Page 50 of Salute, To Bravery
“Crazy, right? When I started working here, Darren told me my position was part hostess and part kink sommelier. It’s like a damn menu.”
I laugh at Gizzele, and my anxiety drops by half. “Thanks, it’s really intimidating.” I fan myself with the laminated card and then blow out a breath to make my choices.
Green - voyeurism.
I can get down with watching.
Light Blue - Oral
I check it off because foreplay is important to me.
Black - Everything
Definitely not. At least not the first time.
Pink - Fisting
Hell no.
Purple - Swinger/multi-partner
I think this one over and check it off because I’m not opposed.
Yellow - Water Sports
We aren’t even going to discuss this one, even though I’m not completely certain what it is.
Dark Blue - Impact play
I tap the paper and look around. That could mean so many things in here. There are so many items on the walls and tables, but I never mind a little spanking, so I check it off and pass her the paper without looking at the rest of the options.
“Alright, the lady wants green, light blue, purple, and dark blue. Excellent choices. Oh, hey, War, where did the boss man run off to?” Gizzele smiles behind me, and I turn with the bracelets clutched in my palm.
“He’ll be back. Ready?” His eyes drop to my picks, and he swallows hard.
“Too many?” I whisper sheepishly, and he shakes his head.
“No such thing.” He reaches behind Gizzele and grabs a black one, slipping it over his wrist.
HOLY SHIT.
“Don’t look so surprised, Jess. I have done more than serve my country.” He chuckles, placing his hand on my lower back.
“What would you like to see first?” His thumb is rubbing circles on my spine. I can’t remember how to breathe, let alone speak, at the moment.
So I point in a random direction, not really caring as long as he keeps touching me.
The crowd breaks apart to let us pass without much issue, and I take in all the different activities going on. On my left, the couple on the main stage are finishing up and talking with a few people. They look so comfortable being naked around so many onlookers that it’s crazy to me.
To my right are partitioned booths with heavy-looking curtains. Some are closed, but others, others are wide open, and there are different things happening in each. A couple just having dinner, a woman playing with herself as people standing outside watch, two men in an intimate embrace and that one makes me stop.
War glances down at me, and I hold up a finger.
“Did something catch your eye?” He tries to track where I’m looking.
“The two guys in that last booth,” I admit.
“Well, the curtain is open, which means they want watchers. Do you want to get closer?”
