I tug on my top, a habit I’ve acquired since the moment I put on this godforsaken bra that Sandie insisted I wear. It feels like it’s going to fall off any second. “I can do that no problem. Is there anyone in particular you’re looking for?”
He rubs the side of his jaw, the sound of his scruff bringing my attention to what it would feel like to have that scruff rubbing against my skin.
“Dark hair,” he says. “Only requirement.”
“Are you a boob man, ass man? Should I be looking for anything like that?”
“I like all bodies,” he says and glances in my direction.
My cheeks heat, and I inwardly swear to keep it together. It’s hard, though, when he looks like that and smells unbelievable. I swear his cologne was made to draw women toward him because even sitting in his car, I’m leaning toward him, wanting to get a better whiff.
He makes a right down a dark street, where he pulls up to a valet.
“Oh, I’ve never been here before,” I say. “This is a bar?”
“No,” he says as he glances at me. “A club.”
He gets out of the car, and all the color drains from my face.
A club? As in . . . one of his clubs?
Fuck.
Before I can even think about texting Sandie for mental support, my car door opens, and Levi is on the other side, holding his hand out to me. I take it, and he helps me out of the car before letting go. He heads down the path toward the nearly pitch-black entrance, but I stop him before we enter. I tug on his hand, and when he turns to face me, I try not to show my nerves.
“Um, so is this one of those clubs you like to go to?”
“Yes,” he answers, his jaw tense.
“And you plan on meeting a girl here and . . . taking her to a back room or something?”
“Yes,” he answers again, making my stomach churn.
“Okay, and you want me to help you find that girl so that you can fuck in a back room?”
“Correct,” he says.
I nod and look at the ground for a moment, clutching my purse as I try to find a way to deal with this. If this was a bar, that would be easier. I could pass some time and try to find the right person, but this is different. I’ve been to these clubs before—not this one in particular—but there is no fucking around. You find someone you like, you fuck, simple as that. No need to warm up, no need for small talk.
Which means the stakes are higher here. I have a lot less time.
“Okay, I can help with that, but you know, since we’re here,” I say, looking him in the eyes. “If I happen to see someone I might be compatible with, I hope you don’t mind if I go off with them as well.”
“If you’re up for it, go for it,” he says and heads toward the door.
Wait . . .
What?
If I’m up for it, go for it?
No tic of the jaw.
No anger in his expression.
No jealousy?
I would have at least thought that he’d show a hint of emotion over that, but I get nothing at all.
“Are you coming?” he asks from where he stands next to the entrance.
“Yes,” I say, trying to shake the negative thoughts out of my head.
This is a game. He’s playing the game.
Right?
That’s what’s happening.
That’s what’s happening. But he’s a man, Wylie. He’s a virile, sex-loving, sexy man, who made you come after only dry-humping him. He’s told me that it’s me he wants, but he’s also told me that we can’t cross that line. But he touched me like he owned me the other night . . . and then didn’t take me.
“Dark hair,” he says. “Only requirement.”
Dark hair . . .
He opens the door for me, and I walk in before him only to stop at another door, the beat of the music on the other side making me nervous.
“Membership,” the man at the door says, and Levi flashes him a card. The man nods and opens the door for us, leading us to a barely lit hallway. Levi guides me with his hand on my lower back until we’re in front of a curtain. He pulls it back, and the view of the club is on full display.
Everything is black like Levi’s room. The walls, the ceilings, the furniture, the only color is represented on the guests. Like other clubs I’ve been to, this one has a center stage with lounges and couches circling it. A bar is off to the left, and toward the back, there are large windows that give you a view of other private rooms for just couples. A few of them occupied.
On center stage is a woman currently undressing herself while a man sits in a chair, stroking his cock and staring at her.
Immediately, my nipples go hard, and a wave of heat passes through me. This is my element. This is what I love. Debauchery. I love everything about it. I love watching others. I love hearing others. I love touching others.
And from the way Levi glances around . . . he loves it too.
He leans in close to my ear. “Is this too much for you?”
“No,” I say as my eyes fixate on the stage where the woman just fully undressed. “This is perfect.”
“Good,” he says as a few people pass us by, their eyes roaming us both.
Levi takes that moment to wrap his hand around the back of my neck, his fingers slightly curling around the front.
I shiver with arousal because I know what he’s doing.
I know exactly what he’s doing.
He’s letting every man in this club know that I’m off limits. And just like that, the nerves are gone, the thrill of being here sets in, and I lean in toward him, ready to play.
He guides us through the club, toward the back where we have a view of the private windows and the center stage.
Currently, a woman is being fucked up against the window, her tits pressing into the glass as she moans loud enough for us to hear.
Incredibly hot.
A couple is next to us on a couch, the woman giving the man a lap dance, both clothed.
Off to the left is a woman on her knees, giving a man a blow job. That surprises me because I wouldn’t think you could do anything like that out in the open on the main floor, but only in a private room.
Levi finds us a couch just as the woman on stage lets out a loud moan as she sits down on the man and starts moving up and down, her tits bouncing and her head falling back in ecstasy. I slowly take a seat, my eyes on them the entire time while the man takes her breast into his mouth and starts sucking.
“God, I’m already wet,” I say without even thinking about it. “I love everything about this.”
I glance over at Levi who’s looking at me, his eyes seeming slightly dazed for a second before he focuses back on center stage.
“Are you hard?” I ask.
“Yeah,” he answers.
“Is that weird to ask you?”
His brow raises as he says, “After everything we’ve been through? No.”
“Well, let me find someone who can fulfill your needs.”
His eyes shoot back to me, and I catch him glance at my mouth before he lets out a sigh and leans back on the couch.
Because it’s so dark in here and he’s wearing all black, I can’t make out his bulge, which is a shame because I really want to know how much this turns him on.
Probably a lot.
“Oh fuck,” the woman yells as she moves quickly over the man. “Oh, I’m coming,” she shouts for everyone to hear, drawing attention to her.
Everyone seems to stop as our eyes focus toward the center and watch her and her alone.
My cheeks flame.
My temperature rises, and when she cries out in ecstasy, the man following closely behind, everything in my body throbs.
I want that.
I want to be that woman.
I want to be the one everyone watches.
“Would you ever do that?” I ask.
“Get up on stage?” he asks just as a server comes over to us.
“What can I get you, Mr. Posey? The usual?”
“That would be great,” he says, then turns to me. “What would you like?”
“A hard lime seltzer, please.”
She winks. “Be right back.”
I turn toward Levi now while the couple clean up and switch out with another. His eyes flash to my chest briefly before up to my face. “Well,” I ask. “Would you ever go up on stage?”
“No,” he says.
“No?” I ask, my brow pinched. “Why not?”
“People know me, so I don’t want to be on display like that. But one of the window rooms? Yes, because you can set the lighting where you can’t see everything. Like room three.” He points, and I look over where I can see the woman, but because the man is farther away, I can’t quite make out who it is.
“That’s really hot,” I say. “I would totally do the stage or the window. Hell, I’d give someone a naked lap dance right here.”
“Well, there’s a single guy over there.” He nods in the direction of a man casually touching himself while staring at the new couple on the stage.
“Are you allowed to come out here in the main room?”
“No, only on stage,” he says. “Notice the blow job couple isn’t here anymore?”
I glance over to the corner, and lo and behold, they’ve been removed.
“So what are you allowed to do?”