cock like a dream and her pussy tasted like gold. We fucked later that night in the middle of, yeah, an orgy. I got her pussy, but she had three other cocks to also entertain, and the whole night was really stupendous.
I told myself to definitely see what we could get up to if I saw her again, and now, here we are. I’m pretty sure if I did whip my cock out right now and told her to climb on, I wanted to fuck her on the stairs as I carried her down and then bend her over the conductor’s podium in the pit, she’d be down. It’d be a great fuck. I’d work out all this tension I don’t want.
But then I look at her and . . .
