She stops a few feet away, close enough that I can smell her perfume. She smells like burnt sugar, like what would happen if something sweet got too close to a flame that would burn it. I can see the pulse leaping in the hollow of her throat.
"Hi." Her voice is slightly lower than it should be, like she's deliberately pitching it down… disguising it.
The sound goes straight through me. My cock throbs painfully. I can feel fucking pre-cum leaking down my shaft, soaking the front of my boxer briefs, and all this woman has done is fucking speak to me.
Maybe I just have a type. Maybe that’s all this is, and it’s not really Giulia. The thought feels like fucking salvation.
"Hi yourself." My voice comes out low, raspy with need. She smiles, and even with the mask hiding half her face, I can see the nervousness in it, and the excitement. The fear.
"I'm Valentina."
The name is obviously fake, but I imagine a lot of people here use fake names. But something about the way she says it—like she's trying it on, seeing if it fits—makes me want to know her real one.
"Luca." I use my real name without thinking. I'm too off-balance to think of a fake one. And besides, it’s not like it matters. It’s just for tonight, and it’s a common enough name.
"Luca," she repeats. The way she says my name, low and husky, makes my chest tight. "Have you been here before?"
I shake my head. “No. You?”
There’s a glimmer of relief in her eyes. "First time." It sounds like she’s confessing something, the way she says it… almost like she’s admitting to something dangerous. I glance at her left hand, but of course, even if she were married, she wouldn’t wear her ring here.
I tell myself that’s not my problem. Whatever she’s here for, we all have our own secrets. She can keep hers, and I’ll keep mine.
"Nervous?"
She nods quickly. “A little,” she manages. “This is all a little overwhelming.”
She makes me think too much of Giulia. So much so that I’m not sure I won’t think of her later when I’m sliding inside this woman. I should let her down gently and find someone else.
Instead, I hear myself say, "Want to get a drink?"
She glances at the bar, then back at me. "I don't think I need a drink."
"No?"
"No." She takes a breath, and I watch her shoulders rise and fall. "I think I need to stop thinking so much."
The words hang between us, loaded with meaning. I speak before I can stop myself.
"I can help with that.”
She looks at me for a long moment, and I wish I could see her eyes more clearly and read what she's thinking. But the mask hides everything except her mouth, and right now her mouth is curved in a smile that looks both brave and tinged with recklessness.
"Would you..." She pauses, gathering her courage. "Would you want to get a private room?"
Some instinct in me screams that this is a bad idea. But this is what I wanted. Lust that makes me feel like I do when I see Giulia, so I can associate it with someone else. And my body has already made the decision.
I nod, standing up smoothly. Her perfume fills my senses again, and my cock throbs painfully. The thought of coming inside a woman instead of my own fist is fucking intoxicating. "Yes."
The private rooms are on the second floor, accessed by a staircase at the back of the main space. A staff member meets us at the top of the stairs—a different woman, also in black. "A room for two?" she asks, her voice professionally neutral.
"Yes," I say when Valentina doesn't answer immediately.
"This way."
She leads us down a hallway lined with doors, each one closed and soundproofed. The rooms here are designed for privacy and discretion. I see Valentina looking around out of the corner of my eye, her teeth sinking into her lower lip as she takes it all in.
The woman in black opens a door near the end of the hall. "Everything you need is inside. If you need anything, there's a button by the bed. Enjoy your evening." She leaves, closing the door behind her with a soft click.
