“I’m excited too. I haven’t been here before, and I hear wonderful things—”
“Ooo, are you trying to spoil me?”
“Always, solnyshko.” I cup his face, gently at first, then apply pressure with my fingernail, just barely not breaking the skin. “Butdo notinterrupt me again. Is that clear?”
“Yes, Ma’am,” he says, eyes darkening with lust.
I’m tempted to get back in the car and return to his condo so I can have my boy all to myself. But a bigger part of me wants to share this part of my life with him. Whatever this is between us, I want him to know exactly what he’s getting into.
Looping my arm with his, we head to the VIP entrance to check in. As soon as our credentials are validated, a receptionist hands us a brochure with a map of the building and tonight’s events, then begins her spiel as she leads us down a hall to a pair of delicate french doors.
“We’re about to step into the main auditorium. The standard entrance goes through the bar and lounge first, but VIPs come straight here.” She opens the door, pausing for a moment to let us take everything in. And it’s a good thing she does.
I’ve never seen anything like this. The grand auditorium is massive, but it feels intimate as well. They’ve combined modernstyle and Art Deco accents with incredible taste.Maybe I should hire their interior designer.Metallics, trendy wallpaper, and neutrals blend, with a massive chandelier tying it all together. The auditorium is open to at least five or six stories, and each floor has a view of the stage.
“Wow…” I glance at Thatcher to see him just as awed as I am. “This isnotwhat I imagined when you said sex club.”
“They aren’t all like this, remember? I’m spoiling you tonight.”
The receptionist giggles. “Our owners wanted to do something really special with this place.”
“Are each of the floors themed?” I ask, unfolding my map.
“Yes of course. Floors two through eight are open to the main auditorium to give an all-inclusive feel. These will be our more popular themes: exhibitionism, bondage, wax play, impact play, group activities, sensory deprivation chambers, and some medfet suites. The ninth through twelfth floors are reserved for primal play, each boasting a different rotating theme. And then thirteen through fifteen are reserved for our elite members.”
“And does the chandelier not block the view of the upper floors?”
“Oh, that can be raised and lowered. It’s a huge hit for our Phantom nights.”
“Phantom nights?” Thatcher puffs his chest, no doubt thinking she means his hockey team, the New York Phantoms.
“Phantom of the Opera. The owners are huge fans. At least once a month, they do a spicy rendition of the play, and you never know which man Christine is going to pick. Sometimes it’s Raoul. Sometimes it’s the Phantom. My personal favorite is when she picks both,” she says with a wink.
“Hell yeah!” Thatcher waggles his eyebrows suggestively before leaning in to whisper in my ear. “Can you imagine having two of me to deal with?”
Our tour guide gives us a moment to imagine that nightmare scenario before continuing. “Where would you like to start? Are there any floors that interest you more than the others? Or we can hit them all. The show here starts in thirty minutes if you’d like to wait and watch on the ground floor—”
“Mila?”
A familiar voice cuts off the lady. I turn to confirm, but I would recognize my old friend anywhere. “Riley Lemons? What are you doing here all the way from California?”
“I’m performing tonight!” He smiles, then turns to the receptionist. “That’s actually why I came over here. My partner isn’t going to make it in time for the show.”
“It’s about to start! How are we supposed to find someone inthirty minutes?” The panic in the poor lady’s eyes is stressingmeout.
Riley looks from me to the lady, then slowly back to me. “Mila? I know good and well you aren’t afraid to put on a show. What do you say? Wanna give it a go?”
I freeze, now experiencing a stress of my own. If Thatcher wasn’t here, I would probably consider it. He’s right, I’m no stranger to exhibitionism and Riley and I work wonderfully together. But…
“I can’t tonight. This is my first time coming here—”
“Oh, we don’t mind at all if you’d like to fill in,” the receptionist interrupts.
“And I’m here with my friend.” I cut my eyes to Thatcher, but to my surprise, he doesn’t look upset at all.
“Do it! I’d love to watch. I mean, if I were going to watch anyone perform, it would be you! Be spontaneous, remember?”
“Yeah, spontaneous!” Riley seconds.
