Though it was edging into evening, the skies weren’t yet the darkened shade that created that perfect sense of timing to comfortably indulge in sinful deeds, like the club promised, past the watchful eyes of God. But none of the club’s patrons seemed to care. They were fine with the 24/7 operation.
They traded in their phones for a strip of condoms each at the gate. The no-phones rule was there to strictly uphold the club’s no-recording policy, though she’d definitely seen a few videos slip through into the darkest corners of porn sites. That was why the masks were also a mandatory check to be ticked—for the sake of identity protection. Today, she felt elated by those policies, because in her mind, she was already sprawled on that stage enjoying a moment steamier than the one she shared w
