“If needed,” she agreed coyly.“Now, if you don’t mind, the show is about to begin.”
When I turned to look towards the stage room, I was surprised when two very average-looking people walked in, dressed like it was the end of their workday.Now, while I wasn’t sure what I’d been expecting, it hadn’t been a couple that appeared so...sonormal.I guess I’d been expecting some sort of quasi-porn production, and those usually included a big-titted blonde and a man who looked like he belonged on a book cover.
“And what is it, Zia?”I asked.“Why does watching other people have sex turn you on?”
With both of us looking at the scene before us, she answered, “You asked that like you’ve never watched porn before.”
“There’s a difference between watching porn and watching people actually have sex in front of you,” I told her, knowing damn well that she was very aware.
“It’s like the difference between watching a movie and a play,” she said.“Everything is better when it’s not one-dimensional.What’s happening in that room is real.There’ll be no editing the final production or re-writing the script.They will both be in the moment, and I will get to be in the moment with them.”
“And you don’t find it intrusive at all?”I asked as the couple before us began kissing.
“Intrusive would be me peeking through their bedroom window,” she snorted.“It’s hardly an invasion of their privacy if they signed up for this sort of thing.”
“And you want to be watched because you like attention,” I surmised, knowing that I was right.
“Yes,” she replied candidly.“Because it feels good to be admired and wanted.”
“And you can’t feel that without getting piped in front of a bunch of strangers?”I asked, and while it sounded harsh, I was genuinely curious.
Zia looked over at me, and it was hard not to admire how the woman was confident in any situation.“I’m sure I could,” she replied coolly.“However, finding a capable man isn’t as easy as you might think.”
“Capable of what?”I asked.“Being walked on?”
“You would think that,” she huffed before looking back at the couple.
“Think what?”
“That catering to a woman makes a man weak,” she quickly answered, her mind already made up about what kind of man I was.
“There are only three females that a man should cater to, and that’s his wife, daughter, and mother,” I told her, making my position clear.“All other women are just distractions to pass the time with.”
Zia’s brows immediately jumped.“Wow...yet I’m the one with a low opinion of men?”
I shot her a look.“I have nothing against women.I just think that you’re asking too much from something so casual.”
She shrugged before turning back to the couple before us.“Maybe.”
Looking over at the scene that was playing out, the couple’s voices loud and clear over the intercom, I asked, “And who are you looking at most?Her or him?”
“Him,” she answered, surprising me.
“Why him?”
“Because watching a man actually enjoy pleasing a woman gives me hope,” she said.“If I can see the need and want on his face or in his eyes, then I’m reminded that not all is lost.”
Zia DeLéon didn’t want to be desired.
She wanted to beloved.
“Sounds to me like you’ve been dating boys, not men,” I remarked.
Looking back at me, she said, “Which is why I told you that I prefer older men.”
“Ones who don’t mind being called Daddy,” I smirked.
Her lips twitched as she said, “Never let it be said that I’m a prude.”
