Page 73 of Devious Knight

With the biggest smile on her face, Mackenzie leads me through the sea of dancing people who are also wearing masks. That’s about the only thing we have in common with them. The dress code is lingerie for the women and smart casual for the men.

It would be interesting to watch if I weren't so anxious about everything else going on in the room.

I’ve been to frat parties at Raventhorn where there is a lot of public sex.

The Dark Odyssey also does a lot of collabs with The Verge on campus, and we know to expect parties of the risqué variety.

But this, what I’m seeing here, is something else entirely.

The parties on campus are just a teaser of the darker tastes in the world. Here they have everything.

There’s a sofa area to each side of the room where there are groups of people fucking. There’s an exhibition box above me, with a woman and two men having a threesome. There are couples on aerial hoops flying through the air having sex, and there’s a woman chained to a St. Andrew’s cross on a raised platform at the top of the room, with men taking turns to fuck her.

Sex, sex, sex is all I can see around me. And I can’t unsee it.

Watching is mind-blowing and arousing and strange.

I’m not a prude but I feel like I just walked into someone’s dirty fantasy.

Clearly I’m the only one who feels awkward because this is what the people here call living on the edge. And they look happy doing it.

Unlike me Mackenzie looks quite at home.

That said, she’s more accustomed to places like this. She’s been going to sex clubs since she was seventeen and not legally old enough to be there.

We’re barely legal to be here tonight. The admission age is eighteen, but it’s typical of Mackenzie to know someone who can get us into any club on this planet we desire.

The bouncer said we’d be ID'ed at the bar, but because it's her, we weren’t.

She got a whole bottle of champagne, which we shared when we first got here.

“Let’s dance,” she squeals, stopping at a clear space on the dance floor. I can just about hear her over the club beat. “This place is amazing.”

When she looked around at the architecture I agreed with her. It is amazing.

Also… I have to admit that the other amazing thing is how liberal and free everyone seems to be. No one appears to be worried about anything.

There are happy, shiny faces all around me. No one seems to have a care in the world besides doing what they want with whomever they want.

Nine Inch Nails' Closer starts playing and everyone goes wild. I understand why they do because the song speaks of fucking like animals.

Pushing my anxiety aside, I dance when Mackenzie starts jumping up and down like everyone else.

We dance to the next couple of songs and I actually have fun. I’m about to suggest we get some more drinks when some guy in a Phantom of the Opera mask approaches Mackenzie and starts dancing with her.

He’s tall and built just the way Mackenzie likes her men, so of course she indulges him.

His friend, who is equally tall and muscular, tries to dance with me.

My nerves spike because I don’t think it’s a good idea to get too close to a masked man I don’t know in a sex club, but I dance with him. Then he becomes too touchy-feely for my liking. I’m not about to dig a deeper hole for myself so I politely move away from him.

I turn around to look for Mackenzie but she’s nowhere to be found.

I move around the dance floor searching for her among the crowd. Then head back to the bar, check the sofas, the balcony above, everywhere, but I can’t find her.

It’s like she disappeared and I’m reminded of the time we went to The Verge and she left me to hook up with a guy.

Shit, would she do that again?

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