Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27770 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27770 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
“And finally, the Viewing Room. Well, one of the rooms. We’ve remodeled and have a couple of them now. The lights above the door let you know if you can go in or not. Red is obvious. Yellow means you can watch. Green means you can participate.”
“The person in here doesn’t mind if I participate?”
Christy looks at the tablet. “No, they don’t.”
“They?”
Christy holds the door open and motions for me to go in. It’s a much bigger room, with a small stage, some tables, chairs, and . . . “Oh, my.”
There’s a man sitting on a chair with something in his mouth. His hands are tied behind his back and there’s a woman, bent over and staring at him. Behind her, another man . . .
“Uh . . . are they?”
“Yes, they’re fucking and he’s watching.”
“Oh.”
“And if I had to guess, the man in the chair loves every second of it.”
“Th . . . okay. Wow.”
“I’m guessing you don’t watch porn much.”
I shake my head slowly. “I’m a virgin.” The words are out of my mouth before I can take them back, but Christy doesn’t react. Instead, we head back to her office, where I’m told I’ve passed all their tests.
“Which room?” she asks me.
“The Dark Room,” I tell her. “I want someone who will ride me. Do the work. Put my hands where she wants them.”
Christy smiles. “I’ll text you when I’ve matched you up. Until then, your exclusive status will give you a discount throughout the club, and remember, if you want to have fun in the Viewing Room you can. If you want to do something specific, you book that with me.”
“I think I got it.”
“Don’t forget the rules, Brent. They’re the most important.”
FOUR
Scotlyn
The days and nights have been going by way too fast. Sometimes it’s still hard to believe I’ve been in Portland for as long as I have. Do I miss Texas? Of course, I do. I’d love to see my parents more than just on holidays. They’re at least proud that I work at Ward Enterprises; it’s one of the top business firms in the country. And who knows, maybe one day I’ll take night classes and earn a degree. However, for now, I’m making pretty damn good money without having to spend tens of thousands on a college education.
During the day, I work at Ward Enterprises, and then at night, I’m at Society X. It just so happens that after tonight I have a long weekend where I don’t have to work at either place.
“What’s got you all grinning like that? I know it’s not me.”
I look up from wiping down the bar to see Isaac, his chest bare and glistening. His bright blue eyes twinkle as he smirks at me.
“You always know how to make me smile, Isaac,” I say, winking at him. With the way he’s dressed in just a pair of ripped jeans, I have no doubt he is getting ready to put on a show. Isaac is very popular with our clients, both female and male. I glance down his body, then settle back on his face with a grin. “Let me guess . . . Viewing Room tonight?”
He nods and leans across the bar, his voice low so the other patrons around can’t hear. “One of our members has had a nasty breakup with his boyfriend, so some of his friends who are also members want me to help cheer him up.”
It’s always fascinating hearing stories about what he does in the Viewing Room. Before I can ask him about it, Nova appears around the corner of the bar and waves for me to go since my shift is over.
“Want to walk with me to get my things? My night’s over,” I tell him.
His grin widens. “I know. That’s why I stopped by here. I have a favor to ask you.”
I already know what he’s going to ask. Giggling, I pass by Nova and pat her on the back before joining Isaac on the other side of the bar. “You want to do a test run on me, don’t you?” I ask.
Isaac wraps his arm through mine and walks with me to the back part of the club where the sex rooms are.
“Do you mind?”
I shake my head and laugh. “No, but I don’t see why you need me. You’re an excellent dancer. Very sexy. If you weren’t gay, and if it wasn’t against the rules for coworkers to date, I would totally be interested.”
Isaac chuckles. “Thanks, love. You’re not so bad yourself.”
“Thanks,” I say back, giggling again.
He squeezes my arm. “But in all seriousness, I have some new moves I want you to see. I want to impress these guys.”
Isaac and I venture down to the hallway where the sex rooms are. There are red lights lit up above the Dark Room and the Play Room, but the Viewing Room is green. We stop at the door, and he types in his code. When it opens, we walk through the dressing room to the main door that leads into the Viewing Room. The stage is the only place lit up with sensual purple lights. And right smack dab in the middle is a plush chair where the man of the hour will sit while all his buddies will be in the audience . . . watching.