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  I parked myself on the cushy second floor sofa where I hoped for a little time to myself, or to be approached by some horny, good-looking chick.

  I was flexible.

  Turned out, I didn’t have to wait long. A tall redhead wearing only stilettos, a thong, and a half mask paraded by, throwing me a little smile. She wandered to the back to another bar and assorted playrooms. Her ass jiggled just the smallest amount as she walked away, and my cock jerked to life in my trousers.

  Chapter 14

  Saffi

  I killed some time at the bar gabbing with Nelle until it was a reasonable hour to make an appearance at Club Silk. I yawned to kick off my exit. “Gosh, I’m pooped.”

  “Me, too. Let’s take off,” Nelle agreed.

  We headed for the door, but before reaching it, I stopped. “You know what, Nelle? Before I hit the road I’m gonna visit the ladies’ room.” I gave her a quick peck on the cheek, and she left.

  In the restroom, I dug into my makeup bag and proceeded to remove my working girl face and replace it with…what? My sex club face? I carefully re-did my makeup with an eye to creating a sexy, dramatic look. The YouTube videos I’d watched on applying “evening makeup” were paying off. I didn’t look like a harlot, at least I didn’t think so, but I didn’t look like a nun, either.

  I pulled a small can of hairspray out of my purse and shot it over the top of my hair. As it dried, I brushed and teased it into something I hoped was alluring. It was the best I could do.

  Done primping, I headed out. The bartender did a double take at my quick makeover.

  Whatever, dude.

  On the drive across town to the old warehouse district, I couldn’t decide whether I was scared, nervous, or excited. Now that I’d been to the club once, I knew better what to expect, and in some ways that was more intimidating, although I couldn’t figure out why.

  Regardless, I had a good feeling, despite a crappy day at work. Things could be worse. I could be heading to a baseball game for eight-year-olds. Instead, I was going to a freaking sex club. Wait until the rest of the paper found out how ballsy I was, and how well I could write a story.

  That’ll show ’em.

  Yeah, right. Truth was, until there was some other unlucky slob to pick up the Chinese food, I’d be stuck with doing it.

  At a costume store, I’d found one of those cool Venetian half-masks some of the others at the club wore. It was painted with a crackly effect intended to make it look old and was embellished with gold swirls, crystals, and glitter. At the center top, a fleur-de-lis ornament soared several inches above my head. It was super cool. It made me feel exotic and mysterious.

  I rang the bell, and just like last time was admitted by Miss M. “Why, B! Lovely to have you back. Oh, and look at your mask. So very glamorous,” she said.

  “Thank you. I’m really excited about trying it out.”

  I adjusted the mask until it was comfortable and I could see as well as could be expected. Clearly, I’d need to be extra careful on the stairs. And other places. I didn’t want to step on any body parts.

  “I understand a sense of anonymity can be very freeing.”

  Okay, I pulled that one out of my ass.

  “I could not agree more,” M said, stepping closer.

  She bordered on creepy, no question about it.

  She continued. “I was hoping that sometime this evening you might accompany me to my office for a little chat. We can get to know each other better.”

  What? Why?

  “That would be great, Miss M,” I said with a cool smile, hoping I was successfully hiding my unease.

  I placed a hand on her arm, like we were total buds. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m in the mood to…explore.”

  Oh yeah.

  After that mini convo with Miss M, my confidence crept back. Guess I figured if I could handle her, the rest of the scene would be a piece of cake. So I strolled through the place like I owned it, carrying a confidence I was missing in my first visit. For one, I knew what to expect, and two, being incognito rocked. The ability to wear a mask—and a glamorous one at that—brought new meaning to my undercover investigation.

  Thanks, Club Silk, for making my job easier.

  The first floor, in all its velvet glory, was getting a bit crowded for my taste, so I wove through the bodies to get to the mezzanine.

  The open stairs provided a perfect view of the club-goers below, and I stopped to take it all in. In one quiet corner, a woman in nothing more than high heels rode a man seated on a giant, plushy chair. He was completely dressed except for the trousers puddling around his ankles. His gaze was locked with hers in a combination of wonder and satisfaction. I slowed my ascent as the man’s expression morphed, his teeth gritted, lips bared, hollering, “Oh, fuck, yeah.”

  I’d been holding my breath watching the two, and when I finally took a deep inhale, I unclenched the fists that had pressed my nails into my palms. Could I be that woman, having great sex and a guy who adored me, to boot?

  I finished my climb to the second floor on shaky legs, but not before I saw that others had also stopped what they were doing to watch the flushed and sweaty pair.

  Who could tire of watching a hot couple get it on?

  The second floor mezzanine wasn’t too crowded, at least not yet. The bartender looked bored out of his mind, and his face brightened when I approached him. “What will you have, my lovely lady?” he asked.

  “Hi. Thanks. I’ll have…some bubbly, if you don’t mind.”

  “Coming right up,” he said, reaching into the cooler.

  As he went through the motions of serving me, I decided to try my luck at getting some info out of him.

  He handed me a champagne flute.

  “Thank you.” I tried to be flirty and demure. “What’s your name?”

  “All the help are called O,” he said with a smile. “And you are?”

  “I’m B.”

  He extended his hand. “Hello, B. Welcome. You’re new, aren’t you?”

  “I am. How long have you been working here?”

  “Couple years.”

  I nodded as if that were super interesting.

  “Cool,” I said, nodding. Maybe I could get him to tell me more. “This place is great. How long has it been around?”

  “Not sure.” He shrugged.

  Not sure, my ass.

  He grabbed his bar rag and began wiping at some invisible dirt, gradually moving farther away from me, toward the other end of the bar.

  So much for that. I adjusted my mask and moved on.

  Chapter 15

  Varden

  “Jesus, you can suck some cock,” I murmured to the redhead between my knees.

  Her gaze met mine, but for obvious reasons, she couldn’t speak. She’d beckoned me to follow her to one of the playrooms with a stage in the middle, where she positioned me in a cushy chair.

  Who didn’t love a woman who took charge?

  She’d fished my cock out, rock-hard and aching by the time she got her hands and mouth on it. When she went for the drop of precum on my tip, her tongue was so exquisite it was painful. This was some good shit.

  I sank into the chair’s expensive, down-stuffed cushions and dropped my head back, but not for long—I loved watching. Nothing turned me on more. That’s why I liked the club, I suppose. Watch, be watched. It was all good.

  The redhead—damn, what was her name, again?—deep-throated me like a goddamn champ. In her bent-over state, her nearly naked ass waved in the air, and a couple men happening by stopped to admire her goods. One shot me a thumbs-up before he moved on. The other seemed to want in on the action, unable to remove his gaze from her pretty ass.

  I gestured him over with a wave, and tapped the redhead on the shoulder. She looked up, surprised.

  He took the opportunity, as I’d hoped he would, to dive in.

  “Baby,” he drawled. “I’m dying to lick your tight, little asshole. Would you kindly oblige me?”
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  Awesome—a preppy, southern perv. There went that whole telling a book by its cover thing. Passing this guy in the street, one might think he was on his way to the golf club.

  “Yeah,” the redhead murmured. “You can fuck me with your tongue.” And she got back to eating my cock.

  It didn’t get much better than that. Watching a gorgeous woman bobbing up and down on my dick while she was about to get her rear pummeled by some guy’s tongue and god knew what else was pretty goddamn special. If I did say so myself.

  As the preppy guy arranged himself behind her, the expression on his face was one of pure ecstasy. I’d say that was a true ass man, if ever there was one.

  He got to work, and whatever he was doing back there had the redhead squirming out of her skin. This left me the happy beneficiary of her enthusiasm—she sucked me so hard, tears poured from her eyes. My ass-man buddy glanced over at me, and I threw him a little nod. It was the least I could do. He disappeared back behind the cheeks of her ass.

  My balls started to tingle and pull in tight, usually a good sign that ecstasy was right around the corner. The red head kept going, bless her.

  But it was to no avail.

  I couldn’t fucking come.

  Again.

  I reached to ease her off me and realized the preppy dude had taken matters into his own hand. He was busy yanking his hard dick, and just in time, the redhead turned and consumed the guy’s load of cum.

  We’d amassed a small audience. I pulled myself back together and helped the redhead, who was so woozy she could barely stand. In all the excitement, everyone seemed oblivious to my little problem.

  But I wasn’t.

  Among the crowd stood Miss M and the usual cast of characters. But in the back was a woman in a half mask, standing alone—strange for the club. I couldn’t see much more than that in the dim light, but it seemed like she was staring directly at me. There was something about her, but what it was, I couldn’t be sure.

  I got the redhead settled and looked back at the woman in the mask. I wanted to meet her.

  But she was gone.

  Chapter 16

  Saffi

  I could have sworn G saw me watching him get a blowjob, but I had my mask on. He couldn’t have known it was me. Surely, I was getting nervous for nothing.

  It wasn’t that I didn’t want to see him; I just didn’t want to see him that night. I had work to do.

  And as I left the playroom, guess who stopped me. Yup. Miss M.

  “Hi,” I said, looking down at the hand she’d planted on my arm.

  Stay cool.

  “Are you having a nice evening?” she asked.

  “Oh yes, very nice. That was some show in there, wasn’t it?”

  M’s hand remained on my arm. “Would you come to my office for a little chat? I’d like us to know each other better.”

  Shit.

  But I knew better than to resist. Now was not the time to raise suspicion.

  “Sure. I’d love to see your office.” And maybe learn a thing or two…

  She led me through the club, stopping to say hello to what seemed like a hundred people. I had to hand it to her, though, she introduced me to all of them, which could really come in handy at some point.

  The office looked exactly as one might expect. A huge, heavy desk dominated the room, which was decorated with flocked wallpaper, thick red carpeting, a Victorian-style love seat, and a matching chaise. The walls were packed with bookcases, but it was too dark to see any of the titles. Sex club chic I guess you would call it.

  The stories these walls could tell…

  I relaxed a the settee and she walked over to a liquor cabinet.

  “Can I pour you some port?”

  I hated port.

  But without waiting for an answer, she selected an ornate decanter and began pouring the thick red liquid into glasses.

  I accepted it, all smiles, and took a tiny sip, holding my breath.

  “So tell me,” she said, “what brings you to Club Silk?” She took a seat on the other end of the settee.

  I set down my glass. “Well, I suppose I come here for the same reason everyone does.”

  One of her eyebrows shot up. “Really? I thought people came here for a variety of reasons.”

  I shot right back at her, “What brings you here night after night? I mean, we know you’re the proprietor, but what do you like about it?”

  She gave me a smile that said I see what you’re doing here, set her glass down, and moved closer to me on the settee.

  “I just want to make sure you’re here for the right reasons.” She removed my mask and pushed a strand of hair behind my ear.

  She snapped her hand back. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have been so forward. Did you mind that?”

  I shook my head. I didn’t mind it. I’d kissed a girl only one other time on a dare at a college party. There’d been much alcohol involved.

  What I did mind, though, and what was getting under my skin, was how sly she came off. She was up to something.

  Course, I was up to something, too.

  “Good. Very good,” she said.

  I breathed her light perfume, and then her lips were on mine, soft and light.

  If she was testing me, I planned to pass with flying colors.

  She pulled back and examined my face. “You see, it’s my job to make sure my guests are comfortable, and enjoying themselves,” she explained.

  “That’s good of you, M,” I said. “I appreciate your looking out for me, and for making sure I settle in well.”

  Bullshit.

  She stood, extending a hand to pull me to my feet. “Let’s head back to the party, shall we? I have guests to check on, and you need a cocktail.”

  “Let’s go.”

  I replaced my half mask and followed her out of the office, where we left the port behind. Music blared a thumping dance beat, bodies writhed on the floor, and people fucked on a high stage overlooking the room.

  M disappeared into the crowd.

  Good riddance. It was obvious she was trying to scare the shit out of me—the question was, why? She couldn’t possibly know I worked for the paper. And the funny thing was, that was what scared me.

  I worked my way through the crowd toward the bar and ordered my usual bubbly. Rooting through my purse for a cash tip, I saw my phone flashing. I’d just received a text.

  Chapter 17

  Varden

  As soon as the redhead had recovered from having her mouth and ass delighted, I excused myself. Luckily, the preppy perv had grabbed our friend’s attention and was now chatting her up, enabling my easy escape.

  I wandered through the club, finally cooling behind the mask, and pissed as hell I hadn’t been able to come. This was one of those times I really wanted to take it off. The consequences, though, could be so serious that I never did. I’d worked my ass off to build my company, and my weakness for kink was not going to ruin it. I suspected Beau might have had an idea about my secret habits, but he’d never let on.

  I ordered a drink while I was cooling off, and glanced down the stairs leading from the mezzanine. Miss M and some others who’d been watching me navigated the last step. She was with—wait a minute, she was with the woman with the half mask. But before I could make a move, they’d exited the stairs and turned the corner. I tried to follow, but when I reached the bottom of the stairs, I’d lost them.

  Damn.

  So, I went back up, all the way to the third floor, to the Twist Room. I knocked on the door and the usual oversized bouncer let me in.

  “How are ya?” I extended my hand.

  “Mr. G, my friend. So good to see you,” he answered with his gap-toothed smile.

  “There’re some hotties in here tonight, G. Get on it.”

  “You’re not lying,” I said, patting him on the shoulder.

  I honestly wasn’t up for any more playing, the redhead having sucked the energy out of me—minus the orgasm—but I was always game
for watching. I settled into a club chair so no one could sit next to me, and watched the scene taking place just to my right.

  Some lucky bastard had two gorgeous women. The blonde with her hair piled on her head—what did they call those? Buns?—was full-figured with flawless skin. The other had a dark-brown pixie cut and was boyishly thin with tits topped in tight, pink nipples. The contrast between the two was extreme, and yet they moved on the man in perfect rhythm.

  And he looked to be having a pretty damn good time, too, laying on his back with the skinny one riding his tongue.

  At the other end of him, the voluptuous one kneeled, ass in the air, his cock in her mouth, hoovering him like he was her last supper.

  The skinny one started bucking on his face, convulsing with barely a sound as her face twisted. The big-titted one sucked until the guy’s legs spasmed. He thrust his hips into her face one last time and began to shoot. She pulled back and let his load coat her full tits.

  The hot scene brought Safe to mind. My new friend, who also happened to be the daughter of an important business associate. Shit.

  But she’d been so responsive when I finger-fucked her, and she was gorgeous to boot. I grabbed for my phone. Maybe she could be persuaded to come out and play?

  I texted, and she shot me down, taking a rain check, possibly for tomorrow. It was just as well. I was getting tired and needed to get home to check on Beau.

  Chapter 18

  Saffi

  I found a private corner to read my text from G.

  how r u tonight?

  My heart thumped in my chest, and I casually looked around. With the mask, I had to be safe, right?

  I readjusted my disguise and casually looked through the room. He was nowhere in sight. Was he still there? Had he recognized me?

  hello!

  Was he getting his dick sucked and texting me at the same time? Was that considered appropriate in a sex club?