Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26178 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26178 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
Pulling back, I rest my forehead against Jemima’s and squeeze my eyes shut, taking a moment to rein myself in before things get out of hand. “Want to go to a club?”
“What kind of club?” she asks, her voice ragged and breathy from our kiss.
“The kind where I can show you off, and other people might see us and get jealous.”
She pulls back and looks at me, biting her bottom lip. “And why would they be jealous?”
“Because they’ll wish they were the one making you scream their name, and not me.”
Her eyes flare and her cheeks grow more flushed and I know she’s on board. “I think that sounds hot. Yes, I think I’d like that, Bruce.”
With that, we’re off. I direct the driver to take us to a nearby club called Luxor. The club is dark and discreet from the outside, but the inside is an exhibitionist’s dream. Keeping my arm around Jemima’s waist, I lead her inside, and hear her suck in a sharp breath once we step through the doors.
The club is dark, but certain areas are lit for maximum exposure, and it’s clear there’s hedonism everywhere. Figures twist and pant, their skin slick with sweat and oil. Jemima’s eyes go wide, and I pull her more securely against my side. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. We’re not ready for that, but there’s a room I have in mind that will be perfect.”
She turns to me.
“Do you go to places like this often?”
I think for a moment, but decide to be honest.
“No, not exactly. But sometimes when I come into the city, I like to indulge, and yes, I have standing memberships at various play parties around town.”
Jemima gasps, her eyes like saucers.
“So Nostradamus wasn’t new for you then.”
I chuckle deep in my throat.
“No, it wasn’t the first club that I’ve been to, although I’ve never been to that one in particular. Generally, I come to the ones in Manhattan because they’re better,” I say simply. “More luxe, more elegant, more everything. I also like to keep work and play separate, so I generally stay away from the offerings in Atlantic City.”
Then, I take Jemima’s hand and lead her up a set of spiral stairs. A dark, narrow hallway greets us, which then opens up into a large room where the walls are lined in black leather with flickering golden sconces at intervals. There are velvet-colored couches scattered about and in the center is a large bed on a dais, with two nude women and a man enjoying themselves.
“Oh my God!” Jemima gasps. “Are they…?”
I nod. “Yes, indeed, sweetheart. They’re putting on a show for the crowd, but never fear because we’re not joining them.” Instead, I point towards the far corner. “Come on, let’s take those sofas. We’ll be mostly hidden, but as you can see, everyone in this room has a view of the dais.”
She follows me to the darkened corner, and I seat her on the couch before getting up to pull some sheer curtains in place. Basically, guests can adjust the fabric to allow for more or less privacy as needed, and right now, I want just enough to make Jemima feel protected, while also allowing us to see the figures writhing in the main display.
Then, I sit back on the sofa and pull Jemima into my lap as we watch the show. At the moment, one of the women is on her hands and knees, breasts swaying, as the man pushes into her from the back. The other woman is kneeling behind him, playing with his balls as all three moan in ecstasy.
“Is this good?” I murmur in Jemima’s ear.
She tucks her curls behind her ear and nods, still scandalized.
“Yes, but what’s going to happen with these folks?”
I think for a moment.
“Both women are going to take him inside,” I say in a slow voice. “Does that turn you on, honey? Sharing your man’s hardness with another woman? Seeing me buried in someone else’s sweet spot?”
She shakes her head.
“No, because I don’t want to share you, Bruce. But I don’t mind if other people do it.”
I bend to give her a slow, lingering kiss. “Then we’re good because I’m all yours, honey.” We watch some more, surrounded by other shadowy figures as the tableaux in front of us plays out.
“Do you come to Luxor a lot? I mean, this club in particular?” my date whispers into my ear. I can tell Jemima’s aroused because there’s the scent of her honey in the air, and her nipples are pebbled and hard. I reach out to tweak one, and she lets out a breathy moan.
“Sometimes,” I admit. “Again, I tend to indulge when I’m in the city, but I have multiple memberships so I don’t always come to Luxor in particular. But if you’d like to explore, honey, I’m game. I can always bring a female guest.”