Was this why Brady liked coming here? I’d been so focused on what Brady liked that I hadn’t considered what I liked.
Maybe I’d discover some things about myself that I’d never expected to find.
But I also knew I needed to be careful walking in these stilettos. I nearly face-planted when I started walking toward the long hallway. I caught myself in the nick of time, laughing it off when a man and a woman stopped to help me.
“I didn’t see that bump in the rug,” I said, waving a hand.
The woman cocked her head to the side. “A bump?” She looked down at the floor and frowned. “I don’t see anything.”
I didn’t stay to explain. The last thing I needed was to gain a reputation as a total klutz instead of the sexy, mysterious woman I wanted to portray.
I was soon distracted by all the scenes. I passed by a large orgy, and then I saw a man tied up and hanging from the ceiling as another man sucked him off.
I stopped in front of a threesome with one woman and two men. I watched as both men fucked the woman: one man under her, one man on top of her.
The woman was moaning and writhing as two huge dicks pounded into her. A flush rose on my cheeks as I watched.
I’d never even considered doing something like that. It was hard to believe people enjoyed threesomes like this outside of staged porn.
The two men kept fucking the woman until she started shaking. The man on top had to pull out when the woman came so hard that she squirted.
“Oh my God!” the woman kept saying over and over again. She started coming again only moments later. Her entire body was flushed. The man underneath her pulled her hair back and sucked on the side of her neck as his hips moved faster and faster.
Standing there, watching this, I felt like I was feverish. I pressed a hand to my cheek. When a man next to me caught my eye, he shot me a devilish smile that, to my surprise, went straight to my pussy.
Christ, I’d had no idea I could be so horny. And, of course, the thought of sex inevitably made me think about sleeping with Brady, and I had to tear my gaze away from the threesome scene to catch my breath.
My heart was pounding so hard that I felt a little dizzy. I found a quiet, dark corner to take a few deep breaths. I felt overwhelmed, confused, and, most of all, extremely turned on.
I went to the bathroom to press a cold paper towel against my forehead. After washing my hands, I returned outside, telling myself that I should definitely get a drink before things got too out of hand.
As I passed by what felt like hundreds of people, I wondered how everyone could seem so cool and collected. Or had theybeen here so many times that they weren’t discombobulated by what they saw?
I went to the bar and ordered a vodka cranberry, my latest obsession, along with an ice water for good measure.
After drinking the water down so fast I gave myself a brain freeze, I started sipping my cocktail, and a man sat down next to me.
He was dressed in black pants and a white shirt, the collar open. He looked like he’d come straight from his office and had just taken off his tie before he’d arrived.
He also didn’t wear a mask. He was handsome, his jaw chiseled, his dark hair curling a bit. When he smiled at me, I couldn’t help but smile back.
“I’ve never seen you here before,” he said smoothly. He glanced at my drink. “Would you like another drink once you finish that one?”
“Maybe. We’ll see what happens.”
His eyes flashed at my flirtatious tone. He leaned closer to me, and I could smell his cologne, a woodsy scent.
“I’m into pain,” he said, nearly making me choke on my drink in surprise. “Do you have a favorite kink?”
“Um. I’m not sure. I’m still discovering what I like.” After a pause, I asked, “You like giving pain? Receiving?”
“Giving. Definitely giving.”
I cocked my head to the side. “I’m curious. How did you figure that out? Was it something you were always interested in, or did it surprise you when you decided it was your kink of choice?”
The man chuckled. “Is this an interview?”
I flushed. “Sorry. I’m just insanely curious.”