Page 107 of Magic or Madness

I roll my eyes to his back and return my attention to the conversation happening in front of me.

“Privacy from what?” Everyone’s eyes land on me, and my cheeks feel hot, like I’m being perceived as young or naive, but I genuinely don’t know …oh.

It clicks into place, and I scrunch my nose at Ozzy, thisisa sex club, after all.

“You want to have sex here?” I ask, my voice hushed and my cheeks certainly flushing various shades of embarrassed red.

“Let’s take it slow, okay? How about a drink and a little tour? I’m dying to see more than just the entryway,” he says, holding his hand out for me to take.

“A drink and a tour.” I lace my fingers into his, following his lead while everyone else disperses, and takes their own path through the club.

I try not to stare, but this place isfascinating.

Two guys lead a girl dressed in lacy lingerie through a set of double doors, which I assume are the backrooms, and they’re all laughing as they disappear beyond our view.

To my right, an older gentleman is flanked by two of the dancers, and he looks as if he’s the most powerful man in the room, his gray suit fading out in this otherwise decorated place.

“Hi, can I help you two with anything?” A hostess asks as we take our drinks from the bartender.

“It’s our first time, actually,” Ozzy answers, taking a step closer to me and ensuring I’m comfortable.

“Welcome! I’m Anna, can I show you around?”

We exchange a look, one that can be deciphered without words. Ultimately, Ozzy’s leaving the decision to me, and I nervously glance toward the oak doors I watched the throuple go through a few minutes ago, then back to the dancers on stage.

I’m so overwhelmed that I couldn’t possibly make a choice so soon into the evening.

“Um, no thank you. We’re free to explore on our own, right?” I clear my throat and nervously sip my drink, hoping she doesn’t see right through my clear role as an amateur.

“Of course. Just follow the signs and you’ll be taken to your heart’s desire.” She waves dramatically, smiling like she’sreciting a catchphrase, and escaping us faster than her claws latched on.

I let out a sigh of relief, thankful that I can be left alone with Ozzy.

“What would you like to do first, Bambi?”

“Can we dance?” I flash him my best smile, dimples and all, while knocking back my drink in an attempt to cure the nervousness flowing through me.

He doesn’t seem to notice, or at least, chooses not to point it out, leading us to the dance floor.

This is much different than a usual nightclub, the dancing is more sensual, and the women on stage captivate the room with each change of the song. They’re also in lingerie, which seems to be the dress code in this place, highlighting their bodies in ways that keep the crowd entranced, myself included. They all match, wearing either red or black lace, fishnet stockings, and very high heels.

Ozzy pulls me in close as the song slows down, the dancers exiting the stage for a break, and his smile is one I wish I could bottle up and keep forever.

“You’re very sneaky, Oswaldo,” I tease, and he groans, tipping his head to the sky at the use of his full name.

I wrap my arms around his neck, his hands meeting at my waist as we sway with the music. Our dance seems to last a lifetime, but cut short in the same breath, just like our first kiss at the diner.

“Isn’t it incredible?” He asks, his bottom lip folding between his teeth.

“Almost too much,” I breathe, the excitement sending a shiver through my body, reaching my bones.

“Are you ready to see the rooms? Some have signs allowing for watchers, others have ‘Do Not Disturb’ warnings,” heexplains and I nod, feeling warmed up enough to allow him to lead us through those ominous oak doors.

Once we cross the threshold, I feel like a different person. I was always afraid of sex, of it feeling good and expressing that, but Ozzy has blown that door wide open. So much so that we’re in a sex club, and I can peek through the window, catching a glimpse at other couples expressing their passion.

They’re comfortable enough allowing strangers to watch their intimate moments, and I bask in the beauty their bodies make together.

“Ozzy, this is …wow,” I whisper, and he squeezes my hand tighter.

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