Page 7 of Turn Me On
His forehead wrinkled. “Will people know it’s there? How are they going to find the site?”
Twirling a curl around my finger, I replied, “I may have put the link in this month’s member newsletter.”
He shook his head. “But that goes out at the beginning of the month.”
“And?” I asked, dropping my head to the side.
“It’s been ready that long?”
I nodded. “I’ve been thinking about it for a while. And I knew tonight would be perfect for the launch, so I put that in the email.”
“How did you know I’d agree to it all?”
I raised one eyebrow at him.
He laughed, accidentally falling back onto his alabaster-coloured ass. “Because I’d do anything for you?”
“Well, yes, but it was your idea in the first place.”
He screwed up his face again, scratching the back of his strawberry-tinted blond locks. “It was?”
“You’re so pretty.” I laughed, cupping his cheek in my palm.
The grin that overtook his face showed almost all his teeth. My sweet man always basked in any praise. Truly, I knew he would be okay with it all because he was the most supportive man I’d ever met. After he brought it up months ago, it was a done deal; it was just a matter ofwhenI pulled the trigger.
Tonight was the night.
I’d already rigged multiple cameras in the exhibition room to get us from different angles. Adam gave me the go-ahead weeks ago to film in the club as long as we split the profits sixty-forty on all videos filmed on thepremises, and I was more than happy to make that agreement.
Later in the week, I’d stitch the videos together and upload it as premium content behind a paywall. Our little DIY videos we filmed in private would mostly be free for whoever subscribed, but AfterGlow content would be extra since it would take me a lot more time to edit. Regardless, I was practically bouncing out of my seat. This was what I wanted to do. Performing at the lounge had been the highlight of my adult life, and taking it one step further was a new journey we could embark on together.
Yes—tonight was the night, and nothing could get in the way.
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“Break a leg, babe,”I whispered, slapping Charlie on the ass.
She squealed, kissing me on the cheek, and skipped into the exhibition room to take her place on the raised platform bed.
The headboard was an enormous heart that took up almost the entire wall and was backlit in a soft pink. Cushions dotted the floor on every level of the room. The floor had been custom-built to different heights, almost like a series of layers in a cake. One with frilly decorations and piped roses and that fancy icing everyone loves. What was it called? Some sort of buttercream. Italian? French? Whatever the name, it was rich andcreamy and sweet. Just like Charlie’s pus—what was I thinking about?
Oh. The room. It was specially designed so that performances could happen simultaneously without being obscured by others. The tantra chair near the glass wall that separated the viewing room full of voyeurs from the performance area had been freshly reupholstered only a couple weeks ago. A new sex swing hung on the other end of the viewing wall. I’d snapped the last one. Sometimes, I had a hard time judging my own strength.
Oops.
Aside from Charlie, the real showpiece was the giant chandelier that hung from the middle of the ceiling. Hundreds of red and pink crystals dripped from the ceiling, casting a gorgeous multi-coloured rainbow across the space.
This was her second home, and she owned the room every time she walked into it. The red tassel curtains were still drawn tight, and I waited for the signal before pulling them back. Once that happened, the show would begin. Sometimes we started together, but tonight she wanted to start solo. Ididn’t blame her. She was smoking hot and wanted every single patron watching to know it. I was happy to wait in the wings until she needed me.
She flashed me a thumbs-up, and I hit the button on the wall that drew the curtains back automatically. As they slowly pulled away to either side, she was revealed to her waiting audience. Of course, the lighting was kept low in the voyeur area, so it could be hard to make out how many people could be watching each night. It was difficult to see unless someone was within one or two feet of the glass. But sheknew. There was always a crowd for her. Partners gawking while they rubbed against one another, solo members getting off while she did, and some people who simply observed in awe.
I popped out of the side door the staff used and stuck my head into the viewing room while Charlie began. More people than usual, undoubtedly thanks to the shibari demonstration from earlier this evening, but not so full that guests couldn’t feel like they had a bit of privacy.
Rushing back in, I took my place in the darkness of the wings. She was standing inthe middle of the bed, doing a strip tease of the little clothing she had on while the speakers pumped out a soft and sensual beat. She slipped her shoulders out of the cherry-red robe she was wearing before dropping it altogether, showing off the lacey pink number she’d had on in our room earlier.
Toys were already strewn across the bed, ready for whatever mood overtook her. She dropped to her knees, crawled toward the foot of the bed, and swung her legs over the end—spreading them wide for all to get a glance at the neon pink fabric still covering her plump, juicy cunt. In all honesty, I was waiting for the same thing.
