Page 113 of The Blind Date

“As long as they don’t ask for any participants from the crowd, I have no issues,” he laughed, and we kicked back and watched the show. Well, if you could even call it that.

The two naked men on the stage soon became three. The score was evened out when three equally naked women walked onto the stage. I had to admit, I expected an orgy, but when the women threw the men to the floor and proceeded to spray them with hoses of whipped cream they picked up from the sides of the stage, I could hardly believe my eyes.

As if that wasn't bizarre enough, they grabbed even more supplies which magically appeared on the sides of the stage. The crowd became secondary as the nude women began dressing the men in Sunday toppings: sprinkles, fruit, ice cream, and multi-coloured sweet sauces.

“I feel bad for the suckers who didn’t get seats up here,” Horatio snickered loudly.

"It's messy, but also oddly engaging,” Jeremy murmured, and when I glanced to the right, he and Alina looked just as engrossed in the show as we were.

“Just you wait,” Horatio snickered. “Things are just getting started.”

Returning our attention to the show, I was surprised to find the stage completely cleared of whipped cream. In its place was Nutella, but in the dim lighting, it might as well have been something else, and I would have been none the wiser.

The substance was far more slippery than Nutella as the men and women, in all their naked glory, flopped onto their bellies and slid across the stage. The brown substance spilt over the edges and splashed the people sitting in the front row. Many of them stood up in protest, and one of them even tried to leap at one of the performers on the stage, but the security guards caught him in mid-air and dragged him away.

The show wasn’t as erotic as I initially thought, and I didn't understand why they needed to be naked for it, but by the end, my face and stomach hurt from laughing so much.

“I can’t believe I’m admitting this, but there was something oddly erotic about that,” Cedric bowed his head to whisper to me as we were ushered out of the basement to make way for the next show that was set to start soon.

“You better not get any ideas,” I laughed, squeezed his hand, and led him to the dance floor. After sitting all day at work, and then for that show, I needed to move. “As entertaining as it was, I have no idea what happened.”

“Me neither,” Cedric snorted. “But I think we’re better off not knowing.”

“Dance with me?”

Something dark and hungry flashed in his eyes. “You don’t even have to ask, darling.”

I grinned and tugged on his hand, making our way through the large crowd of gyrating bodies to find a spot where we could move without bumping into any other couples.

The music was loud and upbeat. Women were grinding against their partners who danced around them, but it appeared Cedric had other plans. He squeezed my hand and twirled me away from him. Before I could complain, he reeled me back in. I huffed as he curled me into his chest and swayed us softly from side to side–definitely not to the beat of the music.

“We’re slow dancing in a crowd full of grinding bodies,” I whispered into his chest, craning my head back to stare at him.

“And doesn’t that make things far more special?” He smiled at me, dipping his head to press his lips against mine. Before I could truly get into it, he twirled me away from him once again. We alternated between gently swaying as we held each other, to doing the little tango and rumba we had picked up from Strictly Come Dancing the other night.

At that moment, nothing else mattered. No one else mattered. Just Cedric and me.

It felt like we were the only two people in the world.

“I’m falling in love with you,” I whispered, bracing my hands on his chest when he twirled me back into him.

The moment the words passed my lips, my body froze in his arms. When Cedric froze as well, I began to panic.

What was I thinking? We had only been seeing each other for a month! It was far too soon for love, but I couldn’t take the words back. Not when I knew them to be nothing short of the truth.

“Rationally, it’s probably too early for us to be in love,” Cedric whispered back after a few moments, dipping his head to press a soft, reassuring kiss to my mouth. I could taste on his tongue that there was something else he wanted to say.

"But?" I whispered in a hopeful tone.

“But I’m falling in love with you, too, darling.”

My heart hammered at his confession, filled with so much love and care for this man. When he entwined our fingers and dragged me off the dance floor and toward the bathroom, my whole body lit up with eager anticipation.

I knew what he wanted, and I eagerly scoped out the ladies’ bathroom to ensure it was empty before he locked the door behind us.

“I’ve been hard for you ever since I ate your pussy, darling,” Cedric murmured in a low baritone, his eyes dark and hungry as he stalked toward me.

I gulped in wanton need and took a step back. He matched each step until my back pressed into the bathroom counter, and he effortlessly lifted me onto it.

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