Page 34 of The Loneliest Number
“We just had a drink. I’ll take the tour.”
We make our way across the room to a corridor on the other side.
“This is where you’ll find the specialist rooms,” she tells me as she guides me along. “The doors stay open so you can peek in to see if it takes your fancy. There’s a shibari room you might want to check out. There’s male only, female only, a couple of mixed rooms, including an LGBTQIA+ space. And at the end here,” she points to an arched doorway. “is basically a massive orgy space. Pretty much anything goes. Oh, and there was a doorway from the first room… that leads to the exhibition space. It’s great for voyeurs but also just to warm up. Shall we head there first?”
“Happy to follow your lead, Pixie. I take it you want me to use that name tonight?”
“Yes, I’d appreciate that. Thank you.” She reaches up to kiss my cheek. “Any special nicknames for you?”
“Just Cam is good.”
We make our way back down the corridor, pausing to look in the doorways as we go. Abby explains that it will start getting busier any time from now, but this is still fairly quiet.
“Makes you wonder if these guys have amazing stamina and stay all night. Or like to come and go as it were,” Abby says as we pause at the mixed room. I can count eight bodies in there, all mostly nude. Two guys share one woman, one taking her mouthwhile the other pounds into her doggy style. A male-female couple is laid out on one of the benches, his head between her thighs and to the side of them, another trio, but the lighting is darker, and it’s hard to make out who’s who.
“What time does it finish?” I ask, hoping I have enough stamina for whatever she has planned.
“One in the morning.”
I took my watch off and left it in the locker with my phone and coat, but we’ve not been that long, so I’m guessing it’s about 10 pm right now.
“Jeez, this place is like a Vegas casino, isn’t it? How do people know when it’s time to go home?”
“They do actually ring a last orders bell around 12.30 am and then the lights gradually start to come up just before it ends.”
“Is there anything in particular you want tonight?” I ask her.
“I want to be watched. It gives me a real high. I’m hoping you’re happy to create a show with me.”
“Aye, I’m up for that.” My response rattles my chest when it comes, as my tone is so low. My cock has been at half-mast since her comment about her on her back and her heels at my ears. And seeing all this fucking out in the open, people seeking their own pleasure, has done nothing to dampen it.
She leads me back through the bar, but we get waylaid on our way to the exhibition space when a tall, black guy approaches Abby, pulling her into a hug.
“Pixie, how are you? It’s been a while.” His eyes are all over her.She likes that.His hand strokes up her bare arms, and she quivers.
“Dan, hey.” There’s enough light here to see her whole face fill with joy. “Working or playing tonight?” she asks him.
“Playing. You got any space on your card?” His gaze sweeps over me, and his eyes twinkle as he takes in the wristbands at my wrist. I do my own recon and see he also wears the gold and therainbow wristband. I give him a nod, and his face lights up with a grin.
“I do. I want to make a show. You up for it?”
“Of course. Tell me what you need me to do.” She leans in close to whisper. His eyes hold mine, so I see them widen as she spills her plans. Shame she’s not sharing them with me.Why not?And why does not knowing turn me on?
“Sound good?” she asks. He licks his lips salaciously.
“Sure fucking does. I’ll meet you in there in ten minutes.”
“Give us thirty. I want to warm this one up first.” She jerks her head at me, and now it’s me widening my eyes with surprise.
“Come on, big guy.” She smiles at me over her shoulder. And I follow her, completely enchanted by her and so fucking horny I will agree to anything right now. I’m getting used to her hand gripping mine and tugging me along now. She’s freakishly strong.
The exhibition space is the biggest room we’ve been in so far. It’s split into quadrants with a stage in each corner and chairs fanned out around each one. As I look around, it reminds me of the basement space at The Juniper and I wonder briefly if I should consider something like this. Two stages are in use right now. One holds a bed with a couple on it, fucking in the missionary position. I love the simplicity of it. They’re not trying to be fancy or show off any kinks. They are just getting down and dirty with an audience. People are sitting in the chairs watching, as well as some standing behind them.
Opposite, there’s a Saint Andrew’s Cross with a naked woman tied to it. There’s a slightly bigger crowd watching this set up. Another person sits on a chair on the stage, cock in hand while they watch a third man stalking around the cross with a tasselled whip, striking the woman. I can’t decide if I’d prefer to be the one on the cross or the one with the whip, but I know the list of things I want to try with Abby is getting longer by the minute.
I pull in a deep breath, wondering what Pixie has planned for us. I feel her gaze on my face, and look down at her.
“Okay?” Her hand strokes up my arm as she checks in with me.
