Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 29792 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 149(@200wpm)___ 119(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29792 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 149(@200wpm)___ 119(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
He laughs. “Not usually. You’re here for the ladies, I take it?”
“No, she’s just a friend.”
His eyebrow quirks.
“Then you’re here for a different type of fun.”
I smirk, “Are you trying to ask if I’m a lesbian?”
“Yes.”
I smile.
“No, I’m not.”
He bows. “Then allow me to lead you to the dance floor.” Together, we make our way to the polished center floor, and he holds me tight. He’s good. Owl moves well, and he slides himself around until he’s pressing against my backside. He’s hard, even as his hand snakes around to my stomach to hold me close. We sway as he whispers into my ear, “Do you come often?”
“To the Cube? Yes, now and then.”
“Not what I meant,” he spins me, then holds me close. The move catches me off guard and I’m a little breathless when he asks, “When’s the last time you came?”
I giggle.
“That is an awfully personal question, Owl.”
“This is an awfully personal place, Glitter Girl.”
I nod with understanding.
“This morning. How about you?”
He turns me again and subtly grinds up against my ass, “I’ve been saving myself for someone special. I haven’t come since last weekend.” Then, he licks up my neck and I get goose bumps. He whispers, “Would you like to be that someone special, my love?”
It’s a valid question in such a place, but I turn in his arms and give it to him straight, albeit with a smile.
“You look like a fun place to sit, but I’m not looking to have a seat just yet.”
His eyes try and fail to hide his disappointment. He smiles, “Until then, Glitter.” Then, he kisses the back of my hand and drifts elsewhere.
I don’t know. Owl was cute, but I just wasn’t feeling it for some reason. He seemed more of a Casanova type than what I typically like. I prefer my men dark and dangerous, not poetic and on the sappy side.
I wander to the hallway to see what else is happening. The hallway is dark, but leads to a number of playrooms. But these aren’t regular rooms because each one is themed, and has a glass window for people to watch. I peek into the first one on my left.
A fully nude woman has her hands on the glass and a man is behind her, drilling away. They’re enjoying themselves, and her curvy body leaves sweaty imprints on the plexiglass. I can’t help but get needy at the sight and sounds of them together because they’re so loud and clearly loving their time together.
“Having a good time?” a man in back of me asks.
I look up at him and his mask is unusual. It looks like a swirling water pattern, with coral at the sides. His vinyl shirt catches the blue light from the nearby playroom, and he’s tall and built, wearing a cape and a pair of tight shorts also emblazoned with the blue water pattern. I tell him, “Yes, thank you. Yourself?”
“I always have fun when I’m in Denver,” he smiles.
“Lucky for you,” I say playfully, while looking into the next playroom. There are three people inside. There’s a lush woman who’s bound, her hands tied behind her back while also simultaneously being bound to her feet. Two gorgeous men with masks and black speedos take turns flogging her as she cries out into the gag in her mouth.
“Does that look like fun to you?” The man in the ocean blue mask asks. He toys with a cat o’ nine in his right hand and catches the tendrils in his left.
“It does.”
“There’s a free playroom, if you’d like to try it,” he offers in a suggestive voice.
I know what this means, and merely smile.
“Maybe later. I’m still getting a feeling for the evening.”
“Life is short, pretty woman. Have all the fun you can, while you can. Enjoy your night,” he winks before moving on.
I sigh and step forward. The man in the mask was obviously built and hung, but I’m not looking for a caped crusader. Nor am I looking to be flogged. What am I looking for, in fact? I’m not even sure. Maybe it’s time for another drink.
3
Jane
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Another red wine, and then I see him. Tiger Mask is a newcomer to the Cube, and I watch as he stops for a moment in the doorway, scanning the scene. Tall with a granite jaw, he exudes confidence as he looks around. His outfit is a black leather shirt and matching trousers. Both fit him perfectly, with the shirt hugging those wide shoulders as the trousers showcase his package. My mouth goes dry and I swallow, trying to moisten my throat.
He moves like a jungle cat as he enters the lounge, and I’m not the only woman to notice him. A number of ladies pick their way to him, cooing and smiling, so I stay put. To my surprise, however, Tiger Mask doesn’t seem too into the ladies. He looks at them dismissively, nods, and then turns to the room at large again.