Page 5 of Haunted Love

“I umm . . . I’m sorry. I must sound like such a prude, but I really have no experience with any of this. Like at all. I’m still a . . . you know. A virgin,” I squeak out.

“That’s totally fine,” she says, pointing toward the paper in my hand. “We have every level of experience covered.”

My gaze drops again, scanning over the list and noticing that it’s kind of like a menu at a restaurant, but instead of food items, it’s a color-coded list of sexual preferences.

I gape at it. Reading over every single one and committing it to memory.

White. Virgin.

Yellow. Intrigued. Willing to be approached.

Orange. Willing to be touched.

Pink. Oral Sex.

Red. Vaginal Intercourse. Private.

Purple. Vaginal Intercourse. Public.

Violet. Bisexual/Gay. Open for same-sex experiences.

Light Blue. Anal sex.

Dark Blue. Multiple partners. Private.

Green. Multiple partners. Public.

Brown. BDSM. Submissive.

Black. BDSM. Dominant.

“Holy fucking shit,” I say under my breath.

“I think I’m going for green,” Becs tells me. “Maybe violet.”

My eyes widen with surprise, gaping at my best friend. “Really?”

“Uh-huh,” she says, eagerly nodding her head. “I’ve always wanted to push my boundaries. You know, I’ve had a few threesomes, and they’re great, but what if there were more guys, and all of their attention was solely on me? Or . . . I don’t know. Don’t you think it would be hot to experience being with a woman as well? While in front of other people where I’ll be put on display . . .”

She lets her thoughts trail off, but I see the thrill in her eyes, and shit. I’m jealous. I wish I had that kind of confidence to explore and push my boundaries, but being so new to all of this, I somehow doubt I’ll be taking the kinds of leaps and bounds that Becs is.

“What about you? What color do you want?” she questions, glancing over the paper again. “Are you ready to really do this? Or do you want to just watch and ease into it?”

“I umm . . . I’m not sure actually. Maybe I should go for pink. But then, because I’m still a virgin, aren’t I supposed to have the white one?”

“Yes,” Casey says. “So, in your case, you will select the white wristband to signify to our other patrons your level of experience, and then you will select another color, to determine what you’re willing to be involved with.”

“Oh, umm . . . in that case. Pink. No, wait. Red. No, pink. Shit. I uhh . . . red.”

“You sure?” Becs asks, more than amused by my indecision.

“Yes. I think so. Definitely red,” I say with a nod before swiveling my gaze back to Casey’s. “But like . . . what happens if I get in there and change my mind? Just because I have a red wristband, that doesn’t mean I have to go through with having sex, does it? I’m allowed to chicken out, right?”

Casey gives me a fond smile as if knowing exactly how to deal with nervous women like me. “Here at Vixen, all our guests are in control of their own sexual experiences,” Casey explains. “The wristband is only a guideline so that our patrons are aware of what you are comfortable with. At any time, consent can be given or taken away. It is your choice in what you participate in, whether that be publicly, or in a private room. And if you choose to explore further than what your wristband suggests, that is at your discretion. This is nobody’s experience but your own.”

“Oh,” I say, able to get on board with that, a thrill shooting through my veins and easing the nervousness. “And the private rooms?”

Casey smiles. “Our private rooms are scattered throughout the club. If the door is closed, it’s in use. Do not enter unless you’ve been specifically invited by the participants within the room. If the door is open, you have free rein to enter,” she explains. “Each room is themed. We have a few dark rooms, and being new to this lifestyle, I recommend starting there. You might be more comfortable. Our patrons’ safety is our top priority. You will be in good hands. The men who like to frequent our private rooms are quite skilled when it comes to understanding a woman’s . . . needs, and they will take care of your every desire.”

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