Page 5 of Sin For Me

The area is dark, and the music is loud, but I don't see anyone walking around, everyone is in the rooms. The one woman I do see has on angel wings and glitter on her face. I feel out of place in my jeans and T-shirt. I'm not sure why I agreed to come here. Maybe I was just curious. Or maybe I was looking for something new and exciting. Either way, I'm not sure if this is my scene.

The problem is when I walked into the place not only was it not a strip club but it was probably one of the most intricate designed clubs I'd ever seen in my life. The club actually takes up four separate building, all between two blocks. They have an entire underground tunnel system that, I thought, was interesting, but the most impressive part of all of this is how people walk in and out but don't seem to realize that anything is amiss. One of the clubs is disguised as a legit small clothing store. People were actually shopping there, while others were doing things I could only say were just a little more risque than I wanted to believe.I couldn't help but wonder how many people were fooling around in the back rooms, while pretending to be interested in buying a new shirt or dress. It was all very surreal, and I felt like I had stepped into another world.

When I waked in and asked for the owner of the club the first few people just laughed at me.

I may not be very forward, but if there's one thing i am, it's someone who doesn't give up.

Finally, I was taken to the main club and was supposed to meet a man named Tru.

The minute I walked into that area of the club I could feel the energy. The walls are lined with see through glass and I can see everything that's going on. It was like walking into a vortex of sexual tension and excitement. The air's thick with the scent of perfume and lust. Bodies were writhing on the floor and the music pumping through the sound system was pulsing through my veins. I could feel my heart racing as I walked through the club, taking it all in.

I finally was dropped off to a man name Sid and he seemed just as surprised to see me as I was to see him. He was a tall, dark and handsome man with an air of mystery about him. We sat down and talked for a while, and I could tell he was unsure about what I was doing there. Still he remained professional. He told me about the club and how it operated.

"Are you still hiring? One of my co workers at the bar I work at said that you were needing some new workers?" I didn't get much information but as long as they weren't paying me to have sex I was intrigued by what the job entailed.

Have you worked for many places like this?" Sid asks. "Any BDSM clubs?"

"No BDSM Clubs but I learn quick. So what does this job entail?" I ask, trying to keep the nerves out of my voice. "My friend didn't give me much information."

"Well," Sid says, leaning in close. "I can't give you all the details here, but I can let you know that you won't have to have sex with anyone so you can let out a breath."

"Sounds like my kind of job," I say with a smile.

"I'll give you the application and you can fill it out at home. But we do have an inperson audition that you'd have to do now if you are truly looking for a job."

I'm slightly taking back by this but if there's a possibility of me getting the job now I'm for it.

"Ok, what do you need me to do?" I ring my hands together.

"Come, You'll have to audition for Tru. He'll be in there waiting for you." he brings me in to another room and I thought it'd be more like the room we just left, light and with a table but it's nothing like that.

Instead, they bring me into a dark room with nothing but TVs lining the wall minus one.

"You said you were here to for a job, am I right?" A deep garbled voice comes through from somewhere, sounding more like something out of Saw than someone that I'm supposed to be auditioning with.

"Where are you? I can't see anyone."

"That's the point ... You're not supposed to see me, I see you.

"I don't know, if I care for this."

"No? Then why did you come?"

"I need the money... I'm ... they made it sound interesting, I've never done anything like this before." Panic begins to build in my body. He wants me to strip or something like that. I can't even fake this.

"I'm so sorry," I said as I began to cry. "I didn't mean to do it."

"What didn't you mean to do?" He asked and I can envision him looking down at me with a pissed off impression he looked at me with a hurt expression.

"I didn't mean to lead you on," I said pleadingly. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry."

"Shh," he says and that garbled voice still flows through the surrounding speakers. "It's okay. I'm not mad at you."

"You're not?" I asked as I looked up at two-way mirror, through my tears.

"No, I'm not. I understand that you're innocent and virginal. I'm not mad at you."

I blink a few times and look around the room? What the hell is this? A joke.

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