Page 27 of Adam & Eve

I followed her for nearly fifteen minutes. Fewer and fewer people surrounded us. It made

me even more curious to see where she was going. Another block and we’d be in a residential area.

Suddenly she turned short and walked down an alley way. She stopped at a building I recognized

as an old cigar factory. She knocked and a guy the size of a body builder opened the door. She

posed sexily allowing his eyes to roam over her voluptuous body. She spoke to him in a hushed

tone for about a half a minute before he beckoned her inside, his hand at the small of her back just

above her ass.

I waited, peaking around the building into the dark alley. When I was sure she wasn’t

coming back out, I followed her path and knocked on the door as she’d done. The same guy

answered.

He looked behind me then to each side of me. “No female companion?” he questioned.

I shook my head.

“Three-hundred bucks to come in alone,” he said and held his hand out after he’d given me

the once over.

I doubted the cover was as high as three-hundred, but because I wore an expensive black

Armani suit, I guessed he figured I could afford it. I paid him in cash.

I didn’t know what I expected when I walked into the building. Honestly, I had no

expectation when I entered. From wall-to-wall the room was decorated in black and red. The walls

were painted solid black. Red and black sofas sat scattered throughout. All in attendance were

dressed in variations of red and black. The ones who had on clothes at least.

Men and women of all ages, shapes, sizes and colors danced, talked, fondled in different

stages of undress. A large percentage were nude or in lingerie. A big neon sign hung from the

ceiling like a disco ball read: INFERNO. A fast techno beat thumped from the speakers. Eve was

full of surprises. I would have never imagined her in such a place.

I made my way through the crowd then up a set of stairs. There were about fifteen rooms

divided between three floors. They were all the size of studio apartments and in each room, people

watched and, or participated in any and every sexual act I’d ever thought about, read about or had

seen.

While I searched for Eve, I saw things that would have made a porn addict blush. I got

distracted from my search as I watched two women who were covered in tattoos and shaped like