and the video screens playing … I don’t know what you’d call it. Roman
porn maybe?
There are people everywhere, music playing, and a blue haze
floating in the massive space. There’s a bar at one end of the room and a dance
floor at the other, but through the darkness I can make out a few doors and
hallways along the sides and in the back.
The energy is pulsing all around us. There are couples
grinding on the dance floor, people flirting in corner, and others simply
watching.
“This is the meeting room,” Gabe tells me.
I try not to stare, but rather act casual, like I come to
places like this all the time.
Gabe makes no move to act the same way. He stares, studies,
and points things out to me as we walk down to the bar.
“It’s okay, Stevie. You can look. That’s what we’re here
for. It’s what everyone wants.”
“What is this place?” I ask.
“It’s a place to get your sexy back, that’s for sure.” Gabe
brings my hand to his lips for a kiss, a gesture that both calms and excites me
at the same time. “It’s also the perfect place for a sexual adventure. You want
that, don’t you?”
“I do.”
“And if I recall, you had quite a comprehensive list of
things you’ve always wanted to try but were too scared to ask for.”
I nod, not at all embarrassed that he’s had a look at my
most intimate thoughts and fantasies. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so
comfortable with someone. I’d have to be considering that list consisted of
things like: giving a lap dance, stripping, having sex in a public place,
threesome fun. Apparently just a Wednesday night for good ol' Gabe. Of course I
was drunk when I made the list, and had Mr. Hot Pants egging me on.
“Well, this is the place you can get it all done.” Gabe
says. His face is serious, but also soft. “Look, I know your first time can be
jarring. But lean on me, and I’ll get you through it. After all, we not only
worship Venus here, but every woman.”
Yeah, it sounds ridiculous, but I don’t know, there is the
sexiest vibe in this room and I am sitting with the sexiest man. That’s saying
something because it’s like tryouts for The Bachelor and The
Bachelorette in here. Gor-geous. Maybe I just need to get in scene ,
as they say in the lifestyle. Or so I’ve heard.
Gabe leans over the bar and orders two martinis and we take
a seat.
“So, like I said, this is the meeting room. The place where
you can meet people, pair off, or group off—if that’s your thing. Or just talk
and watch.”
“And once you pair up?”
“There are other rooms and places where you can go and do
whatever you’re in the mood for.”
“Sex?”
“If you wish.”
I do. With Gabe. Back in the limo.
“What is inside these rooms?”
“Depends. Over there,” Gabe points down a hall, “there’s
the touch room where it’s dark and people touch and fondle each other.”
I scrunch up my nose and look away.
“Don’t judge, it can be good for people with anxiety
issues,” Gabe says with a grin. “And some people find it exciting. No names. No
faces.”
“Judging by the faces in this room, I don’t know why anyone
would want that. Everyone in here is beautiful.”
“Yes, they are,” Gabe agrees. “This is an exclusive club
with some pretty strict requirements.”
“What? You have to be good looking to get in?” I ask
jokingly.
“Among other things,” Gabe adds with no trace of a smile.
He’s serious.
“Oh-kay. So tell me more about the rooms.”
“There’s a hot tub and pool area. A room with a stripper
pole just waiting for an impromptu show. A massage room. Rooms for watching or
being watched, and some other more dramatically-themed areas. Ready to run
yet?”
“Not quite yet,” I tell him. I’ve made it this far, I can’t
leave without doing something.
“Now take your time with this,” Gabe says when the
bartender delivers our martinis. “It’s a two-drink max here.”
“What?” That statement is almost as
porn maybe?
There are people everywhere, music playing, and a blue haze
floating in the massive space. There’s a bar at one end of the room and a dance
floor at the other, but through the darkness I can make out a few doors and
hallways along the sides and in the back.
The energy is pulsing all around us. There are couples
grinding on the dance floor, people flirting in corner, and others simply
watching.
“This is the meeting room,” Gabe tells me.
I try not to stare, but rather act casual, like I come to
places like this all the time.
Gabe makes no move to act the same way. He stares, studies,
and points things out to me as we walk down to the bar.
“It’s okay, Stevie. You can look. That’s what we’re here
for. It’s what everyone wants.”
“What is this place?” I ask.
“It’s a place to get your sexy back, that’s for sure.” Gabe
brings my hand to his lips for a kiss, a gesture that both calms and excites me
at the same time. “It’s also the perfect place for a sexual adventure. You want
that, don’t you?”
“I do.”
“And if I recall, you had quite a comprehensive list of
things you’ve always wanted to try but were too scared to ask for.”
I nod, not at all embarrassed that he’s had a look at my
most intimate thoughts and fantasies. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so
comfortable with someone. I’d have to be considering that list consisted of
things like: giving a lap dance, stripping, having sex in a public place,
threesome fun. Apparently just a Wednesday night for good ol' Gabe. Of course I
was drunk when I made the list, and had Mr. Hot Pants egging me on.
“Well, this is the place you can get it all done.” Gabe
says. His face is serious, but also soft. “Look, I know your first time can be
jarring. But lean on me, and I’ll get you through it. After all, we not only
worship Venus here, but every woman.”
Yeah, it sounds ridiculous, but I don’t know, there is the
sexiest vibe in this room and I am sitting with the sexiest man. That’s saying
something because it’s like tryouts for The Bachelor and The
Bachelorette in here. Gor-geous. Maybe I just need to get in scene ,
as they say in the lifestyle. Or so I’ve heard.
Gabe leans over the bar and orders two martinis and we take
a seat.
“So, like I said, this is the meeting room. The place where
you can meet people, pair off, or group off—if that’s your thing. Or just talk
and watch.”
“And once you pair up?”
“There are other rooms and places where you can go and do
whatever you’re in the mood for.”
“Sex?”
“If you wish.”
I do. With Gabe. Back in the limo.
“What is inside these rooms?”
“Depends. Over there,” Gabe points down a hall, “there’s
the touch room where it’s dark and people touch and fondle each other.”
I scrunch up my nose and look away.
“Don’t judge, it can be good for people with anxiety
issues,” Gabe says with a grin. “And some people find it exciting. No names. No
faces.”
“Judging by the faces in this room, I don’t know why anyone
would want that. Everyone in here is beautiful.”
“Yes, they are,” Gabe agrees. “This is an exclusive club
with some pretty strict requirements.”
“What? You have to be good looking to get in?” I ask
jokingly.
“Among other things,” Gabe adds with no trace of a smile.
He’s serious.
“Oh-kay. So tell me more about the rooms.”
“There’s a hot tub and pool area. A room with a stripper
pole just waiting for an impromptu show. A massage room. Rooms for watching or
being watched, and some other more dramatically-themed areas. Ready to run
yet?”
“Not quite yet,” I tell him. I’ve made it this far, I can’t
leave without doing something.
“Now take your time with this,” Gabe says when the
bartender delivers our martinis. “It’s a two-drink max here.”
“What?” That statement is almost as
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