“They do…thatwith everyone?” I nod toward the man getting a hand job.
“Oh, well, sometimes, but only through clothes.”
“Oh.”
“Did your…did that guard touch you?” she asks, side eying. “Really? You could report him.”
I shake my head. “What would I say? That he gave me two much-needed orgasms, and I regret them?”
“He made you come? Twice? That fast?”
“Yes.” My face flushes even hotter in shame.
“Damn. I knew he was talented but…”
“You know him?”
“No, I meant, he looks like he knows what he’s doing when he touches a woman.” She shakes her head. “Twice. Wow. After the front door closes, you could take him into a private room and finish what you started.”
“He asked about…well, no. I’m good now.”
Natalie doesn’t comment. In fact, her lips are pursed as if pissed at me or upset that she didn’t get the same treatment. Maybe she has a thing for the guard. He’s all hers. I shouldn’t have let him, a complete stranger, finger me in such a degrading way.
“I think I need a strong drink,” I tell Natalie.
“Okay, well, I’m off to the stocks,” she says happily. “Have fun!”
“You too.”
I get a martini from the bar and then wander around. The place is pretty much what I expected. A bunch of horny people getting it on. In one room, a woman hangs from a cross while two men take turns whipping the front of her body. In another, a guy is tied to a four-poster bed while a man does something to his nipples. Then there’s Natalie. Her head and arms are locked in the wooden stocks, or pillory, and a line of men and women stand, waiting for a chance to use either a paddle or a belt on her ass. Each person gets two strikes before moving on.
I watch a few of them, then the third person asks to use his palm. Natalie agrees and cries out not in pain as they land, reminding me of the guard’s palm on my bottom. The guy asks to taste her pleasure, and she agrees to go into a private room with him, leaving me alone with a bunch of horny people I don’t know.
What am I even doing here? I thought I’d find some comradery with people who have kinks similar to mine, but I just feel like I’m risking my entire career because the pressure of taking on all the city’s criminals is getting to me.
6
Tristan
Iup and leave my post at the front once Kirsten comes through. Joel, the owner, and I have a deal that I can come and go as I please since I’m paying him, not the other way around.
I’ve just walked into the main part of the club when I see blonde hair racing for one of the emergency exits. So, she’s already had enough? Damn. Maybe I pushed her too far in the pat down, but I couldn’t help myself. After weeks of watching her, finally getting my hands on her was too much to resist. God, she was soaking wet and tight, just like I dreamed she’d be.
What the hell is she thinking going outside in the cold without her coat and all alone? Is she leaving? Maybe she’s just getting some air, since she wouldn’t leave her phone.
I follow her into the alley and find her leaning against the brick wall in her pristine white dress. Well, it won’t be so pristine now.
“Everything okay, sweetheart?”
Her closed eyes open. She straightens and faces me. “What the hell was that?” she demands, voice raised.
“You mean my fingers in your pussy?”
“Yes!”
I shrug and fidget with the sash of my idiotic toga. “That’s all it was.”
“You’re not supposed to touch me underneath my clothes!”
