She had no toys, no accessories, just herself. Guests watched from comfortable seats or from across the room as the woman hummed while she explored herself. She was just what we needed to set the tone for the rest of the evening.
I kept pace with our guests, refilling glasses and fetching snacks as needed. Every time I made my way up to the bar I tried to communicate as much as I could with a glance at Max. He grinned at me, and part of my brain told me that I’d made up for the hurt I saw in his eyes last night, but deep down I knew I’d seen it.
The soft ringing we’d set up to announce a shift in the stage set rang out from the speakers, alerting the entertainment and staff. I watched as the curtain dropped around the stage and the anticipation in the room built.
Within minutes, the curtains were pulled back again. On the stage now rested a bed with clean creamy silk sheets, a small wooden table within arm’s reach of the bed, and a couple. On top of the table rested various toys and accessories that would be used on stage, for everyone to see.
The Mirage Guild was more than exploring fantasies, it was about putting them out in the open for everyone to enjoy and experience. It was about removing the judgment and stigma about enjoying watching others in pleasure. And by the grins on the faces of our VIP guests, I think we got it right.
I leaned against the bar for a few minutes and watched the couple. Everyone in the room seemed to be holding their breath waiting for them to get started. The woman sat up on her knees, wearing only a tiny lace thong. Her creamy skin glowed in the dim light of the room and was a contrast to the tan hand of the man who palmed her belly.
The man knelt behind her, placing soft kisses up and down her neck as she smiled. His other hand reached around to grab her full breasts and she moaned when he tweaked her nipples. More guests came to take their seats to watch the show.
The man slid a palm down her toned belly and cupped her between her legs, grinding his palm into her. She rolled her head back against his shoulder, her breath coming out heavy. He reached over to the table and selected a palm-sized vibrator and turned it on.
He rolled the buzzing device all over her body, making her tremble. He ran it down her neck, in between her breasts, over her stomach, and pressed it between her legs. He ran it over her panties, and we all watched as she lifted her hips to press herself into it.
The man was only wearing small, tight shorts, revealing a bulge pressed into the woman’s back. Everyone watched with rapt attention as the man tugged down her panties and pulled them off her. She sat up, bare for all of us and we greedily soaked her in.
He reached again for the table, this time selecting a thick, veiny dildo from the options of toys. He trailed it up her thighs, up between her breasts, and brought it up to her mouth. She immediately parted her lips and I let out a small gasp as he slid the dildo in her mouth.
I swallowed, hoping it would clear my head, and turned from the stage. I reached for a glass of water and caught Max’s eyes. They were dark and his brows were furrowed as he took me in. My chest grew warm, both from the display on the stage, and his stare.
“I’m sorry about earlier,” I said. What better time to apologize than when everyone else was distracted by what’s happening on the stage? “I don’t know why, I just . . .” I let my voice trail off, not really sure what I mean.
“It’s fine,” Max said. “Truly, I get it.” He smiled at me, so I smiled back.
“I just don’t know . . .” I said, not really saying anything.
“You don’t need to overthink this, Isabella, I’m fine, I promise,” he said. “Now turn around and watch the show. It’s getting to the good part.”
I swallowed at his firm direction. Maybe things would be okay between us. Just because I wasn’t ready to do a deep dive into our situation didn’t mean we couldn’t keep whatever it was that we were doing, right?
My eyes scanned the room making sure no one needed anything, but all eyes were on the stage, so I followed their lead. My eyes widened as I watched the man slowly slide the dildo in and out of the woman as he held her up with his other arm, wrapped under her breasts. Her chest was red, and her breath came out in moans as it pressed past her entrance.
The man kept the dildo inside her, lowering her hips down on it. He reached for the small vibrator he was using earlier and placed it on her clit. Immediately she started rocking her hips and moaning louder.
The entire room watched as the woman crested over the edge. Her body pulsed on the dildo shoved between her legs as the man held her up. Their set was about to wrap up, so I took a deep breath and started to make my way around the room.
As the lights dimmed and the sultry ambiance of the Mirage Guild embraced us, I found myself caught in the mesmerizing spectacle unfolding on stage. The performers moved with a grace and intimacy that echoed the thrum of desire pulsing through the club. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught glimpses of Max, his attention fixed on the stage, yet a palpable distance hung between us—a chasm widened by my words earlier.
The vibrant energy of the performance, meant to draw people together, highlighted the space growing between us. In that moment, amid the seductive allure of the Guild, all I wanted was to bridge that gap, to lean into the warmth between us. Yet, as the performers intertwined in a dance of shadows and light, I remained rooted in place, the weight of unspoken emotions anchoring me firmly to the spot.
TWENTY-FOUR
MAX
Caught in the whirl of sultry performances at the Mirage Guild, I found myself relenting to the pull of desire, the need to be close to Isabella overpowering the awkward tension that lingered between us since last night. The charged atmosphere, the captivating acts on stage, all of it attempted to melt away the walls I’d wanted to maintain.
Even as every rational thought urged me to put distance between us, to protect myself from the inevitable downfall we’d experience, the moment our eyes locked—a mix of relief and evident desire swirling within hers as the echo of a climax reverberated through the club—I felt an irresistible pull toward her. In that charged silence, filled with the raw intensity of everything unfolding around us, words became redundant.
Seeing her get all worked up as the performers were on the stage had made me unbearably hard. Luckily, I could hide behind the coverage of the bar all evening. Watching the next performance would bring back memories of the last time I had Isabella on that stage.
The charm sounded through the club, and the curtains closed, shutting off the trance everyone was in. Chatter and giggles filled the room as the stage was reset behind the curtain. This was the gap where people would order new drinks and snacks, so I shook my head and focused on the crowd walking up to the bar.
Seven signature cocktails, two mock-aritas, and four bowls of snack mix later, the room was ready for the next and final set. After this one was over, the rooms would book up quickly with couples who required a more private experience. But the rules of the Mirage Guild stated that open displays of passion, lust, and even sex were all allowed.
As I watched Isabella make her way around the lounge, dropping off drinks and picking up empty glasses, the curtains on the stage parted again. This was perhaps our most elaborate scene of the evening.
