Page 77 of You Kissed Me First


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Before the driver pulls off, he rolls down his window. “Knock on door. Tell them Chicha sent you.”

He nods before turning toward the building. With my hand in his, he knocks on the door.

The man that opens it does not look friendly. He looks as if he is in a gang.

“Maybe we shouldn’t be here,” I whisper.

Dominic smiles. “Scaredy cat.” Then he turns to the man. “Chicha sent us.”

The man nods once, not saying a word. Once inside, the door slams behind us, making me jump.

Dominic pulls me into his side as my eyes adjust to the poor lighting.

“Two hundred,” the man barks out.

Dominic doesn’t hesitate, pulling out some bills and handing it to the man. The man nods before leading us to the end of the hall where a curtain blocks the room from view.

The sounds coming from it are curious though.

There is a clicking sound as if something is being repeatedly hit. Then there is the sound of heavy breathing.

Is this some sort of gym or spa? Maybe I misheard what they said this place is.

“You have an hour. Enjoy.”

When the man sweeps the curtain aside, pushing us inside, I freeze.

What in the ever-loving fuck is this?

“Dominic,” I hiss.

I look to him, but he is as frozen as I am.

We both stand there, my body pressed against his as we take in the room.

It’s a large room with some sort of picture or paper on the wall every six feet or so. Then there are the holes. Under each photo there is a hole in the wall.

Oh, but the room isn’t empty.

No. At some of the places where I assume there is a hole, there are men. Men who are humping the wall. They are humping the wall with their bare asses out.

Holy fuck.

A grunt from the right draws my attention. I glance over and find a man shaking as he grunts out. When he pulls away, I see his dick briefly before he tucks it into his pants.

“Dominic. Get me the fuck out of here,” I whisper to him as the man takes me in.

I feel so dirty.

“Right.” Dominic clears his throat, pulling me back through the curtain. When we get to the end of the hall, the guard is still there.

“No refunds.”

Dominic shakes his head. “No need. Thank you.”

As we stumble out the door, Dominic doesn’t stop. He pulls me down the street until we are out of sight of that place.

“What the fuck was that?” I hiss, my body shaking a little.