I sat back and had a sip of wine. “No, there’s nothing to be gained at this point by him learning that. It could break him. Maybe one day he’ll deserve to know the truth. But not now. I won’t say anything, Amelia. You have my word.”
“Thank you.” She answered. “God, way to ruin a lovely meal, Amelia.”
“You haven’t ruined anything, and the night is still young.” I reassured her and then I regaled her with another story of how I manipulated my way into taking over a business until she was distracted enough that her emotions lessened.
By the time we caught a cab to the club we were loaded, having drunk copious amounts of wine, far too much for the food to have soaked up.
“I thought I’d be nervous, but actually I’m quite excited.” Amelia giggled in the cab. “I can’t believe I’m going to see people actually having sex.”
“Ssh.” I warned her, though I knew the cab driver would be aware of the clubs in the city. “It’s a private club, you need to keep your voice down.”
“Oops.” She giggled again, and I wondered if I’d made a mistake in bringing her here tonight. I prayed it was nerves, rather than alcohol that was causing the laughter.
I showed my key on the way in and booked in Amelia as a guest under a made up name. As the woman on the desk knew me well, she didn’t check who I was bringing with me. Usually guests had to go through a series of verifications. I took hold of Amelia’s hand and dragged her along with me as she stared at the black decor with the silver stars. We went up in the lift and then out into the reception area and through to the main bar. Amelia walked in and took a seat at an empty table.
“I don’t know what I was expecting.” She said. “But this is just a normal bar. I thought people would be fucking in the middle of the floor.”
The word ‘fucking’ sounded alien on her tongue and I had to remind myself that she was a grown woman of twenty-three. “It does happen when the show takes place at midnight,” I told her. I went on to explain that each night either an auction took place or the stage was hired for anyone who wanted to put on a show or live out a fantasy. At that point anything went in the main bar, but until that time the main bar area was kept for drinking only. Anyone wanting to do more went through to the side rooms, where they could choose a colored wristband depending on whether they wanted to observe, or were willing to join in with any play.
“Can we go through? Please?” Begged Amelia.
“Sure. As long as you promise not to giggle.” I told her.
She mimed her mouth being closed.
“Okay, so make sure you accept a white wristband that shows to the others that you are only there to observe. Otherwise a pretty young blonde like you is going to be mobbed.”
She nodded and followed me to the edge of the room where we walked through a door marked by the presence of a security guard. We both placed the observer wristbands on our wrists and began to walk down the corridor. Amelia’s eyes widened as she stared through the first window where a woman was deep-throating a man as another man watched.
“Oh my God,” she whispered.
Slowly, she walked the full length of the room, taking in the various scenes in front of her. “Have you done this?” She asked me. “Have you ever taken part?”
“Many times.” I admitted. I took a deep breath. “And sometimes myself and H team up to satisfy a woman.”
I witnessed Amelia tremble. “Wh-what did you just say?”
“H didn’t want another relationship, but he still needed sex. He found the club. He bought it afterwards. We sometimes help a woman live out her fantasies of two men at once. One in her pussy and one in her mouth or her ass.”
“I, I-”
“What, Amelia. Did you really think H owned a sex club and never participated?”
“I honestly don’t know what I thought.”
Amelia didn’t run. It surprised me. I thought faced with the reality of the club and discovering H wasn’t the idyllic Prince Charming of her childhood imagination, she would bolt. It reassured me. Instead, she carried on watching, fascinated with the scenes being played out in front of her.
“Are you okay?” I asked her.
“I’m fine, Aiden. I’m doing what you recommended. I’m seeing if any of these scenarios speak to me. See if there’s anything I’d maybe one day want to try.”
Oh fuck. If H found out I brought her here, and it led to a subsequent descent into debauchery, he was going to kick my ass.
Amelia carried on looking around and when the siren went off, we went and watched the stage show. As I drove her home, she seemed subdued and lost in thought, though she had exhausted me with a seemingly never-ending series of questions.
The cab drew up outside H’s apartment.
“Thank you, Aidan.” She leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. “Thank you for not treating me like a child, and for showing me around the club. I’m so sick of everyone trying to protect me. Acting like I’m some innocent little teenager, and not a grown woman.”