Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27423 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27423 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
A girl who’s giving a blowjob looks up at me and grins. I blush, remembering that I’m here to refill the supplies. If this room can accommodate this many people, no wonder it goes through the most supplies. Rosie was correct, these shelves need a ton of refilling, and it takes several trips to get the shelves full again.
I don’t think I would like being in that crowd, but watching so many people connect and do what they want with each other is amazing, and arousing. Damn. I wasn’t counting on being horny on the job. I guess that’s why they made the ’no sex on the clock’ rule. I’m curious to know how many times that happened before they had to make it a rule.
The next room is cold stone and torches, with chains and wooden tables and equipment that’s mildly terrifying. But not so terrifying that it doesn’t fill my mind with images that make me squirm in the best way. There’s a cross obviously meant to spread someone open, and even though I’ve never really thought about that kind of thing, the sight of it sends tingles of desire across my skin. Being bound and vulnerable, the idea makes my breath go short. As I look around, there are some people playing in here, and I’m curious, but the atmosphere in the room is so intense that I don’t feel like I can watch without intruding. I refill the shelves as quickly and quietly as I can before moving on. It ends up being a lot easier than I thought it was going to be. And less weird. It takes me a little more than an hour to finish all the rooms. Someone could probably just keep going in circles doing refills. But since Rosie didn’t tell me to do that, I put my last numbers in the computer and head down to the dance floor.
I don’t see Rosie as I make my way towards the main bar, and the bartender doesn’t know where she is either. I decide to wait because I don’t want to do something I’m not supposed to on my first day. I keep looking for her though, looking across the room to the other bars and seeing if she’s there.
“So what do you think of my club?”
The deep voice comes from behind me, and I turn to find my sexy rescuer. He’s leaning against the bar, totally at ease, and now that I’m not an adrenaline-filled mess, I can appreciate more fully how fucking hot he is. I note the way his shirt stretches a little around his chest and arms, like it can’t quite contain him. He has a small smile on his face, like that mysterious stranger in the movie who you know is going to change the plot. He asked me a question. Suddenly my mind catches up, and I think my mouth drops open. “Your club? You’re the owner?”
I can’t hear it over the music, but I see his chest move with laughter. “One of them, yeah. I share ownership with two friends.”
“Wow,” I say. “I mean…it’s overwhelming.”
“You didn’t know what it was, did you?” His words are punctuated by that maddening little smile.
I press my lips together, hoping that it’s dark enough in here that he can’t see my blush. “How did you know?”
“Because most people who apply to work here want the staff discount on membership.” He shrugs. “It’s good motivation for them, and it makes most people work harder. You didn’t mention it in your interview. People almost always do.”
“You were at my interview?”
He shakes his head. “No. I spoke to Jared.”
Jared is the manager of the club who interviewed and hired me. “Oh.”
“I’m Cole,” he says, offering me his hand.
I take it, my hand dwarfed by the size of his. “Andrea. But you probably already knew that.”
His full smile is dazzling, almost glittering in the chaos of the club lights. “I hope you’re not too overwhelmed.”
“Well,” I laugh, “it’s a lot to take in when you think you’re working at a night club and it’s actually…” I don’t have the words to describe exactly what this place is.
“So much more than that,” Cole finishes for me. “My partners and I, we wanted a place where anyone could have their fantasy. Where anyone could come and safely be themselves, dig deep until they find out who they really are.”
Somehow over the course of the conversation we’ve gotten closer, so close now that I don’t even have to strain to hear him over the music. So close that we could be touching if either of us moved an inch. “Is that where the name comes from?”
“Yes.”
I shake my head. “I’ll be honest, I’m not sure how to feel about it.”
“You don’t have to be sure. We’re all about exploration here. If you need any help with that exploration, you be sure to let me know.”