Tease (Club Deep #1)

The next theme room isn’t nearly as simple. This is the orgy room that Rosie was talking about. The room itself is…gorgeous. It reminds me a little of the King’s room in the animated film Cinderella. Almost the entire room is taken up by an absolutely huge bed, and above that is a giant, sparkling chandelier. The entire room is soft and warm. And full of people fucking. I know I’m not supposed to be distracting, or distracted, but holy hell—it’s almost exactly what I imagined.

There’s easily twenty people on the massive bed, bodies twisted and entwined. There’s a woman being shared by two men, cradled between them while they fuck her from either side. I can hear her moaning above the rest of the room, a pure raw symphony of sex that’s sending shivers of desire through me—a reaction from seeing a scene of pure lust. I see another man pounding into a woman, only to see that he’s being fucked from behind by another man whose balls are being sucked from below. Everywhere I look there are cocks being sucked and mouths being used and pussies being fucked and it’s…hot. I thought I would be uncomfortable but instead I’m wet. It’s mesmerizing, and I don’t want to look away.

A girl who’s giving a blowjob looks up at me and grins. I blush, remembering that I’m here to refill the supplies. If this room can accommodate this many people, no wonder it goes through the most supplies. Rosie was correct, these shelves need a ton of refilling, and it takes several trips to get the shelves full again.

I don’t think I would like being in that crowd, but watching so many people connect and do what they want with each other is amazing, and arousing. Damn. I wasn’t counting on being horny on the job. I guess that’s why they made the ’no sex on the clock’ rule. I’m curious to know how many times that happened before they had to make it a rule.

The next room is cold stone and torches, with chains and wooden tables and equipment that’s mildly terrifying. But not so terrifying that it doesn’t fill my mind with images that make me squirm in the best way. There’s a cross obviously meant to spread someone open, and even though I’ve never really thought about that kind of thing, the sight of it sends tingles of desire across my skin. Being bound and vulnerable, the idea makes my breath go short. As I look around, there are some people playing in here, and I’m curious, but the atmosphere in the room is so intense that I don’t feel like I can watch without intruding. I refill the shelves as quickly and quietly as I can before moving on. It ends up being a lot easier than I thought it was going to be. And less weird. It takes me a little more than an hour to finish all the rooms. Someone could probably just keep going in circles doing refills. But since Rosie didn’t tell me to do that, I put my last numbers in the computer and head down to the dance floor.

I don’t see Rosie as I make my way towards the main bar, and the bartender doesn’t know where she is either. I decide to wait because I don’t want to do something I’m not supposed to on my first day. I keep looking for her though, looking across the room to the other bars and seeing if she’s there.

“So what do you think of my club?”

The deep voice comes from behind me, and I turn to find my sexy rescuer. He’s leaning against the bar, totally at ease, and now that I’m not an adrenaline-filled mess, I can appreciate more fully how fucking hot he is. I note the way his shirt stretches a little around his chest and arms, like it can’t quite contain him. He has a small smile on his face, like that mysterious stranger in the movie who you know is going to change the plot. He asked me a question. Suddenly my mind catches up, and I think my mouth drops open. “Your club? You’re the owner?”

I can’t hear it over the music, but I see his chest move with laughter. “One of them, yeah. I share ownership with two friends.”

“Wow,” I say. “I mean…it’s overwhelming.”

“You didn’t know what it was, did you?” His words are punctuated by that maddening little smile.

I press my lips together, hoping that it’s dark enough in here that he can’t see my blush. “How did you know?”