by L. P. Dover
I walk inside and order my usual, sneaking glances at Hunter to see if he’s noticed me. When I get my drink, I slowly stroll over, my heart pounding relentlessly as I stop behind him. “You came,” he murmurs. Tilting his head to the side, he gazes at me with those hypnotic brown eyes of his.
“I come here every morning.”
He chuckles lightly. “That may be so, but I told you if you wanted me for you to meet me here. Looks like I got my wish.”
I sit down across from him and my legs brush up against his under the table. Just that simple touch makes my insides clench. “Now what?” I ask, keeping my voice low. “It’s no secret, I want you, but I’m not going to come here every morning just to sneak away into the bathroom with you.”
His smile fades slightly. “Is that what you think I want?”
I shrug. “I don’t know, but it can’t happen again. What we did yesterday was spontaneous and fun, but I can’t afford to get caught doing something like that.”
Reaching over, he grabs my hand. I suck in a breath and freeze as his fingers intertwine with mine. “Then we won’t. I don’t want to just fuck you in cars and in bathrooms. Believe it or not, I want more from you than that.”
“Like what? I’m older and divorced. What more could you possibly want?”
His smile comes back. “A date, perhaps. You may be divorced, but that saves me from having to steal you away from your husband. As far as your age, there’s not much difference between us. You need to stop acting like you’re fifty.”
I gasp in shock. “I do not act like I’m fifty.” Granted, I do work all the time and I never go out, but that doesn’t mean I’m an old lady.
“Oh yeah, prove it. Go on a date with me tomorrow night.”
Now it’s my turn to smile. If he wants me stop acting like I’m fifty, I’ll show him. “I can’t.”
“Why not?”
“Because after I leave here, I’m going to Society X to sign the membership papers. And tomorrow, I plan on spending the evening there.”
He sits back in the chair, his gaze full of heat. “All right, I see you’re going to make me work for it.”
I slide my hand away from his and stand. “I just want to see how serious you are. If you really want a date, then prove to me I’m the only one you want. In return, I’ll open myself up to other possibilities.”
Rising, he wraps an arm around my waist, drawing me in to his body. I can’t look away from his eyes, even when his lips close over mine. “You are the only one I want, but I’m going to have fun proving it.”
He kisses me again and lets me go so I can walk past him. My whole body trembles as I hurry to the door, and when I look at the counter, Mackenzie gives me a thumbs up; my cheeks flame beet red. Hunter’s completely different from any man I’ve ever met. The way he speaks about the things he wants is so foreign to me. Aaron was never like that, never sexy or romantic. I was beginning to believe those men only existed in books and on TV. Boy, am I wrong.
The parking lot to Society X is almost vacant when I pull up; only a few cars here and there. Jared meets me at the front door and extends his hand. “It’s good to see you again,” he says.
I shake his hand. “Same to you.”
I walk inside the club, he shuts the door behind us. “Do you want me to show you around the rooms before you sign the papers?”
“No, thanks. I pretty much know the gist of them.”
He nods. “All right then, let’s get you signed up.” I follow him through a set of doors to a hallway. We pass the dark room before we get to the viewing room. The door farther down the hall goes to the bondage room—I want to stay as far away from it as possible. Jared turns us down another hallway and into an office. “Have a seat, please,” he says, nodding toward the chair across from the desk.
I sit down and he passes me a stack of papers, going over each and every one. “As you know,” he begins, “everything you do in here is kept anonymous. You’ll need to call ahead of time to make appointments in the various sex rooms. Also, if you have any preferences on partners, please let us know beforehand so we can match you up with someone.”
Being the lawyer that I am, I read over the contracts and everything’s pretty straightforward. It’s expensive to be a member, but I sign them all and pass them back to Jared. “Here you go. What happens now?”
Taking the papers, he slips them into a folder that he puts in the file cabinet beside a large safe. “Basically, you can do anything you want.” He opens the safe and pulls out a small, black velvet box. “This is your Society X necklace. We ask that you wear it while you’re here so we’ll know you’re an elite member. Plus, you can skip the lines outside and walk right up to the door.”
When I open the box, the diamond X necklace twinkles under the light. “It’s so beautiful.”
“Thank you. It’s yours to keep and not to be worn by anyone other than you.”
I nod. “I understand.”
Jared sits down behind the desk and types away on the computer. “Now that you’re officially a member, I can schedule you into one of the sex rooms if you’re interested.” He glances at me over the top of his laptop.
I felt so dirty requesting the viewing room to watch others have sex. “Actually, I think I want to go into the viewing room,” I say, hoping my face isn’t turning red.
His lips pull back into a smirk. “We can do that. Do you have a date and time in mind?”
“Tomorrow?” I ask.
He types away again. “Looks like we have tomorrow at eight available. Want me to put you down?”
“Sure. And I want to watch the show, not be in it.”
A small chuckle escapes his lips. “Got it. Do you know what you’d like to watch?”
Heart racing, I bite my lip and close my eyes. “Two girls and a guy.”
His fingers clicked away on the keys. “That can be arranged. Do you have any specific male or female in mind?”
“I want the male to be around his early thirties with short, light brown hair and blue eyes.”
“Tattoos?” he asks.
Chad doesn’t have any so I say, “No.”
“Okay. Last question … do you want it passionate or fast and dirty?”
I stare at him, completely at a loss for words. What the hell have I gotten myself in to? Chad isn’t going to want his sex slow and passionate. If anything, it’ll be fast and dirty. “Fast and dirty,” I tell him. The only time I’ve ever watched two people have sex was in a porno movie. Watching it in real life is going to be one hell of an experience.
Once Jared finishes typing on the computer, he stands. “Everything’s good to go. Welcome to Society X. We’ll see you tomorrow night.”
Tomorrow comes awfully fast and the day flies by. Maybe it’s because I’m not exactly thrilled about watching people have sex all by myself. It makes me wonder what kind of things people ask to see when they have requests. All I can say is that I feel like a creeper.
Chris walks into my office and stops when he gets a good look at my face. “Whoa, why are you so red?”
Glancing at the clock, I sigh. “Because in a couple of hours, I have to watch three people have sex in the viewing room.” He knows that I’m doing my own investigative work, but I never told him exactly what I’m doing until now.
He bursts out laughing. “Are you serious? What if it’s not the guy you’re looking for?”
I shrug. “Then I guess I’ll be watching these people have sex.”
“This is classic. I was going to ask you to go to dinner with me, but you’ll be too busy.”
I roll my eyes. “Ha-ha. I’d much rather be getting some dinner. I think I’m just going to stay here until it’s time to go.”
He tries to hide his smile and fails. “Have fun with that. You’ll have to let me know how it went in the morning.” He chuckles the entire time he walks to his office and then out the front door. I’ll never be able to escape him now; he’ll make fun of me for the rest of our liv
es.
Once everyone leaves, I eat the rest of my turkey sandwich I had left over from lunch while I look over my notes on Chad Bates. Jennifer never texted to tell me if he was going to be at the club or not, so I guess I’ll just have to find out when I get there. I wonder if Hunter’s ever done something like that … had sex with two girls on stage in front of an audience. That’s one of the reasons why I can never get serious about him. How can I when he does that for a living?
My time is running out so I close up the office and head to the club. The parking lot is packed, but I slip on my necklace and get out of the car. I try to ignore the evil looks from everyone standing in line as I walk up to the door. Luckily, Jared is right inside, dressed in his tux and his dark hair perfectly coifed.
“Good evening,” he says, taking my purse. It’s going to be hard to pin anything on Chad without physical proof. Maybe I can try to sneak in a hidden camera next time. Jared nods for me to follow him and we go through the door that leads to the sex rooms. Placing his hand on the doorknob, he smiles at me. “You ready?”
I laugh. “I hope so.”
We walk inside and he points to the purple, velvet couch. It’s the same place my co-workers sat when Hunter and I were on stage. “All you have to do is sit here and watch the show. If for some reason you have to leave, just press that blue button,” he says, pointing to it on the wall. “That way, I’ll know to come in and get you.”
I nod. “Thanks. I think I got it.”
He starts toward the door. “Enjoy the show.”
Once he’s gone, I sit down on the couch and the lights go out except for those on the stage. There’s a bed with bright red sheets and red lights illuminating it. I’m thankful nobody will be able to see me. A door behind the stage opens and two girls come out, both naked. One has bright blonde hair and the other brown. They stand by the bed and kiss, their hands on each other’s breasts. It’s in this moment I realize I’ve crossed over a line I’ll never get back from. Jennifer is going to owe me big time for this.
The two girls mess around on the bed, no doubt priming themselves for the guy who’s about to come in and fuck them. Their moans grow louder and the back door opens. I can see the man’s silhouette, but I can’t see his face. He strolls closer and closer into the light, and I hold my breath when I can finally see him … only it’s not Chad.
This guy almost resembles him with the short, light brown hair and athletic build, but it’s not him. He’s gloriously naked and I’d be stupid not to admire a nice body when one’s put on display for me. The second he sees the girls spread open for him on the bed, his cock hardens. It makes me wonder what goes through these people’s minds when they volunteer to have sex in front of others. In a way, I’m curious, but I know I can never do anything like that. Those young and wild days are over.
A hard, deep beat plays across the speakers, almost like the sound of a heartbeat. The guy gets on the bed, his grunts rough and fast as he pushes his cock into the blonde-haired girl. She screams out as he pumps into her while the brunette watches on, biting her lip in anticipation.
When he finishes with the blonde, he turns the brunette onto her stomach and holds her hips, thrusting into her hard. Their bodies slap together, their groans loud as they’re brought to completion. I sit there in awe as I watch it all play out. I’m not going to lie, I’m fascinated and a bit turned on. My ex never got rough with me or fucked me hard, but I can imagine Hunter being wild like that. I want someone to be like that with me, to want me so much that they lose themselves.
After the trio has calmed down, they slip through the back door and it’s over. The lights come back on and Jared walks in. “Did you enjoy the show?” he asks.
I did and now I need relief. “Of course,” I reply. “Do you think I can make a weekly appointment to come in here again?”
His eyes brighten. “I’ll get you scheduled up. Same people or do you want different ones?”
“Different, please.”
“Will do. I’ll text you with the time when I look at the schedule and get your people booked up. Same day, I assume?”
I nod. “That’ll be great.” That way Jennifer doesn’t have to worry about the datebook. If he disappears on a Tuesday night, I’ll know where he’s at. I follow Jared out the door and he escorts me to get my purse and then to the back door. Luckily, I can exit out the members back entrance instead of going through the front. The last thing I want is for someone I know to see my red face as I’m leaving Society X.
Jared opens the door. “Have a good night, Ms. Vaughn.”
“Thanks, Jared.” When I get to my car, I’m not alone. Visions of the first night Hunter and I had sex in my car run rampant through my mind. My whole body clenches and all I want is for him to ride me hard like that guy did to the girls inside the viewing room.
Arms crossed, he leans against my car with a smirk on his face. He’s dressed in a pair of jeans and a snug, black T-shirt. I just want to rip it off his body. “I was hoping I’d see you out here tonight,” he calls out.
I hold out my arms. “Here I am. Are you working tonight?”
He nods. “Getting ready to go in. Why don’t you come back inside?”
I shake my head. “I think I’ve had enough for a night.” Then I think about all the women he’s going to be around. Jealousy fires in my veins and I hate that I care so much. “What are you going to be doing tonight?”
He approaches me, his arms snaking around my waist. I let him hold me, but I don’t hold him back. “Are you worried I’m going to fuck someone?”
“That’s all up to you, Hunter. I can’t stop you.”
“No, you can’t, but I guess it’s a good thing I don’t want to. I told you I’m going to prove to you I’m serious about this. By the sound of your voice, you don’t trust me.”
“Kind of hard to when I know you take your clothes off every night.”
With a sigh, he lets me go. “There’s only one way for that to change. Go out with me and you’ll see I’m not the dirtbag you seem to think I am. All I ask is for one date.”
I can tell he’s serious by the look in his eyes. “Fine, we’ll go on a date. When do you want to go?”
Grabbing my wrist, he pulls me to him, and this time I wrap my arms around his neck. “Thursday night,” he murmurs against my lips. “But there’s something I want you to do first.”
“What?”
“Request me for the viewing room. I’ve been dying to get you back in there.”
I lick my lips and smile. “That can be arranged.” The words leave my lips before I can even think about them. I can't take them back now.
Fucking Kennedy and her damn tongue. Watching her lick her fucking lips after I boldly asked her to book us into the viewing room almost had me bending her over her car and taking her in the parking lot for everyone to see, but no, I can’t. I want to date her so I bit my tongue, winked, and walked away while my dick screamed at me.
What I need is for her to be waiting for me when I get home from work, spread out and playing with her pussy. Fuck, what I wouldn’t give to see her like that, getting herself off while she thinks of me, while I undress for her. I can only imagine the look in her eyes when she sees my dick get hard for her, only for her.
I watch Kennedy pull away out of the parking lot before I head into the club. The music is thumping with some sexy number meant to entice the women. I peek through the door that we use to access the main floor and see that the women are lining the walls tonight.
“It’s a week night, why are we so busy?”
“Some convention is in town and Bryce offered them half price. The bar has been crazy since the second they showed up,” Julius, our DJ, says while the song plays for Franco. The women are going crazy, jumping up and down for him as his ass shakes in their faces.
“I guess I better get out there.”
As soon as I step out back I see that we have a full crew tonight. There are at least ten of us dancing, which on nigh
ts like this will help. I change quickly, putting on our standard underwear and loose fitting jeans. These jeans are easy for the lap dances because they can slide down my hips without unbuttoning them, faster to pull up and get the hell out of dodge with, too.
The only drawback to going out now without performing is that I haven’t enticed the crowd. Once Franco comes out here the chicks will be waving their dollars at him, trying to get his attention. For me, though, it’s a chance to mingle and I’m secretly hoping Kennedy is in the crowd.
“Hey, ladies, can I interest you in a little lap dance?” There are three of them and they all look shy, but tempted. One slinks back into her seat, avoiding eye contact with me while the others silently talk to each other. I’m about to move on when one of them says yes.
As I go over the rules, their face drops when I remind them they can’t touch me, which makes no sense considering they’re told when they pay and before they're escorted to their seat. Most seem to think the rules don’t apply to them or once we initiate contact it’s game on. The owner, Bryce, is strict and extremely protective of Society X. Breaking the rules assures you’ll never be allowed in again.
Setting my pace to the music that’s on, I move my hips seductively, letting my hands roam over my body while I squint at the ladies. For whatever reason, squinting is supposed to be sexy and maybe is has to do with the lighting in the room or the music, I don’t know, but that’s what they tell us. What I do know is that it’s working. The women in front of me are adjusting in their seats, licking their lips, and following my hands everywhere.
Turning around, my hands grip the sides of my jeans and I give them a little shove, showing them my ass first. When I face them, I keep my cock covered, the chicks licking their lips in anticipation. Even the really shy one is watching me and I find that I’m more focused on her than these other two.
My hands move my jeans and underwear down farther, enough to see what I have. The women squirm in their chairs as I palm my dick. I stroke myself, showing them how big I am, and feel myself up, letting my hand run through my hair. I do this a couple of times before I’m stuffing myself back into my pants and collecting my payment.
