“There are individual rooms you can rent with other members or pairings, but our biggest features are the areas for voyeurism, exhibitionism, and experimentation.” As we walk farther we’re greeted by a massive room, decorated the same as the foyer with black and gold. There are pairings of people and groups all throughout the large space.
Most of the seating are sectional-like black couches and chairs, with people engaging in various sexual acts and scenes. I’m fascinated as I watch a woman who is on her knees between a man’s legs. They are both fully dressed, but she just touches him and looks at him like he’s the only person in the room.
Fuck, I need that.
She looks up at him like he’s the center of the universe and this deep longing is yanking in my chest. When he cups her face gently and then wraps a fist in her hair, I can’t help but to be undeniably turned on. It’s a mixture of envy, arousal, and intrigue that keeps my eyes locked on their performance. He’s gentle, but firm with her, everything that I like. When I get a good look at the man, my first thought is that he isn’t as attractive as Aiden. Jesus Christ, I have it bad. I need a man to take the reins and let my brain shut off just for a little while. I force myself to look away from the couple and re-engage with the group.
“This is the main area, clothes optional, and mostly anything goes for activity,” she says, continuing to usher us through the space. I can’t stop glancing back at the woman on her knees, but I’m forced to as we enter an area with a stage that is currently vacant. “We have multiple shows a night, some are paid professionals who give training or explain certain kinks. We also have days where members can sign up and perform on stage.”
The couples in my tour group are chatting animatedly as she takes us to a few more rooms. They have a wax room and some others set up for specific bondage and impact play activities. Some of the rooms smell like leather and cleaning products which makes me scrunch my nose, but I understand the need for everything to be sanitary.
Clara makes sure to reiterate the rules for the night as she drops us back off at the main area. I get one free drink for attending the event, and I order myself a lemon drop. I take the cocktail and take a seat at one of the sectionals.
Even if nothing happens for me tonight, just being around like-minded people helps. The woman who was kneeling for the man earlier is gone, which is a shame. I could have happily watched them all night long. It’s early in the night so most of what’s happening around me is kissing and gentle touching, conversation making up most of the noise in the room.
There are multiple security officers around the room and I take note of where they are, just in case. I’m wishing I had my phone so I could hide away in my corner, when a man comes and sits down next to me. He’s a little younger than what I would go for, but his suit seems expensive and his smile is charming.
“May I take a seat?” he asks even though he’s already halfway to sitting down.
“Of course.” I gesture to him and he takes a seat.
“Lincoln,” he says, holding out his hand, and I shake it.
“Jessa.”
“I haven’t seen you here before,” he says, and I smile at him, though it feels forced.
“I’m here for the tour and to possibly join.”
“Is there anything I could do to sway your decision?” he asks with a smirk. It’s then that I really look at his face. Something about him seems so familiar, but I can’t put my finger on it.
“I have pretty strict rules being a visitor,” I joke, and he smirks. That familiarity rings in my head, and I still can’t place it.
“There are so many ways to make you come without fucking you, sweetheart,” he says, and I swallow thickly.
“That’s true.” I can’t decide if I’d be interested in him or not, he seems a little too cocky for what I’d usually go for, but I am just here for a good time. “What would you suggest?”
“I could—” Suddenly Lincoln is being gripped by his lapels and no longer sitting across from me. The man who grabbed him whispers in his ear and Lincoln smirks at me before waving goodbye. “I could just head over and get a drink. Nice speaking with you, Jessa,” he says as he walks away. I trail his descent with my eyes, but quickly turn to face the man who made him leave in the first place.
Aiden.
He sits down next to me and there’s a huge elephant-sized silence between us before he speaks. “Sorry for my brother,” he says, clearing his throat. Of course that’s who he reminded me of, in a more boyish type of way.
“He wasn’t bothering me,” I say, and Aiden rubs his jaw.
“Should I tell him to come back?” he asks, and I want to shake the man in front of me.
“No, I don’t think Lincoln and I have the same interests.”
Aiden unbuttons his jacket and sits back, taking a more relaxed stance on the couch, his arm behind my back and his ankle resting on his knee. I’m not sure what should be more attractive to me: the fact that Aiden is here and potentially into some of the same things as me, the way he ripped his brother from speaking to me, or how fucking hot he looks in a suit.
“And what are your interests?” Aiden asks, taking a sip of his whiskey and licking his lips as he looks at me. My gaze travels from his lips to his eyes and he smirks at me.
“I have multiple, but I think it would be more fun for you to guess,” I say, feeling bold and picking up my cocktail and taking a sip. Maybe I wasn’t wrong, and Aiden wants this as bad as I do, but he doesn’t know if the risk is worth it or not.
Maybe it’s because I’m impulsive or needy, but I don’t really care for the repercussions at the moment.
“I think that’s a dangerous game, kitten.” He eyes me hungrily and shifts his pants. I can’t help the small smile that takes over my face with his use of a pet name.
