I punched in my number and handed it back. “So, uh, I guess I’ll go get changed and enjoy what’s left of my evening here.”
“Have fun,” Brad smiled knowingly. “Maybe I’ll see you around. When I’m off duty, I still like to make use of the facilities.” He winked, and I felt my cheeks heat slightly.
As I headed back toward the locker room, I couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to run into Brad here when we were both off the clock. The thought sent a pleasant shiver down my spine. But for now, I had other plans. Plans that were nameless and faceless and would help me forget the week I’d had.
Tonight was about release, not connections. And yet, as I stripped off my wet work clothes in the locker room, I found myself hoping I might bump into Brad again before the night was through.
Just as I was putting my phone in the locker, it buzzed. I glanced at the screen and saw a text from a number I didn’t recognize.
???: It’s Brad. Thanks again for the help. And, if you get a chance tonight, there’s a private room for you downstairs that’s already booked. The door will only open for you tonight. Consider the surprise inside your “tip” for all the help! Have fun!
A private room downstairs? A door that would only open for me? A surprise inside? That sounded interesting and mysterious. And part of me hoped that surprise was Brad, naked, his ass in the air waiting for my cock.
The thought made my dick harden as I put the last of my clothing into the locker and turned the key. It sounded like my night was going to be one to remember. But I didn’t want to rush to my surprise first. Right now all I wanted to do was showerand get back into the bathhouse to have some fun with all those shifters.
I wrapped a towel around my waist and headed for the open showers on the far side, my mind buzzing with curiosity about this mysterious private room. But first things first, I needed to wash away the day’s grime.
The shower area was crowded with naked men of all varieties. Werewolves with soaked fur. A few vampires, pale and perfect. Even a couple fae folk with their ethereal beauty. And plenty of regular humans like me, all of us united by one thing, the desire for connection without names or complication.
I found an empty showerhead and stepped under the hot spray, letting it cascade over my tired muscles. The water pressure was perfect, which was no surprise given that Brad was in charge of maintenance. I closed my eyes and tilted my face up, feeling the day’s tension begin to melt away.
“Need someone to wash your back?” a deep voice rumbled beside me.
I opened my eyes to find a muscular werewolf grinning at me, his amber eyes gleaming with interest. He was incredibly muscular, his wet gray fur clinging to his body in a way that highlighted every ridge and curve.
“I wouldn’t say no to that,” I replied with a smile.
He stepped closer, his large hands reaching for the soap. I turned, presenting my back to him, and his strong fingers began working the lather across my shoulders and down my spine. His touch was firm but gentle, massaging as much as washing.
“You’re carrying a lot of tension,” he observed, his thumbs pressing into a knot between my shoulder blades.
I groaned as the muscle released. “Long week of fixing other people’s messes.”
“I know what you need,” he murmured, his hands sliding lower, soap-slick palms cupping my ass.
I braced my hands against the tile wall as his fingers explored further, one thick digit pressing against my entrance. Around us, similar scenes were playing out. There were men washing, touching, kissing under the warm spray. The steam carried moans and whispers, creating a symphony of pleasure.
The werewolf’s finger breached me, and I pushed back against him, inviting more. His chest pressed against my back, warm and solid, a light dusting of fur tickling my skin. His erection nudged against my thigh, impressively large with a thick knot at the base.
“What do you say we take this somewhere more comfortable?” he suggested, his breath hot against my ear.
As tempting as it was, I had other plans for the night. “Another time,” I said, turning to face him. “I’ve got something waiting for me downstairs.”
His eyes flashed with disappointment, but he nodded, understanding the unwritten rules of the bathhouse. No hard feelings, no expectations. “Your loss,” he said with a wink, already eyeing another man a few showers down.
I finished rinsing off and stepped out, grabbing a fresh towel. My skin tingled with anticipation as I made my way through the main bath area. The large central pool was filled with men lounging in the warm water, some chatting casually, others engaged in more intimate activities. Along the edges, bodies writhed together on padded benches.
I paused to watch a threesome between two vampires and a human, their pale hands moving over the man’s tanned skin like artists sculpting clay. The human’s face was contorted in ecstasy as they fed from him, taking small sips from his neck and inner thigh. It was beautiful in its way, this exchange of pleasure.
Near the sauna, a group had formed around a particularly well-endowed centaur who was receiving oral attention from three different men while others watched andstroked themselves. The centaur caught my eye and nodded appreciatively, silently inviting me to join.
On another day, I might have. But tonight, I was looking for someone to service me instead of the other way around. I found a place of my own at the edge of the massive pool and dropped my towel on the floor, not caring that I was hard and exposed. I sat on the lip of the pool, only my feet in the steaming water as I looked around, taking in the sights and sounds of the sexual decadence around me.
A slim man with pointed ears and iridescent skin approached me, his eyes a hypnotic swirl of blue and green. A water sprite, I’d guess, by the way his skin seemed to shimmer with moisture despite being dry.
“Mind if I join you?” he asked, his voice melodic and enticing.
I patted the space beside me. “Be my guest.”