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ETHAN
Afterburn is exactly like I thought it would be but nothing like I expected.
Coming here last month after the World Series win was completely different now that it’s opened and packed to the brim with other masked guests.
It’s clean and classy but has that underground sensation that we’re doing something we probably shouldn’t be doing. Like the people here are all-in on the secret but once you step outside these walls no one can talk about it.
There are women and men, even couples performing on the stage with a crowd full of people watching from behind their beaded masks. The voyeur rooms are full and I could only imagine that there’s a waitlist of people that are waiting to get in there, like it was last year's New Year’s resolution and they only have a few short hours to make it happen.
The architecture is completely different fromAvec Plaisirbut the vibe is the same and everyone is here for the same reason.
Dane and I stand on either side of Hannah with a drink in each hand as we observe the performers on stage.
The stage is bare with only a large bed with black satin sheets. There are straps attached to the corners that can be connected with restraints, which currently, are in use.
Ironically it’s a trio like us, except there are two females. One of which is straddling the man’s face, while the other is alternating between sucking and stroking his fully erect cock. His groans are muffled, mixing with the moans of the woman riding him.
The room is completely engaged in their performance. All the eyes in the room taking in their writhing bodies, the echoes of slurping, slapping, and moaning which is only accentuated by the public display, in not only this room, but all the other ones.
It’s all incredibly sensual, but I don’t seem to care as much about the three of them as much as I care about the two next to me.
I can’t take my eyes off Hannah as she shifts her stance, then signs as she peers up to me with fire in her eyes. She’s turned on and the look behind those gorgeous blue eyes could literally drop me to my knees.
“I want to do that to you both.”
My brows pinch together confused.
“Do what?”
“Tie you both up.”
Okkayyy. I’m interested.
Dane watches her sign out of the corner of his eye then perks up and looks at me, silently begging.
“I’m on it.” I step around them and head straight to the front of the lobby area where I can ask about the private rooms.
“Unfortunately we don’t have any private rooms available. We do have a voyeur room open. It’s available for the next hour since the previous couple ended early. Would you like to take it?”
I sigh, disappointed, but we could just go home instead or maybe waitlist our names for a private room.
Pulling out my phone, I shoot Dane a text.
Me: They don’t have any private rooms. Only one of the voyeur rooms.
Dane: And?
Me: The voyeur rooms are surrounded by glass windows and you know…voyeured.
Dane: So.
Dane: We’re wearing masks.
That’s such an annoyingly Dane thing to say. I don’t necessarily love the idea of being the center of attention, knowing all eyes are on me. Normally I’m the one in the lead. Especially since Dane’s been in our dynamic. But as I envision Dane and I tied to a bed with Hannah in that role, my cock stirs to life and not even a crowd of people or my logical brain can ignore the desire.
Me: Ask Hannah.
