“Probably because I’m half naked.”
“I am too, and he wasn’t looking at me like that.”
Fair point.“If he was into me, then why did he leave us alone? He could have kept the tour going as long as he wanted.”
“Isn’t it obvious?” asked Chastity.
“No.”
“He’s going to go dress up as a teacher so that he can fulfill your fantasy.” She sounded so sure. “Come on.” She grabbed my arm and pulled me towards the hallway.
I yanked her back just before she crossed the threshold. “You can’t just run into a sex hallway guns a-blazing. You have to be careful.” I slowly edged my toe over the red line. I half expected a giant dildo to swing down across the doorway, like one of those swinging axes that you’d see in a horror film. But nothing happened. I peered into the hallway.
“Come on,” said Chastity. “We’ve been in this hallway before and nothing bad happened to us.”
“I mean…I ended up on stage and nearly got fucked in front of like a thousand people.”
“Exactly! This hallway is amazing.”
“You say that now, but you’ll be singing a different tune when you see all the clown penises.”
“Clown penises? I’ve never heard you talk about that fantasy before.”
Oh God.“That’s not… You know what, forget it.” If I explained that I was scared of clowns and hence their penises, she’d probably blab it to Cole. Getting attacked by a clown penis needed to be added to my list of greatest fears. Somewhere under centipedes.
Chastity walked into the hallway. No clown penises attacked her. “Are you coming?” she asked. “Or do you want me to leave you all alone in this sex club?”
Damn her.I had no choice but to follow. “Fine, I’m coming.” I joined her, and together we walked farther into the hallway.
Rap music began to shake the entire hallway as we approached the first door. Through the archway, dozens of scantily clad women were grinding up against tuxedoed men on the dance floor. If it had been a high school dance, the chaperones would not have not been pleased. They were definitely not leaving room for Jesus.
“Wanna dance?” asked Chastity.
“Um…”Not really.Grinding on some sweaty stranger wasn’t at the top of my to-do list. There were probably so many germs on that dancefloor.
“Come on! You promised you’d play along!”
“I will. I just uh…” I looked down at the key in my hand. “Don’t you want to find out what this dice symbol means?”
“Uh, hell yes I do. Good call.” She dragged me deeper into the hallway.
I hoped I hadn’t just made a terrible mistake. Dancing was a known entity. But this key? There was no telling what kind of sexy horrors it would lead to.
“What do you think will be behind the handcuff door?” asked Chastity, looking at the handcuff symbol on hers.
“A sex dungeon?”
Chastity twirled a strand of hair around her finger. “My first thought was bondage too, but I also wouldn’t mind being manhandled by a hot cop.”
“Sounds romantic.”
“Right? Oh! Or maybe I’ll get thrown into a co-ed prison cell and get gangbanged by a bunch of prisoners.” She let out a squeal. “This is so exciting! What do you think your dice will be?”
“That depends. What kind of sexy things can you do with dice?”
“One time I saw this girl put one in her…”
“Hold on,” I said, stopping in front of a heavy wooden door. It was at least ten feet tall and looked like it had been carved out of a solid block of wood. I pointed to the tablet on the wall next to it. The screen was all black except for the red outline of handcuffs - the same symbol as Chastity’s key. “Looks like we found your sex dungeon.”
