Page 15 of The Billionaire

“See that grandfather clock over there?”

I looked towards his direction and saw an elaborate clock.

“Uh huh.” My voice was weak.

“We have fifteen minutes until the games begin.”

Something told me on the inside that he had an idea for how to occupy the next fifteen minutes.

“Why don’t you follow me, kitten?”

Kitten?

He grabbed my hand and I followed him looking left and right at the sex acts, not knowing if I should turn away or watch. But the more I watched the more I got turned on; something I never knew about myself since I had never watched a porno.

One woman had her legs wrapped around her masked gentleman and he held her with such strength as he cupped her voluptuous bum. His cufflinks were white diamonds and as he lifted her in and out, her cries of orgasm rose above all the others in high shrills as he laughed, satisfied.

I went wet hearing her orgasm; my body instantly reminding me of the erotic sensations earlier from the stranger. I felt embarrassed that I was throbbing, feeling turned on by this incredulous site. I took two swift sips from my champagne flute and prayed to God I wouldn’t be mortified by the running of juices down my leg. I quickly turned my attention back to the incredible awe of the power in this room, the prestige of décor and architecture. In that moment, I felt like I was in a movie, a ball from the 1700s or something, except this was quite different. This was a sex club.

Holy Hell.

Maybe you should let your inhibitions loose and be bad McKenzie for the night? Besides no one knows you. No one knows about your past conservative upbringing. No one knows that you were a goody two shoes and only have had sex with one man. Heck get it out. You are a new woman tonight.

My obvious ego spoke to me.

Yet, as crazy as that sounded, it sounded alluring.

I didn’t have too much time to ponder. Tall man led me to a doomed velvet seating section surround by draped silk golden curtains that were held back by gold ropes.

“Sit.” He invited me politely.

There was a table in front with a bucket of ice and champagne resting.

“Would you like champagne? Or would you care for something stronger?”

Stronger! Come one. Be bold. Might as well enjoy the hand the deck had dealt.

“I can do stronger.” I sat up taller, incredibly aware that I had no clothes to hide behind.

He pulled a rope and a bell rang. Seconds later, a beautiful Asian woman wearing a high wasted nude silk number, with a bra that was cut out exposing her blossoming breasts appeared.

I looked down, suddenly shy.

“Yes?”

“I would like a scotch.And she will have . . . . “

“Gin and tonic please.”

“Right away.” She smiled sweetly yet seductively.

I played with my hands feeling funny looking at a masked man. While it was sexy and intriguing, it was sort of freaking me out not knowing who I was speaking to.

Moments later the woman appeared with our drinks as well as an innate little silver display of more liquor for our drinks should we decide to have more.

She then untied the fabric and it draped closed, giving us privacy. My heart rate doubled as I reached for my drink. It was then I realized behind the cushioned seats was a mirror surrounding us. I saw his reflection through the mirror and looked down again at my glass.

He drank his scotch as the ice rattled against the gold-rimmed glass.

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