“Good choice.” I knew she would prefer the delights upstairs over a hangover tomorrow and an exhausted body. At least upstairs, she’d have some pleasure for any soreness she might experience tomorrow.
The door opened without either of us touching it, and we stepped through. It was like something out of an art-deco artists dream. Black iron railings, white marble tiles, and red carpet set off with statues on a multitude of surfaces, and paintings that the world didn’t even know existed, but would love to see.
I took her hand and we walked up the wide staircase to the first floor. From former trips, I knew the b**m was to the left, the more hardcore stuff that probably would frighten her away. To the right, we’d find group s*x, gay s*x, and a lot more that was, perhaps, tamer than the b*
