Page 93 of His Secret
He steps out of the cab and I pay the driver.
“Yeah. Twice.”
When we get to the door, he shows his ID to the man behind the desk, and mentions me being his guest. I also have to hand over my ID, and then we get a short lecture on rules before we’re allowed in.
The main room has a circular bar in the center, and tables lining the walls. The lights emit a golden warm glow in an already dim room.
Music plays over the speakers at a decent level, and people mix and mingle, wearing a variety of differentoutfits. The women vary the most—ranging from sexy lingerie to tight-fitting dresses. The men are mostly in dress pants and collared shirts. Some are in see-through black tops, leather pants, and both sexes wear corsets.
As we walk farther in, I notice hallways that branch from each side of the room, and when I gaze upward to inspect the stunning chandelier, I notice there’s a second level.
“Where are we going first?” I ask, my body already thrumming with excitement.
Adrian grins. “Do you want a drink?”
I shake my head. “I already feel tipsy.”
“Then let’s get started.”
He leads me to the left, where we enter a hall where the rooms have no doors. There are four—two on each side, and every one of them is massive.
Adrian chooses one to walk into, and I follow behind, immediately noticing two giant-sized beds and multiple bodies on each. My eyes try to track everything that’s happening, but it’s hard to focus.
Moans and the sounds of bodies slapping together fill the room. On one section of one of the beds are two women, fully engaged in oral sex. Another section has what appears to be two couples, perhaps swapping, or maybe full on sharing. They all touch and kiss each other, taking turns with one another.
On the other bed are three men interacting with each other and a woman and a man. In front of the beds, with about three feet of distance, is a long leather couch where people sit and watch.
“Wow,” I say under my breath.
“A room for voyeurs and exhibitionists.”
“Are you either one of those?” I ask.
“I don’t mind either one.”
“What’s in the other rooms?”
He smiles and turns around. We find one room that’s outfitted with wooden X’s, and some of them have people strapped to them.
“What are those called?”
“St. Andrew’s Cross.”
“And they’re being…”
“Flogged. Or whipped. Or caned.”
I feel my body temperature going up. “Let’s keep looking.”
We visit the other halls, finding that one leads to what appears to be a strip club. But without people crowding stages and throwing money. Men and women dance on a stage as other people watch from their booths.
Eventually, we make our way upstairs, where I find each room has a closed door. Some have small windows in them, so I peek inside and get to watch as a couple have sex on the bed. The man turns his head and finds me there, a small smirk on his face. He turns and says something to the woman, who in turn looks in my direction. They switch positions and really put on a show.
I tug on the collar of my shirt, swallowing as I watch.
“Want to go inside one of these rooms?” Matías asks.
“With a window?”