“I played pro ball.”
“What? How the fuck didn’t I know this?” He busies himself stacking glasses.
“I don’t talk about it. It’s a bit of a sore spot, literally and figuratively. I blew out my knee my second season with the Marlins.”
“Fuck me, you were legit!” That makes him smile.
“Yeah. I guess. But that was a different life.”
“We should absolutely go to the cages. I’m sure some of the guys would want to come if you’re up for it. You can show us your mad skills.”
“I’m a bit rusty, but let’s do it.”
“Just hit me up this week.”
“Will do.”
“Can I get another? I’m going to head upstairs to watch for a while.” Without another word, and a slightly disapproving look on his face, Eli pours me a Scotch neat. “Thanks, bro.” I leave a large tip on the bar and head for the voyeur floor.
I hate to admit it to Flex, but level two is the reason I stuck around here at Venom. I’ve always loved my private room, and it has its place, but I’m a voyeur. I want to watch. I need a sub who wants to get down and dirty while I watch.
As I ascend the ornate staircase, the energy changes as the voyeur floor comes into view. It’s a living, breathing, pulsing entity, as too many people to count engage in the best kind of debauchery. I weave my way through the crowd, my eyes fixed on a pretty blonde on the far side of the bar. She’s watching a petite woman being fucked in every hole at the same time. I can understand her rapt attention.
“Beautiful, isn’t it?” I say as I gesture to see if this seat is taken.
She smiles up at me for a split second before returning her attention to all four participants.
“Hey. You’re Ryder Stevens, right?”’
“Yeah. And you are?”
“Samantha.”
“Are they friends of yours?” I take a sip of my drink before ordering another and whatever the lady is drinking.
“I like to play with all three of them.”
I follow her line of sight. God, that sub is taking it well. She’s deepthroating who I now realize is Ford Hannigan. I haven’tseen him in a while, but he’s definitely enjoying himself up here. He doesn’t care about watching, but he fucking loves being watched. He and I tag team at times, but we don’t cross swords. It’s not really my thing, although I think he’d be up for it.
This girl is pretty, but she’s a sloppy submissive. I’ve seen her getting belligerent with a Dom in the past. Not that it matters for one night. I just need to fuck Tessa out of my system.
“So, are you going to fuck me?” Wow. She’s direct. I’ll give her that.
“When were you last tested?” It may not be romantic, but I never fuck without asking.
“Last week. I’m clean.” She doesn’t reciprocate, which is bad practice, but she’s not about to be my forever sub. I thought that’s what I wanted, but after recent events, I think I’ll stick to the playroom.
“Then take your clothes off and show me why I should fuck you.”
“Yes, Master Stevens.” It’s not my preferred name, but I don’t care enough to correct her.”
She slowly strips out of her dress before discarding it on the floor, along with her underwear. She does have a banging body, and I watch as she lets her hands roam her naked flesh, slipping between her legs. Now she’s drawing a few eyes as she sways to the music.
“Safeword?”
“Burn.” She continues to tease herself as a few people come to watch her. There’s a male sub I’ve had join scenes before.
“Joshua, come over here.” He does as he’s asked, obedient as always. He knows if I’m looking for him, he’s getting laid by whatever sub is wetting my dick.
