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That explains the background check. I’m guessing they don’t let just any fool into a place like this. Hopefully they do their due diligence in screening, at least hopefully. It shouldn’t matter to me anyway, I think. It’s not like I’m fucking someone tonight, in the club or not.

We wander the large main room, admiring the dancers on each of the four stages. The women dancing wear huge locks around their necks. “What’s with the locks?” I ask Corrine.

“It’s Lock & Key. See the keys hanging over on the wall there?” she points to the far wall to our left. “You can pay for a key and choose whether it’s for one of their men or women on stage, or for one of the doors.”

I look around, wondering what doors she’s talking about. Then I see it. There are doors all around the perimeter of the large room, it looks like there’s at least ten of them.

“I think I need more to drink,” I say and pull Corrine in the direction of the nearest bar.

We both order martinis and make our way toward a stage. “She’s beautiful,” I whisper, looking over at Corrine. I see that my sister is already taking in the beauty of the dancer on stage. She’s slowly crawling toward the middle of the stage, her ass on full display in front of us. She turns and looks right at Corrine as she lays on her back and arches her torso, lifting her hips into the air and gyrating them up and down as her stiletto heels hold up her body. Corrine is next to me and I can feel her attention on the girl. She’s practically touching herself.

“Let’s look around more,” I say. She pouts but stands, following me deeper into the club. I glance up, seeing that there are balconies above with a premier view of all the activities happening down here on the main floor. I wonder what happens in those rooms as a door in the back catches my eye.

Chapter 34

Sebastian

We make our way back down to the main area and skirt the edge of the club bypassing the first door, where we saw the man from the stage carry his prize into.

“Do you have a preference on what door we walk through?” Xavier asks me.

“No. You?” I reply

“Nope. Let’s make this easy and pick the next one,” he says, while opening the door and walking through. “With any luck we’ll get through all of them and back up to VIP in time for me to watch the rest of the good…”

I walk through behind him, wondering why his words suddenly stopped and chuckle when I see.

“Looks like you won’t need to get back to any show brother. There's one right here waiting for you,” I say, slapping him on the back. “We could sit in here for just a few minutes before checking the other doors.”

“All around me” by Flyleaf vibrates seductively throughout the area. This room is different from the main one. It’s smaller and instead of the middle having a stage on it, it is a completely lowered circular section, leaving the outer area more of an above-viewing stage. There are four couches surrounding the area spaced evenly.

The set up is actually genius. No direct light hits the couched areas and they’re all facing the middle section like a spotlight, but there’s just enough lighting to cast shadows over all the couches so you can see whether the area is occupied but you can’t see exactly what is happening. Three of the couches are unoccupied while one looks to have two smaller figures, I’m assuming both are female, sitting in it.

Down in the middle area, there is a circular, plush bed of some sort big enough to fit probably eight grown men. Xavier claps me on the back and leaves me for one of the unoccupied couches, and I walk to another unoccupied couch directly across from where the two people on the other couch are sitting. Leaning back, I stretch out on the couch and watch the scene below.

There is one woman lying on her back, while another woman rides her face, leaning over the girl's belly. She is making out with a guy who is fucking the girl on bottom. Another guy is behind the girl on top fucking her. I’ve had my fair share of three, four, five, hell even six-somes but for some reason right now, this just isn’t doing it for me.

My thoughts keep going right back to Riley. I imagine me and her down on that bed and immediately shut down that thought when I realize there would be two other people with us. Fuck that shit, I don’t want to share her.

I look down, realizing my knuckles are grasping the side of the chair so hard they’re turning white. Anger courses through me at the thought of somebody else touching what’s mine. Mine? I think to myself questioningly, unsure I could ever call her that in the way things currently sit.

I shake my head and glance over towards Xavier's couch and notice a second figure sitting with him. He doesn’t waste any time, horny fucker. Turning back towards the scene, my eyes catch on the couch across and realize there’s only one small figure sitting there. I can’t see their eyes, but I can feel them boring into mine from across the room.

Chapter 35

Riley

“That one,” I say. “I don’t see the special lock on the outside.”

Corrine nods, it’s almost too loud to talk in here. But she follows me through the door into the room. It’s dark in here too, aside from spotlights on a huge round bed in the center of the room. It looks like a mass of bodies are combined and on full display to the spectators in the room. I pull Corrine to one of the couches meant for viewing and try to acclimate to the room.

The speakers are playing a sultry song and I see two women on the bed, both being fucked by two men but the whole thing doesn’t feel derogatory or anything, it feels… hot.

I realize I’m absolutely staring and I giggle to Corrine, “I see why you like these places.”

She nods and continues watching the show. I notice someone walking over to us and I adjust the mask on my face. I keep adjusting it, it was the one part of the outfit that made me feel secure about being in this kind of club. No one knew who I was.

“Ladies.” The man standing near our couch is tall, and though his face is half covered by what looks to be some type of animal mask, I notice his features seem familiar.

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