Paige
Tonight, I’m dressed in a black lace negligee with gold trimmings around the bodice. James told me to wear a mask and to meet him in the bar of the lounge we went to that first night we danced together.
I’m here now waiting for him. He’ll be here in less than a minute, and I’m nervous.
I don’t know what he has planned, but I’m guessing that if I’m supposed to wear my mask, it’s so no one will recognize me.
I scan the crowd below having a wild time. It’s so packed. I’ve been here nearly every night, and it’s always been packed. I’m surprised because of the hefty price tag. It costs a hundred bucks just to get in, and that’s the standard ticket. When you start booking the other attractions, that’s where the price starts to pile up. I checked all this stuff out on their website before I started working here. I was amazed at how much money the club must make from catering to the wild and daring who want to explore their sex lives.
The crowd goes wild when the music changes. I have to hand it to the DJ’s—they are very good. Although, what did I expect for a place like this? They seem to have the best of everything.
My gaze catches the naked couple going into the exhibitionist box. Usually, I look away and try not to stare too long, but this time, I’m so absorbed in what I’m seeing. It’s the way they touch each other and move. When they step inside the box and it lifts up into the air, I can tell straightaway that the woman is a dancer.
Probably ballet. The height of her leg as her man lifts it is too high and perfect for her not to be. She’s able to lift it to the height of his shoulders and keep her leg straight against him while he holds her hips and drives his cock into her.
As I watch them, I guess that they’re both dancers. I imagine that they could be partners for the grace in which they hold their bodies. Both her and him as he fucks her.
I can’t tear my eyes away from them. Whether they move fast or slow, it’s like watching a work of art unfold into something amazing. More arousing. Watching them is different, though, to watching the people just below them on the sidelines having sex.
I don’t know how they do it and get lost in each other. The box is like a human-sized tank that actually isn’t very big, but they make it work.
“You like that,” says the voice from my dreams, asleep or awake.
I turn to see James standing a few paces away from me. He’s wearing full black tonight. The top buttons on his shirt are undone, and there’s a hint of his tanned skin peeking through, revealing the edge of one of his tattoos.
A smile lifts my face as I look at him and remember what we did in his office earlier.
“I’m just fascinated,” I answer.
“And you look less freaked out than you did last week.” He comes closer.
“Do I?”
“You do. I think you’re starting to see the attraction of coming here.”
“Maybe.”
“You know we haven’t really begun to do anything much yet. If we can leave that bed, I’d like to do a lot more with you.” He looks at my mask, and his eyes trail over my body.
“Like tonight?” I give him a curious smile.
The corners of his mouth lift for a sensual smile. “Like tonight, and that.” He gestures to the box. I return my gaze to the couple just in time to see the man turn the woman around to face the glass. He slams back into her and starts fucking her hard. The grace I previously saw is gone, and what I see now is that wildness I’ve witnessed in everyone else. It makes me hot all over. The woman looks so engrossed with pleasure, and I wonder what it must be like. They don’t seem to be aware of the crowd watching them. They don’t seem to care.
Embarrassment for staring too long in front of James fills me, and I look away. I turn back to him and don’t miss the sinful glint that twinkles in his eyes.
“You do like it,” he observes, and I swallow hard.
“I’m fascinated that they can be so brave and lost in each other. I don’t know if I could do that though.”
“I don’t like public, but I’ll do it for you.”
“Would you?”
“Yes.”
He reaches for my hand, and I give it to him. To my surprise, he pulls me into a dance similar to how we were weeks ago, but we don’t do those salsa moves. We just sway, then he slips his arm around my waist, and we circle our hips in tandem with the beat of the music. Again, it’s like we practiced, and I find myself laughing.
“You look even more beautiful when you laugh, Bellissima.” We stop, and he stares at me.