Page 18 of Room One Hundred and Twenty Nine

I keep my eyes on her as we traverse the main floor. Parker reaches his hand out, and with a gentle smile, and she takes it. Their fingers interlock and I feel a pang of jealousy hit my stomach. I don’t know where Parker’s confidence comes from doing that. They’ve been developing a relationship for a while, so maybe it’s that. It’s a different approach than mine, which was to avoid her at all costs.

And even though I know deep down I have the option to avoid her now, I don’t take it. Despite the many reasons this is a bad idea, I let the selfish part of me take over. The part that wants to see what happens. What she likes. What she may do. Who she’ll do it with.

“What do you think so far?” Parker asks Haruko.

Her eyes land on a couple on a leather couch. A man is holding a leash connected to a collar around a woman's neck. She’s wearing only a pair of black swatches over her nipples and black panties. The man cups her face, and she melts into his touch.

“This is… really nice,” she says, looking around some more.

There’s a throuple sitting on a different couch. Two men and one woman. The two men sitting on either side of her touch her sensually, running their hands over her arms and legs and through her hair.

“Do you like what you see?” Parker asks, nodding to the throuple.

She nods, swallowing.

The man who's holding her hair uses his other hand to touch the other man’s knee and in return he gets an appreciative smile.

“What do you think, Haruko?” Nicholas says, pulling her gaze from them to him.

“I like that she’s getting so much attention, but also that they guys like each other. Kind of like the best of both worlds.”

A grin pulls at my lips. The words “we can give that to you” are right there, but I keep them to myself. We’ve barely just entered the club, and she’s still our employee and my best friend'sdaughter. He doesn’t know I go here, but if he were to find out I took his daughter here, he’d definitely kick my ass.

Next, we head to our favourite room at the club. Room 129.

Nicholas pushes the door open and Haruko gasps as she looks around.

The room is big and square with black walls and a black floor, both of which are reflective. There’s a fourposter bed with red sheets in the middle of the far wall. Two wooden nightstands bracket the bed. That’s where you’ll find the lube, clothes and other ointments for aftercare.

Three of the walls are opaque, but the wall on either side of the door has a curtain over it. Underneath is glass where outsiders can watch. Exhibition is what we like. Showing off our woman. A “look but don’t touch” kind of scene.

Along those opaque walls are toys of all sorts. Parker takes her to one of them and starts explaining to her what they are and what they do.

“This is a flogger.” He picks it up and hands it to Haruko, who grabs the handle with one hand and runs the leather strips over her other hand.

“It’s very smooth,” she says, handing it back to Parker, who returns it to the wall.

“Yeah, it feels pretty good on the skin,” he says. He picks up a ball gag next and hands it to her.

“What do you think of this?” he asks.

Her lips purse, and she shakes her head. “I’m not sure I like a gag. Might be a bit much for me.”

The tension in the room is growing as he shows her every toy. From dildos to nipple clamps. I pull at my collar, trying to get some air inside me. My dick is impossibly hard. And it gets harder every time a toy sparks her interest.

All three of us are fixated on her. I can tell by how Parker is biting his lip that he’s trying to keep cool. And the way Nicholas is silent, his arms crossed as if he doesn’t trust himself to keep them to himself. I understand. I want to touch her as well.

By the time we get to the end, I’m holding my breath, wondering what’s next. I look at Parker, hoping he has some sort of plan. After all, he’s the one who invited her. What did he think was going to happen? What did he want to happen?

Haruko chuckles nervously, probably sensing the nerves coming off us.

“What now?” she asks, turning to face the three of us.

“What would you like to do?” Parker asks.

“Well, this is your night. I was just tagging along.” She toes the ground and clasps her hands behind her back. I’m not sure she knows that move pushes her tits forward. I can see her nipples under her dress.

“I know,” Parker says, “but we’ve come here before. We’re familiar with what we want, but this is your first time. We want to know what you want.”

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