Voyeur

Bypassing all the partner work, I select almost every solo performance possible. Except anything that required anal masturbation. Pretty sure I wasn’t ready for that just yet.

I placed the iPad back on the charger and snagged a bracelet that looked like a Fitbit. It would buzz to let me know if anyone had selected me for the night.

Walking into the lounge, you’d never know the things that went on behind closed doors. A black modern bar with glass shelving was off to one side. Booths lined the opposite wall. A sprinkling of bar-top tables ringed the dance floor. Dim lighting lent a secretive air to the place. The piped-in music fluctuated between a variety of genres, but all with an upbeat tempo, filling any silence and absorbing any conversations going on nearby.

The only thing different between this and any other upscale club, was that the employees walked around in lingerie or other seductive outfits. I made my way to the bar and asked Charlotte, who was wearing a slutty elf costume, what she needed help with.

“Keep a pad on hand to take orders as you walk around. Eventually, you want to get better about remembering without writing them down. But for now, if you could run these to table twenty, that would be great.”

The next few hours passed in a blur of taking orders and passing out drinks. Jackson helped the time fly by playing twenty questions each time we passed each other. I found out that he was twenty-two and had worked at Voyeur for two years. He was bisexual and not into being dominated but dabbled in dominating himself. His favorite color was green, and he liked Tic-Tacs, but only the orange ones.

Surprisingly, I hadn’t gotten any lewd comments, and no one tried to touch me. Sure, men—and women—looked and flirted, but no one had crossed the line or made me feel uncomfortable.

“These people pay a lot of money to be here. If they wanted to flirt and get handsy, they could go to a strip club for free two blocks down. People tend to be more respectful of the rules when they’re dropping over a grand a month to satisfy a specific kink of theirs,” Charlotte had explained when I’d mentioned it.

She laughed when my eyes bugged out. “Jesus. I hadn’t realized how much the membership fee was.”

My bracelet began to vibrate. The feeling traveled up my arm, sending an electric shock to my heart and jolting it into action. Lifting my arm, I looked at it like it was a bomb about to diffuse. I went blank, unsure of what the next step should be. Even though I knew. We’d gone over it. Go to the iPad and check the specifications of the request. Accept or reject.

Charlotte patted my shoulder. “Hey, hey, girl. You got one.”

“Yeah,” I said softly.

“Don’t be scared. It’s like your virginity. The first time is the worst, but still fun, and it only goes up from there. And you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.”

I nodded, and she turned my shoulders to head where I needed to go. “Now go get ‘em, tiger.”

I went to the iPad and pulled up my file to find the request, almost sagging in relief to see what it was.

Couple session.

Male: 58

Female: 55

Request: Solo Performance

Comments/Specifications: Like you’re coming home for bed, lay down and start reading a book. Then begin to masturbate but show nothing. Just your hand moving under your panties with your legs spread. Make enough noise, but not overly fake.

In room or privacy room: In room.

As for what could have been given to me on my first go, this was a gift. It wasn’t too much exposure and something I could pretend I was actually at home for. How many times did I read a book and end up playing with myself before falling asleep? Plenty.

This was just like that. Sort of.

I went to the back hallway that led to all the rooms and saw the tag hanging on the knob indicating the couple was already in the room.

“Don’t forget your panic button if anything should happen,” Tim, the security guard who was placed outside my door explained. “I placed it on the nightstand for easy reach should you need it. I’ll be right out here the whole time.”

“Thank you.”

Taking a deep breath, I gripped the knob before turning it and clearing my mind.

Ignore the couple in the corner. Focus on you and the scene.

I walked into a normal bedroom. A dresser with a mirror set up on the wall next to the door, littered with all kinds of basics you’d find in a bedroom. Brush, books, makeup, perfume. A bed on the far wall with a basic hotel-like set up and a nightstand on each side. I’d been told each room included a fully dimmed alcove where the voyeur would sit, and though I didn’t look, I knew my couple was sitting in the alcove to my left.