Dane: Oh, she’s down. She’s a feral cat crawling all over my body in need. Get the fucking room before she claws my eyes out.
I roll my eyes but can’t help but chuckle. He’s so dramatic.
I glance back up to the girl behind the desk, sucking in a deep breath. Are we really doing this?
She tilts her head as she awaits my answer.
“We’ll take it.”
52
DANE
“Are you sure you’re okay with it?” I ask Hannah again as I pocket my phone.
She nods quickly, with more excitement than I expected. I mean, she’s the more open minded one between the two of them, but being fully exposed in front of a group of people during any kind of sexual act is a different level of beingopento things.
I bet Ethan is freaking the fuck out right now.
I’d go check on him but I refuse to leave Hannah’s side. She’s fucking stunning. Men and women alike would flock to her the moment she was alone by herself.
I pull out my phone, lifting my mask so it can scan my face, then type out a text to Ethan.
Me: You better not back down now, you bastard. I’m way too excitedabout this.
The trio just finished on the stage and the room has cleared out a little bit. There are still some people standing around, kissing, touching, watching others. Others have gone to another part of the club or the bar.
A man near the back of the room, opposite the stage, catches my attention. He has his phone in his hand, looking in our direction. His mask fully covers his face. The top portion of his face and even a majority of the bottom is mostly covered; there are long extended pieces of the mask that drape over the corners of his mouth like the design of an old style gladiator mask.
I squint to get a better view but he turns, exiting the viewing area as he heads to the bar.
Stepping forward, my eyes attempt to follow him but he gets lost in the crowd.
People recognize me often and I don’t really care about whether or not I’m here, or what people see me doing, but I don’t want the fact that I’m teaching now to be an issue.
My phone buzzes in my hand, stealing my attention.
Ethan: Voyeur Room 1. We have an hour.
Pressing my palm to the small of Hannah’s back, I lead her in the direction of the voyeur rooms and the moment we get to the door Ethan is there.
He’s stiff as a board, his usual demeanor, but there’s a nervousness I’m also not used to seeing. It’s adorable.
I usually let him take charge, especially when it comes to us sexually because he needs that in his bi-curious state. I just hope that when he finally accepts his bisexuality, he’ll let me take over like he’s letting Hannah.
We already don’t have much time, so before his nerves get the best of him I usher them both into the room and lock the door behind us. We’re hidden behind a small alcove in the corner of the room. I tap the panels on the wall and dim the lights just slightly, fogging out the glass so we can’t see the faces of the spectators that will be watching.
One of my favorite features about these voyeur rooms are these windows that act almost like one-way mirrors, so that people can see in, but whoever is in the room can still feel like it’s personal if that’s what they need and I know Ethan needs that.
Not wanting to waste any time, I sign,“Ready?”
Hannah bites her lips and nods. I don’t ask Ethan because I don’t need him to overthink my one word question and I know he’ll follow Hannah. Instead, I step toward him, adjust his mask to remind him it’s there and take Hannah's hand, leading her to the bed.
Glancing over my shoulder, Ethan trails right behind us, peering out of the corner of his mask at the translucent windows. Hannah sits down softly at the edge of the bed and she gazes up at me with those bright, ocean blues and the most charming little smirk at the corner of her lips.
Meeting my gaze she pats the left side of her mattress and as Ethan steps up, she shifts her gaze to him and pats her right.
We share a look as we sit down beside her, our bodies are now facing the large floor to ceiling windows. The haze allows for some silhouettes to be seen from behind it but it just looks like blurred shadows with the glass being a shade darker than the top portion.
