Page 1 of Room Six

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Magnolia

Club Sin is a place where fantasies live. The heady scent of sex and lustful indulgences lend the night an aura of the forbidden. The second you walk into the room, you feel it. And when you’re a virgin like myself, the pulsating energy is unlike anything else available outside this setting.

Any other day I would indulge in the hit of adrenaline to my libido and find a quiet moment alone in my office. But tonight has to go off without a hitch and that rides on my shoulders as manager.

It hurts to always be the wallflower, but it’s nothing new to me. It’s been this way since I can remember and that’s fine. Like always the bridesmaid and never the bride, I’ll always be the organizer and never the participant.

At least I am damn good at what I do.

I step through a curtain of red roses sprayed in gold to find a fairy tale land behind the floral wall.

I stick to the far wall, blending into the shadows. I shouldn’t be here. I already checked over my masterpiece, but I just had to see the dancers perform.

My heart gives a small quiver when a masked woman passes in front of me. It’s not her bare body that catches my attention. It’s how her Dom parades her beauty in front of the other men that has my breath hitching. He’s proud of her and it is shown in the way he holds his shoulders pinned back and the hint of arrogance at the corners of his mouth.

I look beyond them to see the four large chandeliers line the center of the ballroom. They are dimmed low as I instructed. Luscious golden light bathes the open space to create a sensual vibe to play off the accents of gold throughout the ballroom.

Tonight is solely about pleasure. By participating in tonight’s event, the unspoken rule is every inhibition and boundary is forfeited.

For the next eight hours only two rules govern this part of Club Sin.

The first is you must never remove your mask.

Anonymity is where inhibitions are set free and I want everyone here tonight to live their wildest fantasies without fear. It’s through them I live vicariously so I want every member here to experience everything I never will.

But it is the second rule that holds the most power—under no circumstance is anyone allowed to offer their name nor ask. What happens here tonight is to never leave this ballroom.

It’s a promise made and kept by all participating members.

Outside of those two rules, anything goes and the members of Seattle’s Club Sin are very good at following the rules.

Low thumping music feeds the rhythm of the night and everywhere you look someone reaches their peak.

Toward the center of the large ballroom, elegantly poised women dipped in glitter and wearing nothing more than black masks glide barefoot over the polished marble in a slow, sensual dance. Their fully aroused partners bend, kiss and direct their women with fluid ease. Before the night is up, all those sweet edible flecks of gold will be on the tongues of the members.

The sight is breathtaking to witness. It took me three months to find professional dancers willing to perform within our set of conditions, but the visual treat is worth all the extra late nights it took to organize.

Masked members recline on overly large settees positioned along the perimeter of the ballroom. We didn’t bother with tables. Why when the usual hors d’oeuvres and champagne are not on the menu tonight.

A petite redhead in particular catches my eye. The way she has five men twice her size in bow ties and nothing else tending to her every desire is a woman’s dream come true. If they are a Club Sin member that is.

I pay little attention to the men. It’s her expression of bliss that captivates me. It is the way she indulges in the feel of their hands and tongues teasing and caressing over every inch of her exposed body without the fear of judgment.

A ripple of envy moves through me, but no matter how jealous I am they are impossibly intoxicating to watch.

“You’re too beautiful to hide in the shadows.”

My heart rate spikes. I draw in a sudden breath of surprise.

Electricity skates over my senses. It is like ice on overly heated skin. I can’t describe it any other way.

And then the mystery man’s scent replaces the millions of red roses filling the ballroom.

Warm, exotic and raw male. “Please tell me, beautiful, that you are unspoken for.” I shift my body to find an elegant man a couple of paces away from me. My brows pull together when I find his dark, captivating gaze with mine.

“My night would be in ruins if you tell me some lucky son-of-a-bitch has already claimed you. You can lie to me. I won’t mind. Just tell me the ring on your finger is for decoration and I’ll take you at your word.”

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