Page 6 of Sacred Vow
“Promise,” I laugh. “I’ll even suck a dick or two just for you.”
“That’s the spirit.”
Rebecca opens the big door and the sultry music from inside flows through to the reception area. Chloe loops her arm through mine again, practically buzzing with excitement, and as we step over the threshold and into the club, I feel the vixen inside of me come alive.
God, I love it here.
“Drink first?” I ask Chloe.
“Please,” she says, her gaze already shifting around the club.
It’s a Saturday night, and it seems every member has come to indulge in the captivating atmosphere that Vixen offers. The lights are dimmed, creating the best mood lighting any club could ask for, and there’s an electricity in the air that vibrates through the thrum of the music.
There are people everywhere.
Men hit on women at the crowded bar, chatting them up and finding out what they’ve come here to experience, while other couples are well past the introductory phase and are already naked in the smaller booths. There are bigger areas intended for groups, which are all very much in use, each one at various stages of their party.
I see women lounged over love seats with men on their knees, spreading their legs as far as they’ll go and enjoying the buffet, while other women are down on their knees giving the pleasure.
My tongue rolls over my bottom lip taking it all in.
There’s no doubt about it, it’s a wild night here at Vixen.
Everything my little mind could ever think of is playing out within this room. There’s even an inground spa with a threeway occupying its luxurious waters, though every time I see that spa, I can’t help but wonder just how often the water is drained and replaced. Knowing Izaac, he’d make sure it was done on a daily basis, yet I still can’t bring myself to get in.
As Chloe and I walk the long way around to the bar, a woman in the far corner catches my attention. Three shirtless men are slowly stripping her down to her birthday suit, and they seem to want nothing more than to worship her. She’s about to have the night of her life.
If only we could all be that lucky. Though in a club like Vixen, we absolutely can. That’s the purpose of this club and the very reason I love it so much. Men and women from all over the state come here to live out their wildest fantasies, and it’s the most electrifying thing I’ve ever experienced.
Chloe gazes at the sights around us, and just as we approach the elegant bar, a man stands and offers his hand to the woman beside him. She takes it with a secretive smile, and as they wander away, Chloe and I slip in to take their vacated seats.
“Holy shit,” she says, swiveling in the bar stool and looking out at the array of man candy around us. “I’ve never seen so much prime dick in the same place.”
She’s not wrong. There’s dick everywhere, and from what I can tell, even the soft ones are impressive.
“See any that you’re interested in?”
Her gaze continues shifting around the room, and I see the very moment someone catches her eye. “Oooh,” she says, discreetly nodding toward a man across the bar. “What do you think?”
Glancing over my shoulder, I take in the dark-haired man. He’s a tall drink of water in a black dress shirt, unbuttoned at the top with a gold chain that hangs low on his well-defined chest. He looks like a sexy Italian mob boss, and that’s just the kind of man that Chloe likes. Me, personally? I’d climb him like a tree, but despite being absolutely perfect, he’s not quite the meal I’m looking for tonight.
“The question is, how well do you think he eats pussy?”
“Tilly!” Chloe seethes at me in a whisper.
I can’t help but laugh and am let off the hook when the bartender moves in front of us. “What can I get for you?”
“Vodka, lime, and soda for me,” I say before glancing at Chloe.
“Uhhhh . . . I’ll take a Moscato,” she murmurs before cringing. “Actually, hit me with two shots of Tequila first. I think tonight is a liquid courage kind of night.”
The bartender laughs but doesn’t judge, telling me he’s more than seen his fair share of nervous women at his bar. “Coming right up.”
We get our drinks, and I watch in amazement as Chloe takes her shots one after the other without even a hint of hesitation before washing it down with her Moscato. We chat mindlessly about my upcoming finals, but once she’s halfway through her drink, her attention becomes more focused on the Italian stud at the other end of the bar.
“Why don’t you go talk to him?”
Her eyes widen in horror, and it’s almost as though I just suggested she stand up on the bar, strip down to her birthday suit, and give herself an enema right here for everyone to see. “What? No. Are you insane? I can’t do that. Besides, there’s not nearly enough alcohol in my system for that yet.”
