We had so many systems in place to ensure the safety of everyone. It wasn't for everyone, but for those into rough sex and voyeurism, it didn't get any better than this.
One of the most common misconceptions was that we provided sex. This was not a brothel; we did not supply women—or men—for sex. We had several hostesses working at any given time who were strictly non-contact.
We simply provided a place for people to meet other like-minded individuals who were after a little bit of fun. Did I participate? Sometimes, as did other staff members, but we were
not paid for our involvement.
Generally, there were three types of members: those who liked to participate, those who liked to watch, and those who liked to be watched.
Which did I fit into? All of the above.
I was very complex when it came to my sexual needs. I knew what I liked, and I was confident in getting that. I thought about Beth, and how she would react to this place. When I first met her, I would have thought she’d like it, but her behavior lately had me doubting that assessment. I laughed at how ridiculous I was being; her reaction to Protégé was the last thing I should have been worrying about.
A rap on the door brought me back to the present.
“Come in.”
Alli came in, coffee in hand. She smiled at me, then darted her eyes downward as though she were intimidated by me. I smiled, my eyes following her as she walked over and set the cup down in front of me.
“Thanks, Alli. How are you today?”
“Great thank you, Mr. Hale. You are looking very sexy tonight,” she added. Her face colored, and I chuckled. “Oh, I didn’t mean—”
“It’s okay, Alli. Tell Scarlett I’ll be out shortly.”
She nodded, and ducked her head before retreating out the door, closing it softly behind her. I took the coffee and sank into my chair, spinning around to face the monitors again. My eyes fell on the judge, who was furiously fisting his erection as he watched the couple fuck through the floor-to-ceiling window.
All “private” rooms at Protégé had window-paned walls, so it was like fucking in a fish bowl. Which was great if you were into voyeurism—and let’s face it, who doesn’t get turned on at the sight of another couple exploring each other?
After I finished my coffee, I removed my jacket and rolled up the cuffs of my sleeves, showing off my tanned forearms. I walked out the front and scanned the club for Scarlett, spotting her over near the bar, chatting to a couple. Leaning against the wall behind me, I watched her. She was so engaging. Her smile lit up the room. She had the couple hanging off her every word, and more than once the man's eyes drifted down over her short silk dress.
I chuckled to myself. This was exactly why Scarlett was my right-hand man. As shy as she sometimes acted around me, in this place she came to life. It was like she was born to do her job, and she did it fucking well.
"Roman?"
I turned and saw Dahlia, her blue eyes sparkling as she smiled at me. I smiled back and accepted the hug she was offering me.
“Dahlia, so good to see you. How have you been?" I asked. Dahlia had been frequenting the club since its early days, sometimes with her husband, sometimes alone.
"Really good. Andrew’s over there." She pointed to one of the corner sofas, where I could see Andrew in a deep conversation with a pretty brunette.
"He looks like he's having fun."
"Well, we both will be in a few minutes when we take her into one of the rooms." She laughed, reached out, and touched my arm. "You could always stop by," she added coyly, a little smile playing on her lips. "I know how much you like to watch."
Maybe I will," I muttered, watching as she walked away. She walked up to Andrew and the brunette, who stood up, linking her arm around Dahlia’s back. Andrew was obviously in for a hot night. Maybe I would stop by later . . .
"Sorry, I didn't see you come in." Scarlett smiled at me, her cheeks flushed from running.
"It's okay. You looked to be in pretty deep conversation over there." I raised my eyebrow.
"Yes, they’re new. I was just explaining the ins and outs of everything to them."
"Good work. Are you under control here?"
"Yes. Why?"
I smirked. "Don't ask questions, Scarlett."