Chapter 16
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My heart dropped when she said those words. I looked in the direction of her gaze.
And there he was. Nate. He’s dressed in a white button down and black slacks that molded to his hips. There’s something dangerous in the way he walked over to our table. He’s a beast searching for his next prey.
There’s a lump in my throat. Amelia’s hand squeezed my thigh and I readjusted.
Nate slid into the chair to my right. He grinned down at me.
“I hope you don’t mind company tonight.”
I opened my mouth, confused as to whether he was talking to me or to Amelia, but I don’t get the chance. The music upstairs cuts off and all that can be heard is the low thump of the club downstairs.
There’s another door beside the stage that looks like it leads to a production area. It opens and the man who’d been talking to Xander in an urgent manner walked out. At the same time, Xander joined the two strippers on the stage. The man went back through the door, a frown pulling at the corner of his mouth.
The strippers sauntered off the stage and knelt beside a man sitting alone. I stared as they both rested their heads on the man’s lap.
“Welcome,” Xander said. I had to force my eyes away from the women and the man.
A smirk curled at the corner of his mouth. "Before the main act begins, I would like to remind all of my wonderful guests of the rules."
Another hand, larger with a strong grip, grabbed my right thigh. My breath caught as it hiked higher until fingertips met the joint connecting my leg to my hip. Amelia's hand seemed to sync with the other hand. They mirrored one another, moving towards my crotch. I didn't know what to do with my hands. I resisted the urge to smack the hands away. Even though I was scared of where this was heading, I also didn't want to make things awkward.
"No filming. All phones must be concealed at all times." Xander turned serious. I tried to focus on what he was saying, but the hands on my thighs were hard to ignore. "No touching. Whatsoever."
He grinned. It sent a shiver down my spine. Something about him made me feel off, but I couldn't quite place what it was. Though it just might have been because this whole place was giving me weird vibes. The strippers had been the tip of the ice berg. I'm sure the main show would make things clearer but probably would also freak me out.
The lights dimmed. They gleamed over his face. He grinned.
“Let’s begin.”
A soft beat played. Smoke crawled across the stage. Xander stepped back and disappeared. From where he exited a woman wearing only underwear like the strippers walked out on her hands and knees. There were soft collars from the audience.
Nate leaned down. His lips brushed my ear.
“She’s a favorite.”
I looked up at him. His eyes burned into mine. I licked my lips.
“Is she yours?”
The mystery around this place and him pulled me in. He was different here. When he was my teacher he seemed like a different person. And the Nate I met was buried under a man that screamed of danger. Amelia and the entire room vanished as my gaze fell to his lips. I wanted him so much that it was painful not having him pressed against me. There was nothing else I wanted in that moment.
He pulled away. The smallest of smiles pulled at the corner of his mouth. I was mesmerized by it.
“Watch the show.” He tapped my cheek.
I did as he said. My heart was racing as I tried to focus on the woman crawling onto the stage.
She stopped in the middle and turned so we could only see her back.
Then, from the smoke rolling around her, a fit man walked out. He was lean, not entirely muscular and didn’t have abs. There was a black mask covering his features and his black curly hair fell around the edges of the mask.
He stood over the girl. She tilted her head to him. Her dark short hair fell around her shoulders. He reached out and brushed her face.
The moment slowed. The scene playing out in front of me was intoxicating. Nothing was happening but also everything was happening. I had a feeling I knew where this was going.
I’d fallen into a s*x club.
The man pulled a piece of black silk from the front pocket of his pants. He ran it through his hands, across his palms, and then across her face. He let it spread out while holding the ends with his hands.
“Turn,” he said. His voice wasn’t loud. It didn’t need to be.
She obeyed him without hesitance. She was under a spell. I didn’t know I wanted the same until then. She turned with grace, like a feather or the silk above her head.
He tied the silk over her face. She bit her lip as he pressed against her back. Once he tied it, he let his hands run down her shoulders and down her arms. He gripped her wrists, tightening his grip until she began to squirm. Her n*****s hardened as she wiggled. The black panties and pantie hose left nothing to be imagined. The black garter belts dug into her thick thighs. She widened her knees.
I swallowed as I noticed the hole cut out in her underwear.
The man tied a blindfold over her face. She bit her lip as he pressed against her back. Once he tied the black silk blindfold, he let his hands run down her shoulders and down her arms. He gripped her wrists, tightening his grip until she began to squirm. Her n*****s hardened as she wiggled. The black panties and pantie hose left nothing to be imagined. The black garter belts dug into her thick thighs. Her thighs widened.
I swallowed as I noticed the hole cut out in her underwear.
The man stood up. I couldn't see much behind his black mask, but I'm sure not many cared what he looked like. His body was enough for their hungry eyes.
I looked around the room, but it was still too dark. Though, as I thought that, I saw the man with the two strippers clearer than the rest. The women knelt between the man's spread legs. He wasn't paying attention to them, but they didn't seem to care. They bobbed their heads in a steady rhythm, taking turns to bob down. It didn't take me longer than a second to understand what was going on.
They were giving him a blowjob. Right here. In public.
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