know…tacky?” Someone I’d not known fifteen minutes ago was inviting me to watch sex.
“It’s to be expected, watching and being watched,” he said, leading me over to the threesome. “Have you ever been watched?”
Kind of a personal question. But given where we were, it seemed par for the course.
“No,” I said, trying to stay cool, like I talked about things like this all the time. “In college, my roommate and I sometimes had our boyfriends stay over at the same time. We’d all be going at it, but the lights would be out.” I shook me head. “It was nothing like this, that’s for sure.”
He laughed. “I remember those days. I guess some things never change.”
“What about you?” It was so strange to talk to someone whose eyes were the only thing I could see and barely at that, as dark as it was in the room. No expression to read, no emotion to react to.
He paused before answering me. “I’ve enjoyed my time as a member of the club. Let’s just say that.”
The woman just next to me, nude but for high heels, leaned into the man behind her. One of his hands worked its way in and out of her pussy lips, slowing to provide her clit extra attention. She writhed against him, one hand gripping his arm for balance, the other stroking her own breasts.
Another member of the audience had freed his cock from the fly of his trousers and was stroking it in a leisurely rhythm. In the outside world you’d call the cops on that. But at Club Silk, it seemed all bets were off.
The other voyeurs were enthralled, some silent and awestruck, while others chatted quietly as if they were studying a work of art.
The objects of all this attention, the threesome, seemed not to notice. The woman being pummeled in two places had closed her eyes, having reached another plane of being. She ground onto the cock below her while the one behind slowly made its way in and out of her ass.
How the hell would I put this in my story?
The experience stunned me into an erotic daze. The three were entirely in sync, enjoying their own pleasure as equally as their lovers’. I shifted to get comfortable in my binding blue jeans, and when I looked down, found my nipples jutting hard against my silk top.
I wobbled in my high-heeled boots, and just as wooziness overtook me, G caught my arm and lowered me to a close by sofa.
“Hey, careful,” he said, pushing errant strands of hair from my face.
The room was still swirling. “Could I get a glass of cool water, please?” I asked, and leaned my head back on the sofa.
When he returned, he ran a small ice cube over the back of my neck. God, that felt good.
“Thank you. I don’t know what happened. I guess it was the champagne, the excitement...” I shook my head to clear the cobwebs.
He ran his palm along my cheek. It felt nice, but with the mask between us, it was oddly non-intimate.
“Why do you wear that?” I asked, running a finger along the filigree trim.
He placed my hand back in my lap. Geez.
“I like my privacy.”
“Do you take it off?”
“Nope. Not in the club, anyway.”
With the heady setting, coupled with the champagne and G’s seductive attentions, I’d nearly forgotten my purpose for being there. “Have you been a member long?” I asked, easing back into reporter mode.
His fingers entwined mine. Smart move, this guy. Make the girl relaxed, admired, and then go in for the kill.
“Nobody knows how long the club has been around. As for me, I’ve been a member…long enough.”
A non-answer answer.
“Okay.” Seemed that was all I was going to get. At least for now.
He ran his thumb over my lower lip. His hand smelled like expensive soap, and his rolled sleeves showed a nice, strong forearm, and just the edge of a tattoo.
“What’s with all the questions?” he asked. “Are you a private detective or something?”
With the damn mask, I couldn’t tell if he was serious or pulling my leg.
I leaned toward him and whispered, “Why yes. I am a private detective. I’m here to gather information on—” I looked for someone to gesture toward. “Him. That gentleman over there.”
“Why? What did he do?” He leaned in conspiratorially, playing along.
“Rumor has it...” I paused and looked around for dramatic effect. “That he waters his lawn when California’s in a drought.”
G laughed from behind his mask, shaking his head.
Whew.