Bailey giggled shakily. “Just for tonight. Yeah, I think I do. So Michel is all yours, pal.”
“That’s a generous offer, Bay, but I’m thinking no. Besides, I have to wonder why these people are doing this. They’re all attractive. Clearly, they don’t need to offer their services in this way.”
“Don’t you know anything about Soleil Erotique?”
“Why in hell would I know anything about them?”
Bailey laughed. “Good point. I looked them up online. This is what they do. They enjoy it. Sex with lots of people. Soleil Erotique is French for erotic sun. Some of them are couples and are monogamous, but the majority of them enjoy sex with many. This is a way for them to meet new people and have a broader sexual experience.”
Lisa found herself nodding. Was this actually making sense? She scanned the wall again, but no one could hold a candle to the handsome Michel. Why so cheap? Four hundred to lick a stranger’s pussy? Some of the others were charging twice that. Perhaps he really enjoyed eating cunt. And if he enjoyed it…he was probably really good at it. Damn, she hadn’t had sex in a long time. And her last boyfriend hadn’t enjoyed oral sex. Giving it, that is. He’d liked it just fine on the receiving end. Bastard. Still…
“I don’t know, Bay. I mean, we don’t know these people. They could have diseases.”
Bailey scoffed. “You’re not going to fuck him, Lisa. You’re going to lie there while he licks your pussy. Just make sure he doesn’t have a cold sore and you’re good to go.”
Good point. But… “I don’t think so.”
“Have it your own way. But I’m going for it.” She strode to a desk in a dark corner where an auburn-haired young woman was helping people turn in their chips.
Lisa couldn’t help but follow.
“May I help you, ladies?” the woman asked.
“Yes,” Bailey said. “We…uh…I would like to cash in my chips.”
Lisa stifled a giggle. Cash in her chips, indeed.
“What’s your pleasure this evening?”
“Uh…”
Lisa warmed as Bailey blushed. Her uninhibited friend was embarrassed. Had this day truly come?
She rushed to Bailey’s side. “Elle,” Lisa said. “My friend wants Elle.”
“Good choice,” the woman said, smiling. “Follow me.” She led Bailey through a door.
Within a few minutes, she returned. “And you?”
“Nothing.” “I see you’ve got chips in your hand,” the woman said. “Isn’t there someone who struck your fancy?”
Yeah. The roulette dealer. But that wasn’t happening. “I’m afraid not.”
“This could be a night to live out a fantasy. These people enjoy what they do. It isn’t work for them. It’s fun. And it will be fun for you, too.”
Fun? Try completely mortifying. She shook her head. “No thanks.”
The leggy redhead stood and walked around the desk to face Lisa. “This is Pleasure Cove,” she said in a low voice, almost a whisper. “Anything goes here. Isn’t there something we can offer you?”
Ace. On a platter. Lisa cleared her throat. “Michel?”
The woman’s dimpled smile lit up her face. “Michel. Quite a looker, that one. And very good at eating pussy.”
Lisa looked at her feet. Nope. No hole to swallow her up. Too bad.
“In fact,” the redhead continued, “that’s all he does on these nights. He doesn’t fuck anyone. He just eats as much pussy as he can. You might say he’s insatiable. I never knew a guy who loved pussy as much as Michel.”
Okay, I get the point. He likes pussy. You can stop talking now.