“Glory holes? That’s a thing?” I ask quickly, though even I notice there’s more curiosity in my tone than anything else.
“Oh, very much so. They’re pleasurable for both parties, a certain anonymity where you can just… be,” the man says.
I can feel Cassi’s rounded eyes on me as I slowly turn my gaze to her. She isn’t judging by any means, but I still feel a level of embarrassment for sure.
“The glory-hole room is just down this hall to your left,” the man intervenes, gesturing behind himself.
“Meet you back at the hotel?” Cassi asks me with a knowing smirk.
I struggle to meet her gaze for a moment, feeling more than a little embarrassed before I nod quickly and hurry down thehallway. I don’t honestly know where I’m going, and I don’t really care. I just want away from Cassi’s shit-eating grin.
Once I turn a corner, the hall grows darker, only soft red lighting leading the way. There are several closed doors either side of me, and I can faintly hear the sounds of whips, chains, and both deep and soft moans drifting through them.
My feet carry me to an open gallery of sorts. Two men are passionately fucking in one room while a group of onlookers watch through a glass wall. An exhibition room? I pause for a moment, entranced by how they embrace each other so fervently, how their eyes frequently drift to the crowd before their tempo increases, like the audience is fueling their performance.
After they both reach their release—alongside some of the audience members who’ve, um, taken matters into their own hands—I continue wandering through the club. I’m honestly a little dazed and more than a little out of my depth. It feels as if I’ve been drop-kicked straight into one of the pornos I watch late at night, only I’m unsure I want to participate. I’m unsure I want to be here. I mean, I don’t have the confidence of Cassi or even Ari. I can’t march myself right into a bondage demonstration or sleep with a total stranger on a whim.
Couldn’t you, though? What better night to push the boundaries of your limits than here, right?
Nodding to myself, as if forcing myself to summon some courage, I turn and see a plaque outside a door that readsDark Room.
Curiously, I move towards it. The attendant standing outside it offers me a welcoming smile.
“If you’d like to engage, move to the center of the room. If you need a break, move to the perimeter. The exit signs will be the only thing lit in the room, and you can take your leave at any time. If you feel unsafe at any time, you need only callout ‘gratify’ and one of our roaming security guards will quickly intervene. Step through this door and the next to enter the dark room.”
I’m blown away with the level of security precautions they’re taking to ensure the mental and physical safety of their customers. I don’t know why I expected this place to be some sweaty, crowded orgy—it’s clearly anything but. The velvet walls, marble floors and polished metal railings everywhere should have given that much away.
I nod to acknowledge the man’s instructions, then he opens the door and gestures for me to step inside. Hesitantly, I take a few steps forward, and then I’m plunged into total darkness. For a moment, I panic. I’ve never been afraid of the dark by any means, but nerves like I’ve never experienced before are racing through my body. Blindly, I reach out in front of me before feeling a door handle. This must be the one he mentioned.
You can do this, Nay. If you don’t like it, you can move on. You can do this.
After that little mental pep talk, I push the door open and step forward. At least, I think I’m stepping forward. I see nothing for several feet, until I look up and spot the faint red glow of an exit sign across the way.
I stand there for a moment, my eyes rendered useless—but that means my ears begin to pick up on everything. Soft moans and sighs, lips meeting lips, whispered words being met. Someone bumps into me, and it jars me for a moment before I feel the wall behind me. Remembering the man’s words, I slowly move to the center of the room. Or at least what seems like the center of the room. Awkwardly, I bump into one person before stepping on another’s foot. They grumble at me as I apologize. Fuck, this was a mistake.
Then a soft hand reaches for mine before trailing up my arm to my neck. It’s slim, gentle, and when a soft pair of lips just barely brushes the corner of my mouth, I know it’s a woman.
Heat pulses through me as she adjusts her aim, moving to the center of my mouth before her soft lips pull at mine. I find myself sinking into the kiss, not knowing where to put my hands for a moment before resting them on what I think are her hips. Silky hair caresses my fingertips as I do. Holy shit, is her hair really that long? I start playing with the ends of it, and she breaks our kiss and moans into my ear.
“Fuck, I love my hair being played with.”
Her voice is pure sex, and I don’t have any words to reply before her mouth is back on mine, her tongue twirling around my own as I tentatively run my hands up her back before sinking them deeper into her hair.
She moans into my mouth, almost like a reward, so I tug on her hair, earning yet another moan. I feel drunk on her mouth, like I could stay like this for the rest of time. God, maybe I lean to men way less than I thought because kissing a man has never felt like this.
The woman has positioned herself so she’s grinding herself against my leg. I can feel her pussy growing wet, only a pair of panties separating her and my bare leg as she uses me for her pleasure.
Someone comes up behind me then, a pair of lips latching on to my neck as what feels like a beard scratches the sensitive skin there.
“I could hear you moaning all the way across the room,” a man rumbles into my neck.
For a moment, I think he’s talking to me, but then the woman pulls her mouth away from me and speaks.
“She tastes like fucking heaven. See?”
She wraps her hand around my jaw, forcing my head backward before a new pair of lips meets mine. The kiss is so intensely different, it sends my head spinning. The man takes full advantage of the kiss, pushing his tongue into my mouth in a much more aggressive way than the woman did. It’s still pleasant, and the entire moment is exhilarating, but I have to admit, I’m not enjoying him as much as I did her.
“Fuck,” he rumbles. “Might have to take her back to a private room for some fun, Star.”