Three Dirty Secrets (Blindfold Club 4)

He took a hesitant step toward the table, his gaze scanning Nina quickly and then sinking to the floor.

“Isn’t she beautiful?” I purred. “I’m not supposed to tell you this, because I should be impartial, but between you and me? I think she’s the absolute best.”

Finally his gaze found mine, filled with suspicion. He doubted it, thinking this was just hard sales pitch talking.

“I’m not lying or blowing smoke up your ass. All of the women here are top-notch. You’ll have a great time with any of them. But I’d spend my money on her.”

His suspicion grew heavier. “Why’s that?”

“She loves fucking strangers. And her voice is sexy as hell.” Nina was lying on the table with her hands bound above her head, so I casually dragged my fingertips over her bicep, skimming along until they fell off just shy of her breast. “Go ahead, Natalie.” I used her client name instead of her real one. “Say hello to the gentleman.”

“Good evening, sir.”

I closed my eyes as she spoke, acting like her voice was turning me on. Her deep, sultry tone was hot, but I exaggerated for effect.

“Damn,” I whispered, my eyes fluttering open to catch his intrigued gaze on me. “Imagine what that voice sounds like when you make her come.”

His Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat as I assumed he did exactly as told. Good. A potential buyer visualizing was a great step toward a sale. The client shifted in his suit, as if twitchy. Shy, but excited.

My lips drew back in a deep smile. “Would you like me to take your suitcoat? You must be hot. I guess the city didn’t realize the sun went down a few hours ago because it’s still a thousand degrees outside.”

Talking about weather was my signal to Nina that the man in the room was of average looks. I’d discuss sports if he was attractive, and make small talk about traffic if he was ugly. Since the woman on the table was the one who accepted or rejected the offers, it was important she know as much as possible. The attractive men didn’t like to pay as much. They were used to getting sex for free, and so they came for the experience or to try something their wives wouldn’t let them do.

“I’m fine.” His voice was tight, and he glanced over to the willing list that hung on the back wall. Nina’s menu of sexual acts and fetishes she was comfortable with. I wondered if there was something in particular he was interested in, but didn’t ask. He was skittish, and right now I wanted him to feel comfortable.

“How’d you learn about this place? A friend?” It was not like the blindfold club advertised.

He nodded slowly, his gaze shifting back to Nina. She lay still and quiet, not speaking unless requested, as this was a house rule. There was a flare in his expression, one I was so familiar with. Lust. I only saw it here at the club. Matt hadn’t looked at me like that in forever, and for a moment I was struck with envy. How stupid was I, to be jealous of the way this stranger looked at Nina? The hunger in his eyes said he’d do almost anything to have her.

“My brother-in-law,” the man said. “Told me this was a good idea.”

His brother-in-law? Well, that was a new one. The guy took one slight step closer, and it gave me a clearer focus on his situation. I always checked for a wedding ring first, as the cheating scum coughed up more money, but this man didn’t wear a wedding ring. The indentation on his ring finger said he used to.

Newly divorced?

The man looked embarrassed and sad. “My wife was the only woman I’ve ever been with.”

Was. The pain in his voice was unmistakable. I drew in a slow breath through my nose and blew it out through my lips. A widower. My ice queen persona cracked and melted a little at his confession.

“That sounds like it was really special.” The words tumbled out, but I readjusted to stay on point. “Natalie can give you a new kind of special. Would you like a taste?”

“A taste?” It caught most clients off-guard, and kept power in my corner.

I smiled seductively, but inside I felt nothing. The first time I’d done this, I’d been shaking, but if you did something long enough, it became normal. Like watching people fuck on monitors, which was commonplace for me now.

Nina drew in a breath through parted lips when my fingers coursed down the valley of her breasts, and skated over her taut belly. Further along I went, down . . . She shifted, spreading her knees subtly, welcoming the touch between her legs.

“Uh . . .” the man said, his eyes so wide they practically bulged out of his head. The girl-on-girl action wasn’t playing fair with the johns, and often had them foaming at the mouth, but this game wasn’t about being fair. When it came to sex, men played to win, and in these rooms? So did I.

My fingers delved into her

pussy, stirring her clit. Nina moaned in gratitude, then whimpered when my touch was gone. I held out my hand to the client, my fingers wet from where they’d just been.

Again his Adam’s apple dipped in his throat. He stared at me, waiting for permission.

“Your taste, sir.”

But he was frozen in place, not even blinking.