When we step onto the tiled floor, I stop short. It’s gorgeous—an Olympic-sized pool sunk into a ring of pale stone, dotted with islands of daybeds and potted palms. The walls are covered in mosaics, old-world and suggestive: nymphs with bare breastsand dreamy eyes, wine-dark rivers and writhing bodies. The water is almost too clear, reflecting light in restless, liquid ripples.
Sophia touches my elbow, guiding me down the steps. “You’ll love this.”
At first, it looks like a regular pool party: a cluster of handsome men in tight black trunks, lounging at the water’s edge, their bodies bronzed and hard. But then I see the servers—women in high-cut thongs, topless, their breasts on open display. They carry trays of drinks and tiny gourmet snacks, moving with a confidence that screams sensuality.
A pair of men sit at the lip of the hot tub, talking in low voices. One runs his hand down the back of a blonde server as she kneels to fill his glass; he doesn’t let go, and she leans in, giggling softly as his fingers linger on her skin. At the other end of the pool, a woman in a red bikini is sprawled on a daybed, her legs stretched out, her mouth open in a lazy laugh as she’s fed strawberries by a man in a silk robe.
I freeze when I see what’s happening on the far side. A dark-haired woman is kneeling between a man’s thighs, her lips moving up and down his cock as another woman sits beside him, kissing his neck and chest. The man’s head is tipped back, eyes closed in bliss. He groans, and the sound echoes through the air, pure and unashamed.
My mouth goes dry. I feel hot all over, embarrassed and fascinated at the same time.
Sophia sees me staring, and nods. “The pool is always fun. There’s sure to be some debauchery going on.”
I blink, try to breathe. “Is this allowed?”
Sophia’s laugh is soft. “Here, anything’s allowed. The club has rules, but they’re about privacy and consent, not propriety. No one’s going to force you to do anything. But you can’t be shocked if you see things you wouldn’t see anywhere else.”
A thrill runs up my spine, so sharp it’s almost pain. I can’t stop looking at the trio by the pool: the way the man’s hands are in the dark-haired woman’s hair, the slow, rhythmic motion, the absolute lack of shame. He glances over, sees me, and grins—a lazy, cocky smile that’s more invitation than apology.
I look away, pulse pounding.
On a lounger nearby, a couple is half-hidden behind gauzy curtains. The woman is on her back, legs parted, cupping her big breasts as a man kneels between her thighs. She’s making small, high sounds—pleasure, not pain. The sight makes my skin prickle.
Sophia leads me to a pair of lounge chairs set at a discreet angle. “We can just watch, if you want,” she murmurs. “No one expects you to join in unless you’re ready.”
I sit, my legs trembling. “Is it always like this?”
Sophia shrugs, her body lithe and relaxed. “At the pool? I’d say pretty often because the mood can be sensual. Sometimes it’s just a pool party. Sometimes, well, things get wild. The men like to show off for each other, and the women are here for the fun.”
I try to sound blasé, but my voice is shaking. “Are you ever nervous?”
Sophia’s eyes are thoughtful. “Never. The club is safe. The men are rich and entitled, but they follow the rules. If you say no, theyback off. If you want to say yes…well, you can have anything you want.”
I watch as the woman by the pool deep-throats the man, her hands gentle on his thighs, her motions steady and practiced. He’s gorgeous, pecs heavy slabs, and his six pack on display. When he comes, his jaw clenches, his whole body tensing with a pleasure so visible it’s obscene.
“Unnnh,” he groans. “Fuck.”
After a few minutes of pulsing, the woman sits back, wiping her mouth, looking as satisfied as a cat. There’s a trail of cum leaking from her chin, and it drips down to coat her big breasts.
My breath is shallow. I squeeze my thighs together and try to focus on the ceiling, on the murals of grapes and cherubs, but my mind keeps circling back to what I’ve just seen.
Sophia leans in. “Are you frightened?”
I don’t answer right away, because I’m not sure. My hands are cold, but my chest is hot and tight. “Not frightened,” I say finally. “Just surprised.”
She smiles, satisfied. “Good. Because I think you’d be amazing here, if you wanted.”
I almost laugh. “What, as a server?”
Sophia grins. “As anything you want. The club has dozens of jobs—some women are servers, some are hostesses, some are private trainers or masseuses. Some are just companions. You could work in the library if you wanted, although that’s not exactly shenanigan free, either. But for a girl like you, I think you can make even more than a librarian, pool attendant, or companion.”
“Doing what?” I ask, my voice a bit shaky.
She tilts her head. “Auctions.”
I stare at her. “But for what? Dates?”
Sophia shakes her head, curls bouncing. “Yes, kind of. For dates, but you know the men here at Sanctum want more. They like their girls wet and willing, so sex absolutely happens. And they’ll pay a wild premium if the girl is a virgin.”
