Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 86883 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 348(@250wpm)___ 290(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86883 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 348(@250wpm)___ 290(@300wpm)
“Elsa will be back in a minute. Go before I change my mind.”
I hesitate. Why is she being so nice to me when two minutes ago she wouldn’t have poured water over me if I was on fire?
“Oh my God, stop being such a princess and go,” she snaps.
Not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, I do as she says and disappear into the crowd.
I slip past the two gilded cages where dancers weave and twist their bodies to the music and make my way toward the door at the far end of the club. Above it is a sign, Welcome to the Peep Arcade. A strange shiver rolls through me and I hesitate. I look over my shoulder and see Natalie watching me.
This is probably some kind of trap. But fuck her. I rip open the door and am immediately drenched in pink neon light sending my senses into overdrive.
The sound of the club disappears as the door closes behind me and I follow the long corridor deeper into the Peep Arcade.
Eventually the corridor breaks off into a larger room where there are twelve doors.
I try the first door but it’s locked. That’s when I notice the sign above the door. Peep Show in Session.
I know I shouldn’t. But my curiosity gets the better of me, and I use my employee card to swipe open the lock and slip inside.
Immediately I’m absorbed by the darkness and the soft scent of something sweet. Jasmine maybe? Or rose? It’s so subtle I can barely make it out.
There’s a dark curtain separating the entrance from the room behind and as I slowly part the silk to peer inside, my heart begins to hammer in my chest.
It takes a moment for my eyes to adjust and for my brain to make sense of what I am seeing.
The area is dark, but the room on the other side of the giant glass partition is brightly lit.
Music throbs in a slow, seductive beat through the surrounding speakers.
On the other side of the glass, a man in bondage gear is jerking off toward the audience, his big hands running over a heavily pierced cock.
While on this side of the glass, a man has a woman pushed over a table and is fucking her, his hips thrusting in time with Bondage Man’s stroking hand.
What kind of club is this?
Shocked and not knowing what to do, I slip out unnoticed back into the glowing pink light as my mind scrambles to figure out what I just saw and why my body feels so suddenly awake.
The heavily pierced cock. The thrusting hips. The seductive pulse throbbing between my thighs.
Go back to the bar, my inner voice warns. But before I can stop myself, I slip into another room.
I don’t know why.
To try and understand where I work, maybe?
To make sense of what is going on here?
Because some perverse part of me liked the thrill of standing in the darkness and watching?
In this room, there is a man and a woman sitting at the table. Her hand pumps his cock as they both stare at the action on the other side of the glass. They’re watching two men fuck against the glass.
I shouldn’t be here.
But I can’t move away.
The woman senses my presence and looks over. I freeze, certain they’re going to lose their shit at me. But she smiles and signals to me to join them. “Don’t be shy… come join us.”
The man looks over. He’s handsome. Tall. Dark. Scruffy jaw. A ginormous cock jutting out from his suit pants.
I lick my lips.
The woman’s hand continues to glide over it.
I want to know what that feels like.
The thought hits me from out of nowhere, and a thrill zaps through me and lands right between my thighs.
“Wanna come play, baby girl?” the man asks. Pleasure shimmers on his face and he sinks his teeth into his lower lip. He lets out a moan as the woman palms the head of his cock. “But make it quick because I’m gonna come soon, baby…”
I realize I want to see that.
I want to watch him lose control.
I want to see him come and hear how that sounds.
What the hell?
“I’m sorry,” I choke out.
I turn away and flee the room.
I run along the glowing pink corridor and out to the main club where Natalie is behind the bar, smirking.
Be calm.
She only did this to shock you.
And possibly to get you fired.
I know girls like Natalie.
Because I used to be one.
Before I can reach her, Dario steps in front of me.
“Why are you coming out of the Peep Arcade?”
Lust and shock and excitement still fog my brain. I shake my head, “I… I was…”
“The Peep Arcade is for patrons of the peep rooms. Only certain staff provide service to those areas. Why were you in there?”