Entice (Dark Odyssey Club Fantasies 1)

“I don’t think so. It’s too much.” Too much for me, but he sounds like he would do it, or is well versed in it.

“I figured. It’s your first time here, isn’t it?” he observes, glancing at me as we walk.

“Yeah, do I stick out like a sore thumb?” I laugh nervously.

“No, I’m just perceptive. I watch people’

s reactions and try to figure out their inner thoughts. Just like I knew the orgy might be too much for you, but you’d be a natural in the exhibitionist box.”

We stop, and he faces me, taking a lock of my hair.

“You think so?”

“I do think so, but you wouldn’t be going inside so people can watch you, you’d be going in for the freedom of it. The wildness of the idea. The same way you fly the aerial hoops if you could.”

I narrow my eyes at him. “You saw me when I came in?”

“I watch and I see what I want to see.” He watches the lock of hair curl about his finger and allows it to drift back to me. “Come, maybe you’ll like this next attraction.” He points and we continue walking down the corridor.

“Attraction?”

“That’s what the club owners call it. They think of everything as a show or an attraction to enhance the fantasy or create one.”

I was right then.

“Where are we going?” I ask when I hear water ahead of us. Water and more moans and groans.

“It’s call the halls of Fantasium.” He looks ahead, the lights darken, and the music cuts.

It’s all water, and as we turn, I see why it's called that.

We walk into a room that’s filled with fluorescent lights, mirrors and walls with water running down them like being under a waterfall. All along the walls are couples having sex.

This feels more intimate. Wild though it is, because the couples are still having sex in the open, the way they touch each other is more sensual. I could imagine coming here with someone I’m in an actual relationship with. We’d do this for fun.

“You really like this,” Josh states and I look up at him blushing.

“It’s more subtle.” I always avoid giving a definitive yes or no if I’m not too sure about something. It’s a habit that’s been drilled into me from being an attorney. Being neutral is safest.

He grins and takes my hand again. “Let’s go this way if you like subtle.”

We make our way into a room as dimly lit as the corridor was, but it’s slightly darker.

I look around and it’s just us. We take another step and the floor looks like it moves, but it doesn’t, really. It’s water beneath a glass floor that flows and lights up a soft iridescent color as walked on it.

“Oh wow,” I muse.

“They have a thing about water here.”

“What is it about it?”

“It’s a natural aphrodisiac. Subtle.”

“Oh…”

He releases my hand and walks around me, looking me up and down. I like how they’ve done in here; it carries a sexual feeling in the air and the lighting isn’t like most of those places where you’d turn the same color as the lights.

It makes it so I can still enjoy the man who’s giving me so much attention.