Taken By The Beast (The Forbidden Fun)

“And what are you looking for then?” I drawl, leaning forward just slightly. “Pray tell, sweetheart.”

She bites her lip, the plush pout pink and inviting. But then she takes a deep breath and looks into my eyes.

“I’m looking for adventure, Mr. Sales,” she states in a firm voice. “Everyone says New York City is so bold and exciting, and it is. But in my experience, you have to go to certain places to find it.”

I nod slowly.

“And that place is here?”

She takes another deep breath and nods again.

“Yes. I find that this city has a lot of hype going on. As in, a lot of folks say they’re so daring and want to experience new things, but really, when you come down to it, they’re very vanilla. Not that vanilla is bad, but it’s just not what I’m looking for. I want excitement, danger, and the thrill of release. I want to meet guys who like it the same way that I do, and Sanctum’s the place to find it.”

I nod, sitting back. Ah, it makes more sense now. Bridget is a bit of an adrenaline junkie, which goes for most members of our exclusive club.

“I see. And do you think you’ve found it here? Have you gotten a chance to explore your wild side?”

She cocks her blonde head, shooting me a coy look. “Well, I think you know the answer already, seeing that you were at the Summer Bacchanal wearing the mask of a beast. What we did all weekend was pretty insane, wouldn’t you say?”

It’s my turn to smirk.

“Watching you spread my come all over your body? It was just another day in the office,” I tease. With that, I slide my hand under the table and place a large palm on her exposed thigh. She’s as still as a doe, but doesn’t move, seeing that this is par for the course at the club. But then those big blue eyes meet mine.

“But what about you, Mr. Sales? Do you like being here? How long have you been a member?”

I squeeze her thigh, gently teasing one big finger up the silk of her panties, purring as she trembles beneath my touch. But then I decide to answer.

“Yeah, it’s a good place. I’ve been a member for a few years now, and I’d say it’s worth the fee.”

She nods slowly.

“Really, a few years? I’m surprised we’ve never crossed paths before because I definitely go to my share of events.”

I nod.

“It’s probably because I don’t go to that many. Travel is a big part of my job so I’m not always in town. But I do attend some, and I’ve definitely never seen you before either.” She nods. “Anyways,” I continue. “I joined for much the same reason as you. I like what Sanctum has to offer, or more accurately, I enjoy the women the club provides. Sanctum girls are gorgeous, uninhibited, and know how to give the best service, if you know what I mean.”

Bridget nods, her big breasts trembling through the lace now and it’s hard not to stare at the dusky circles of her nipples.

“And how did you get invited to join?” she asks. “I know the club works by word of mouth.”

I shrug.

“It’s a funny story actually. I heard about the club from an ex-girlfriend.”

Bridget looks shocked, her plush pink pout dropping open.

“Your ex? Really? How so?”

I shrug again.

“My ex and I had been dating for a while when she finally revealed her secret life. I should have realized because that girl was working at a record shop, and yet she always had a lot of luxury items like purses, shoes, and even jewelry. At first, she told me it was because she came from a wealthy family, but after a few months of dating, I knew that wasn’t true. Finally, she fessed up and admitted to moonlighting as a hostess.”

Bridget gasps, blue eyes wide. “You’re joking!”

“Nope, not at all.”

But then the pretty girl bites her lip.

“Yes, but weren’t you disappointed that your girlfriend was working here? I mean, seeing other men and what not? I know a lot of guys are really possessive.”

I think for a moment.

“Maybe I should be more clear. She wasn’t my girlfriend per se. She was just a woman that I was seeing, and we were definitely intimate, although I wouldn’t say that we were a couple. Still, I did feel possessive and you’re right: at first it was a little strange. But what can I say? I respect women who work for a living. It’s honest work, so who am I to judge?”

Bridget bites her lip. “Still, it’s hard to believe that your ex convinced you to join Sanctum.”

I chuckle.

“Yeah, although I almost turned down the invitation when I found out the annual membership fee. But hey, it’s been a few years now, and I don’t regret joining one bit.”