demons come knocking and they won’t leave until they’ve blown the
house down.”
“Well, I’ll forgive you this
last time, but next time find me or James, and we’ll check. Don’t disrupt
everything. Tonight I want you to go home and get some rest. You can come back
tomorrow, but for now you need to go. Christina will get you a cab.”
Although I hate the
disruption to the ambiance of the club I still understand why Kevin is the way
he is. The man loved his woman with all of his heart and she packed up and left
one day without another word. Rumor has it that she ran away with another
former club member, but that’s never been clarified. I kiss his bald head and
usher him out the door to where Christina stands with Charles, who is watching
from his place against the wall. Fifteen minutes later, Kevin is gone and I can
make my rounds.
An hour later, I’m back in my
office when my phone buzzes and the caller ID indicates its Tanisha.
“Hey! What you got going on?”
“I’m bored. I was thinking of
coming up there. Who’s working tonight?”
“Are you looking for anyone
in particular, Nish?”
“What do you think?”
I giggle.
“Why don’t you just call and
ask if Charles is working?”
“Because I turn into an
adolescent girl when it comes to him. Don’t make me feel like a bigger idiot
than I already am. Seriously, that man makes me stupid. He is ridiculously hot,
so it shouldn’t surprise anyone. Besides when he opens his mouth and that deep
voice vibrates out, it takes all I’ve got not to jump on him.”
“Come on down here. He’s on
the clock till 1:00 a.m., and wear that silver glitter number you have. It does
great things for your tits and ass.”
“You think?” She seems
uncertain, and that is not like my bestie.
“I know . Now brush
your teeth, shimmy your hot self into that dress and sashay your ass down here.
Christina will send the car for you. I don’t want you out down here without an
escort.”
I can hear her exhale.
“Don’t think about arguing
with me. Just go get ready. It makes me feel better.”
“Fine. I’ll wait for the car.”
“Oh, and swallow a shot or
two to loosen up before you get here. Otherwise, you’ll be bouncing off the
walls like Daffy Duck with how wound up you are.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. See you in
a bit.”
When the call ends, I tell Christina
what I need and head to the scene rooms to monitor or at least that’s what I
tell myself. The truth is that I like to watch; I’m a voyeur. It’s my kink,
well part of it. I can’t look or walk away no matter how strange or different
the scene is. I always need to know how they finish.
I realize as I meander around
the corner that most of the crowd is surrounding the dance floor where two of
my regular floor show performers are fucking in the middle. You’d think that
straight sex would get old to watch, but these two are inventive and both are
sexy as hell, so they always draw a crowd.
I stroll down the hall and
glance into scene room number one through the small square window. There are
two men sitting in the room watching the scene play out in front of them. I
walk past the other three rooms in that hallway and look inside each one. The
second one has the most people, so I chose the last room to go in and find a
seat. I don’t really want a crowd tonight.
All the rooms have one-way,
wall-to-wall, glass windows that stretch from ceiling to floor and divide the
rooms. One side is for the people engaged in the scene and the other is the voyeur
area, which is open for as many as twenty people to view at a time. Each room
is equipped with different furnishings, but this particular room has a couch
and a wing-backed chair. On the couch is a large blonde Greek god-like man that
I handpicked several months ago as a performer and new member, a pixie-bodied
redheaded woman. Neither are clothed. She’s straddling his hips as she rises
and falls in a slow rhythmic motion. Her nipples elongate
house down.”
“Well, I’ll forgive you this
last time, but next time find me or James, and we’ll check. Don’t disrupt
everything. Tonight I want you to go home and get some rest. You can come back
tomorrow, but for now you need to go. Christina will get you a cab.”
Although I hate the
disruption to the ambiance of the club I still understand why Kevin is the way
he is. The man loved his woman with all of his heart and she packed up and left
one day without another word. Rumor has it that she ran away with another
former club member, but that’s never been clarified. I kiss his bald head and
usher him out the door to where Christina stands with Charles, who is watching
from his place against the wall. Fifteen minutes later, Kevin is gone and I can
make my rounds.
An hour later, I’m back in my
office when my phone buzzes and the caller ID indicates its Tanisha.
“Hey! What you got going on?”
“I’m bored. I was thinking of
coming up there. Who’s working tonight?”
“Are you looking for anyone
in particular, Nish?”
“What do you think?”
I giggle.
“Why don’t you just call and
ask if Charles is working?”
“Because I turn into an
adolescent girl when it comes to him. Don’t make me feel like a bigger idiot
than I already am. Seriously, that man makes me stupid. He is ridiculously hot,
so it shouldn’t surprise anyone. Besides when he opens his mouth and that deep
voice vibrates out, it takes all I’ve got not to jump on him.”
“Come on down here. He’s on
the clock till 1:00 a.m., and wear that silver glitter number you have. It does
great things for your tits and ass.”
“You think?” She seems
uncertain, and that is not like my bestie.
“I know . Now brush
your teeth, shimmy your hot self into that dress and sashay your ass down here.
Christina will send the car for you. I don’t want you out down here without an
escort.”
I can hear her exhale.
“Don’t think about arguing
with me. Just go get ready. It makes me feel better.”
“Fine. I’ll wait for the car.”
“Oh, and swallow a shot or
two to loosen up before you get here. Otherwise, you’ll be bouncing off the
walls like Daffy Duck with how wound up you are.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. See you in
a bit.”
When the call ends, I tell Christina
what I need and head to the scene rooms to monitor or at least that’s what I
tell myself. The truth is that I like to watch; I’m a voyeur. It’s my kink,
well part of it. I can’t look or walk away no matter how strange or different
the scene is. I always need to know how they finish.
I realize as I meander around
the corner that most of the crowd is surrounding the dance floor where two of
my regular floor show performers are fucking in the middle. You’d think that
straight sex would get old to watch, but these two are inventive and both are
sexy as hell, so they always draw a crowd.
I stroll down the hall and
glance into scene room number one through the small square window. There are
two men sitting in the room watching the scene play out in front of them. I
walk past the other three rooms in that hallway and look inside each one. The
second one has the most people, so I chose the last room to go in and find a
seat. I don’t really want a crowd tonight.
All the rooms have one-way,
wall-to-wall, glass windows that stretch from ceiling to floor and divide the
rooms. One side is for the people engaged in the scene and the other is the voyeur
area, which is open for as many as twenty people to view at a time. Each room
is equipped with different furnishings, but this particular room has a couch
and a wing-backed chair. On the couch is a large blonde Greek god-like man that
I handpicked several months ago as a performer and new member, a pixie-bodied
redheaded woman. Neither are clothed. She’s straddling his hips as she rises
and falls in a slow rhythmic motion. Her nipples elongate
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