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Paradise Found

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“Do you trust me?” I ask, which I know is asking a lot from a perfect stranger.

He bites his bottom lip and nods, giving me a blinding smile.

“We’re going to go have some fun,” I tell him.

I grab my black slip dress from the floor and pull it on. “You’ll only need your pants,” I tell him, handing them to him.

He slides them on commando style.

Hot.

I take his hand and lead him out of the room and back into the darkened hallways. I tug him to follow me down another corridor toward the voyeur room. This is a little more intimate than watching the cube outside in the main area. I push open the door and enter the room. Mr. King follows behind me as I tug him over the threshold into the old-style theater. The room is set up as an auditorium with seats curving around a stage, but unlike traditional auditoriums, these seats are leather daybeds.

There’s one stage with a glass window stopping the audience from joining in—they can only watch from in here. The curtains are currently pulled, so we must have missed the show, but there will be another ready to go in a couple of moments. It’s so much fun performing on the stage for the guests. Whichever staff member or members you’re with in that moment, you just let go and have the best time with them, or multiple of them, depending on the scene that has been planned.

“Where are we?” Mr. King whispers as we step down the stairs toward our seats.

I tug him down into the darkness. There are a couple of other people in the room as well, but they’re at the outer edges, so you can only see shadows dancing in the darkness.

“This is the voyeur theater,” I whisper to him. “When the curtains pull back, you get to sit back, relax, and enjoy the show. It’s like porn but in 3D.”

Mr. King’s eyes narrow as if trying to see through the thick red velvet curtains pulled across the stage.

“You never know what scene is going to play out when the curtains pull back. It could be a couple, it could be an orgy. There are surround-sound speakers throughout the theater, and every moan, groan, and thrust echoes through the room,” I explain to him. “That’s why there are these beds, so if the mood strikes, you can have some fun.”

“There are other people here,” he states as he looks around the black room and notices a few of the beds are occupied.

“Of course, you can watch them, the stage, or they can watch you,” I tell him.

He nods slowly, taking it all in.

“If you don’t feel comfortable, we can go.” I don’t want to freak him out as this is supposed to be fun.

“Oh no, I want to stay,” he says, and I catch his wide grin underneath the dim lights. “You’ve made me curious now.”

“It will be fun, I promise.” Shifting, I reach over and touch his bare chest. “We don’t have to wait for the show to start,” I explain as my hand slides down his stomach and over the outside of his pants, gripping his dick through the fabric. “Looks like you might already be in the mood.” I chuckle, cupping his hardening dick.

Mr. King doesn’t get to answer me because the curtains move and pull back. The stage lights up, and there are two naked women and a man walking out on stage. Mr. King sits up, his attention pulled by the women in front of him. I know we are going to be in for a show with these three, as they’re always in for a good time. There’s a bed set up in the middle of the room and behind that is a table and chairs, and a sex swing is hanging in one corner.

Damon reaches out and wraps his hand around Layla’s throat, pulling her to him, kissing her wildly. He then does the same to Vixen. Both women smile at him as he licks his lips looking them over, hunger beaming from his eyes. Damon looks at the bed and asks Layla to lay down. The theater is silent now, you can hear a pin drop, but the sexual anticipation is swirling around the room as everyone takes in the scene before them.

“Take off your pants,” I whisper to Mr. King. He doesn’t even hesitate as he shimmies them off. I do the same and slide my black slip dress off and lay it beside his pants. “Lay back and enjoy the show,” I tell him.

Mr. King’s eyes are firmly held onto what’s happening on stage. His dick is slowly becoming hard, so I’ll wait a little bit before I start teasing him.

Layla, one of the girls, walks over to the bed and lays down, then she spreads her legs for the theater. Damon presses a button, and down from the ceiling comes chains.

Mr. King sucks in a harsh breath.

Vixen walks around and starts cuffing Layla’s wrists and ankles, making sure she is secure.

Damon presses another button, and the chains begin to wind back, spreading Layla’s arms wide out to the side and the same with her legs—she’s completely spreadeagled.

Mr. King leans forward as if trying to get a better look, which makes me smile, before he lays back again, his dick now fully standing to attention.

I reach out and wrap my hand around his cock, making him hiss. “Do you like what you see?”

He turns and looks at me with wide eyes. “I do.” He smiles before his attention is pulled back to the scene before us.



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