Page 7 of First Time

He nods again and a part of me is nervous to explain it all to him. Even though I haven’t done anything in the sex rooms, it feels like a sin just to talk about it. The more I think about them, the more I want to experience what Society X has to offer.

“Okay,” I say, releasing a quick breath. “On the other side of the club, there are exclusive rooms. You have to pay a membership fee to join, pass a background check, and answer a bunch of questions. It’s legit, though. It’s how the club makes all its money.” Brent watches me with curiosity, and I clear my throat before continuing. “There are three rooms. The Dark Room is where people go in and have anonymous sex.”

Brent’s eyes widen. “Seriously?”

I nod in reply. “It’s the most highly sought out room in the club.”

“What are the others?” he asks.

“Well, we have the Viewing Room, which is self-explanatory. You can watch an orgy, participate in it, or request a show of your choosing. It can be anything.”

“Wow,” Brent breathes, his mouth dropping open. “If I was a member, I could request to watch three women together?”

“Yep,” I answer. His cheeks redden and I smile. “Do you want to become a member now?” He doesn’t answer which makes me wonder what’s going through his mind.

“So, what’s the third room?”

This one will surely make his face turn bright red. “It’s the Play Room,” I say. “Think sex toys, whips, chains, and whatever else you can think of.”

Brent drops his gaze to the ground. “Do you bring your spouse or significant other?”

“No,” I reply. When he looks at my face, I shake my head. “It’s all anonymous here. Members can make requests, but the other party has to accept the invite. You can’t bring someone in off the street. And there are strict rules.”

His brows furrow. “Rules?”

“Yep. Break them and you’re out.”

He steps closer, his eyes darkening in a way I’ve never seen on him before. “Have you been in any of the rooms?”

The breath hitches in my lungs as he stares at me with an intensity that makes me tremble. “No, not like that.”

“Are you ever going to?”

“I’ve thought about it,” I confess truthfully, knowing I have no reason to lie to him. “The only problem is getting matched with the right partner. I’m not the kind of woman who likes to be manhandled. I like to take control and it’s hard to find a guy who can give in to that.”

“What if there is someone out there like that? What would you do?”

The thought makes me smile. “I’d have one hell of a good night.”

THREE

Brent

The walk back to my hotel is slow. Painfully slow because all I can think about is Scotlyn, the club, and the things she told me. There’s no other way to put this, I’m a prude. Never in a million years would I have walked into Society X, intending to have sex with a woman. Hours ago, I would’ve run for the hills.

Now, I’m curious.

Once inside the hotel lobby, I make my way to the elevator and take it up to my floor. I’m thankful I’m at one of those hotels that offer extended stays and have rooms with kitchenettes built in. Being here means I don’t have to go out every night for dinner or order takeout. I can cook. Granted, it’s a tiny stove with only two burners, but it’s just me. It’s not like I’m making Thanksgiving dinner or anything.

Inside, I set my key down on the small island and make my way into the bathroom. The stand-up shower beckons me, inviting me in. I turn on the water and strip, ignoring my slack penis. He was awake earlier, when I was talking to Scotlyn and she detailed what happened in the club. I look down at myself and then at my reflection in the mirror.

Standing there, I turn my head to the side and give my hair a little flip before running my hands through it. My hairdresser tells me women like the mussed-up look and in order to achieve it, I should add gel to my hair. I haven’t, but now maybe I will. I have abs. Not six, but four, and according to the guys at work, four-packs are the way to go. So, what if they’re talking about beer? Four-packs are in and so is that damn trail of hair leading to my nether region.

Stepping back, I study the mirror and my penis . . . cock. Say cock! He jumps in a hey I’m here, play with me sort of way. Being raised the way I was, fornication is for procreation, and good boys and girls don’t do anything considered dirty.

Touching yourself is dirty.

I can hear my grandmother’s voice now.

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