Page 44 of My Karmic Destiny

Evan offers his hand again to help me out of the low-profile sports car. His hand drops to the small of my back, protectively and possessively.

His side is pressed to mine, and I lean into him, feeling the connection between us growing.

He glances down and smiles at me. “So… you’d be interested in eventually going to a sex club with me and playing?”

“I don’t think I could do a stage show or anything, but once we figure out what works for both of us, then I’d be a great voyeur.” Actually, I could really get into watching. The scene with Evan and Kurtis still gives me the tingles.

“They have private rooms with different themes too.” He winks.

Holy hell. My body is coming alive with all this sex talk, which I’m still unfamiliar with. I’ve had a lot of negative experiences with sex, but with Dante, and now Evan, I’m starting to reclaim my own sexual nature.

“Yesterday, I thought dating three guys at once was a lot,” I explain where I’m at with all this. “But now? I’m considering fucking all of you at once, and perhaps at a club.”

“I’m happy to hear that you’re considering it.” He gives my side a squeeze and his lips land on my neck, just below my ear. He nibbles, and I squeak.

A part of the door slides opens at eye level, like a proper secret hideout. “Password?”

“Rope Bunny.”

The door swings open and a huge, gorgeous bouncer waves us in. He’s wearing an all black suit, a scar over his brow, and a serious expression. “Hey, Master Von. I hope you and your guest have a lovely evening.”

Evan nods at the greeting, and well wishes, then guides me down a dark hallway. I can hear music beyond a set of doors at the end.

“Von?” I ask.

“My play name here,” he explains.

“Oh, I see… Do you come here a lot?”

“I made my rounds a few times a month when I worked for Instant,” he says casually as he slows his pace and stops.

“Oh shit, did you do jobs for her—here?” I ask, wondering what kind of karma he unleashed for people that frequented this place.

“Nothing too big. But I outed people for being assholes.”

“So, did you fuck a lot of people here?” I try for nonchalant, but I doubt I nailed it. I never thought I’d be the jealous type, but now I understand wanting to keep someone or someones for myself. Perhaps commitment didn’t matter to me before when I didn’t really love the person I was dating, but now I’m in love with Dante and falling for Evan. If my budding feelings so far for Kurtis are an indication, I will fall for him, too.

“I never had my cock in anyone here, if that’s what you’re wondering. Just used… devices. My hand, on occasion, for spanking.” He pauses before we cross the club’s threshold. “I’ve been tested. I’m clear. And Kurtis is too.”

“I’m clear too. Dante, the same. And I’m on birth control.”

“Does that mean…” He raises his eyebrows.

“That I’m willing to go raw dogging?” I laugh. “Yeah.”

“I might have just come in my pants with that thought alone,” Evan jokes.

The doors open to a beautifully decorated, dimly lit space with plenty of dark alcoves and a stage in the far corner. There are chains and ropes hanging down.

A scantily dressed hostess greets us and shows us to a circular private booth with a high back and a view of the stage.

We snuggle as we watch the show, which mostly includes female performers with a couple of guys in the mix. There is a fun, whimsical vibe that puts me at ease. Yet, the beautiful bodies on display make me want to explore Evan’s.

I’ve seen him shirtless, but briefly, in passing in our communal bathroom. I never let my gaze linger too long. I never wanted to make it weird with the guys I worked with. First, because I didn’t want them to think I was interested. And then, after I hooked up with Dante, I didn’t want Dante to feel like I was still on the market. But fuck, is that what I am now? Still in shopping mode? Does that mean that Dante doesn’t really want me, since he isn’t being possessive anymore? Shit. My insecurities are bubbling up again.

I shake off my doubts and worries and focus on the man next to me. I appreciate how his dress shirt hugs his muscles perfectly. I realize even when Evan works out, he wears a t-shirt—unlike Dante, who flaunts his body whenever I’m around.

From what I can determine, he’s well-built and by the way Kurtis was gagging on his cock, he’s well-endowed too.

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