grinned.
They traveled up to the top floor, and once again Wren used his card to allow them access. When the elevator opened, they faced a normal-looking hallway, where a large mirror showed their reflection and a table sat underneath it with a beautiful bouquet of red roses opened in bloom. The sweet fragrance lined the corridor and followed them as Wren escorted her to the only door.
He knocked and it was opened by a tall, beautiful black man, dressed impeccably in tails and white gloves. The foyer they entered boasted a white marble floor and a circular glass table that displayed more roses, their deep red a splash of color to the rather arid feel of the decor. White paneling lined the walls and curved around where the den offered lush leather couches and chairs of stark white leather. A staircase led to an enclosed second floor where a door barricaded any hint of what lay upstairs. There were no other people around.
“Good evening, Mister Calder,” the man said in a deep baritone voice. “Are you here for participation or pleasure?”
“Pleasure, James, thank you,” Wren answered.
“Very good, sir. Right this way.”
“What does participation or pleasure mean?” Caroline whispered.
“You can be the object of desire rather than the voyeur, if you wish. Do you wish?”
“No,” she replied quickly. “I’m not into someone watching me.”
“Are you into watching someone else?”
“Porn?”
“That’s such a derogatory word.”
“Yet somehow accurate. Am I right?”
“You’ll see.”
James led them past the den, down a hallway to a small room as austere as the foyer. Caroline eyed the room, which held a chaise lounge and leather recliner, a table that offered various forms of hors d'oeuvres, and several decanters of alcohol. Cut crystal glasses, lined next to delicate China plates. The utensils were silver polished to a bright shine. No expense had been spared, so it seemed.
A large window faced opposite the door, but curtains blocked the view out. As James shut the door behind them, the lights instantly dimmed.
“Have a seat, make yourself comfortable,” Wren said, gesturing. He walked over and poured himself a brandy before settling in the leather recliner.
“I don’t understand,” she said as she sat on the chaise. “Is this Perversions?”
“There are many different levels of Perversions actually,” he replied, offering her a drink. “It’s made for you to feel comfortable.”
She absently took the drink, looking at the amber alcohol. “Comfortable, huh?” Her heart hammered almost out of control, making her slightly light-headed. “The window?”
“We will be able to see them, but they won’t be able to see us.”
“And what will we be watching? Someone being whipped?”
“Maybe,” Wren answered. “One never knows what’s behind the curtain until we open it up.”
Caroline diverted her shocked gaze to the window. “So right now, something is happening on the other side of the glass?”
“Open it and find out.”
She licked her lips and then rose, replacing the tumbler of liquor back on the table. As the reality of Perversions started to sink in, her fingers trembled a little as she reached for the pull and slowly slid the curtain aside.
She wasn’t quite sure what she expected. An orgy maybe, perhaps several people tied down, being spanked or flogged, wearing enough leather to populate a herd of cows. Instead, she saw a man and a woman, kissing, fondling each other, both naked and moving to music Caroline herself could not hear.
“If you turn up the volume you’ll be able to hear them,” Wren said.
Caroline looked at the wall and saw a small button. She turned it and instantly, the soft strains of music piped in. A beautiful, lyrical song serenaded the dancers. They moved as one, flowing together, using the melody to guide them. It was a type of graceful ballet, only their feet
They traveled up to the top floor, and once again Wren used his card to allow them access. When the elevator opened, they faced a normal-looking hallway, where a large mirror showed their reflection and a table sat underneath it with a beautiful bouquet of red roses opened in bloom. The sweet fragrance lined the corridor and followed them as Wren escorted her to the only door.
He knocked and it was opened by a tall, beautiful black man, dressed impeccably in tails and white gloves. The foyer they entered boasted a white marble floor and a circular glass table that displayed more roses, their deep red a splash of color to the rather arid feel of the decor. White paneling lined the walls and curved around where the den offered lush leather couches and chairs of stark white leather. A staircase led to an enclosed second floor where a door barricaded any hint of what lay upstairs. There were no other people around.
“Good evening, Mister Calder,” the man said in a deep baritone voice. “Are you here for participation or pleasure?”
“Pleasure, James, thank you,” Wren answered.
“Very good, sir. Right this way.”
“What does participation or pleasure mean?” Caroline whispered.
“You can be the object of desire rather than the voyeur, if you wish. Do you wish?”
“No,” she replied quickly. “I’m not into someone watching me.”
“Are you into watching someone else?”
“Porn?”
“That’s such a derogatory word.”
“Yet somehow accurate. Am I right?”
“You’ll see.”
James led them past the den, down a hallway to a small room as austere as the foyer. Caroline eyed the room, which held a chaise lounge and leather recliner, a table that offered various forms of hors d'oeuvres, and several decanters of alcohol. Cut crystal glasses, lined next to delicate China plates. The utensils were silver polished to a bright shine. No expense had been spared, so it seemed.
A large window faced opposite the door, but curtains blocked the view out. As James shut the door behind them, the lights instantly dimmed.
“Have a seat, make yourself comfortable,” Wren said, gesturing. He walked over and poured himself a brandy before settling in the leather recliner.
“I don’t understand,” she said as she sat on the chaise. “Is this Perversions?”
“There are many different levels of Perversions actually,” he replied, offering her a drink. “It’s made for you to feel comfortable.”
She absently took the drink, looking at the amber alcohol. “Comfortable, huh?” Her heart hammered almost out of control, making her slightly light-headed. “The window?”
“We will be able to see them, but they won’t be able to see us.”
“And what will we be watching? Someone being whipped?”
“Maybe,” Wren answered. “One never knows what’s behind the curtain until we open it up.”
Caroline diverted her shocked gaze to the window. “So right now, something is happening on the other side of the glass?”
“Open it and find out.”
She licked her lips and then rose, replacing the tumbler of liquor back on the table. As the reality of Perversions started to sink in, her fingers trembled a little as she reached for the pull and slowly slid the curtain aside.
She wasn’t quite sure what she expected. An orgy maybe, perhaps several people tied down, being spanked or flogged, wearing enough leather to populate a herd of cows. Instead, she saw a man and a woman, kissing, fondling each other, both naked and moving to music Caroline herself could not hear.
“If you turn up the volume you’ll be able to hear them,” Wren said.
Caroline looked at the wall and saw a small button. She turned it and instantly, the soft strains of music piped in. A beautiful, lyrical song serenaded the dancers. They moved as one, flowing together, using the melody to guide them. It was a type of graceful ballet, only their feet
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