Page 54 of The Mirage Guild

Two anchors came down from the ceiling holding black silk bands that floated down to the floor. Two women, fully nude, stepped up to the bands and began winding them around their limbs. One man and another woman joined them on stage, helping the aerialists get secure. As they helped wrap the bands, their hands roamed over their bodies and placed kisses on their mouths.

This scene was going to overwhelm all of my senses. I didn’t know exactly what to expect, but based on the bodies on the stage and a heavy-breathing Isabella next to me at the bar, I was in for a show. I decided to focus on one pairing at a time, taking in what they were doing before moving to the next.

The first aerialist, a black-haired, pale-skinned woman, wound herself in the shimmery black silk bands. Her body was strong and toned as she wrapped herself up, the flesh of her thighs squeezing out through the edges of the fabric.

Her partner walked up to her, grazing his hands across her skin as she spun slightly from the anchor. I moved my eyes to the next woman, already secured in the silk bands, her red hair trailing down her back. Another woman with short cropped blonde hair circled her, running a black-painted fingernail down the middle of her chest.

Soft music played from the speakers as the scene unfolded. My eyes flicked over to Isabella, who leaned against the end of the bar. She swallowed hard as she took everything in. The crowd was quiet in respectful anticipation. Soon, the aerialists began to twirl slightly in the silk bands.

Their partners trailed hands over their flesh as they helped guide their movements. I wasn’t totally sure of the protocol, but I figured my tasks shouldn’t include standing here staring like a gaping fool. Especially as the man’s cock slipped out of his tight shorts, and the black-haired woman took it in her mouth as she stretched back.

To break the spell the scene had on me I focused on some tasks behind the bar. I would need to be quiet, but with everyone’s full focus on the stage, I had a little bit of leeway. As I glanced down the bar at Isabella, no longer looking at the stage but staring over at me instead, my plans shifted. This, right here, is what I was good at. Giving one last show for the road.

I tilted my head back and silently directed her to come closer. She walked to me like she was in a trance. My hands were on her hips instantly, guiding her to stand at the counter, facing the stage. I pressed my body against hers without hesitation. I grinned at the intake of breath as she felt me press into her back. Even if I knew where she stood on things, I was confident I could give her this.

“Watch,” I said as she turned her head back to me to say something. “Just watch.”

Izzy might want to walk away like our time together meant nothing. Like I meant nothing.

But I wouldn't make it easy for her.

My hands slid up her thighs.

God, I loved the feel of her warm, soft skin. I would never forget it. But when I felt her trembling against me, I smirked.

She wouldn’t forget how I felt either.

Good.

“Keep your eyes forward, and don’t make a sound,” I said. I trailed a finger over her panties. “Can you do that?”

Isabella nervously nodded.

I pushed the material to the side and ran a finger up and down her middle. Her arousal coated my fingertips, and I grinned like a maniac in her hair. This woman was just as filthy as me.

“Do you enjoy watching them up there?” I asked. “Do you like it when he pushes his cock down her throat?” Isabella trembled beneath me. “Do you like watching when she rubs her partner’s clit?”

Isabella shuddered as I pressed a single finger past her entrance and into her warmth. On the stage, the man pulled himself out of the black-haired woman’s mouth and helped her sit more upright in the silk bands. She repositioned the bands around her wrists and thighs so she could use the bands as leverage.

Then, the man walked closer to her, and she sank herself down onto his waiting cock. As she began fucking him, I timed the push of my finger to their movements. Isabella’s hands pressed against the edge of the bar top as she watched it all unfold.

My eyes flicked over to the other aerialist as she lay back comfortably in the bands as her partner knelt in front of her. Her face was buried in her pussy, and her fingers pumped in and out of her. Moans and wet sounds came from the stage as the tension intensified.

I took advantage of the distraction and added a second finger inside Isabella. Only the slightest gasp left her mouth as she adjusted to the new sensation. I rubbed my knuckles against her clit right before I buried my fingers deep inside, and based on the soft shakes of her legs, Isabella was close.

“You’re going to come all over my fingers, but you can’t make a sound, got it?” I whispered in her ear.

She nodded furiously, her knuckles white in their grip on the counter. Based on the slapping of skin coming from the stage, our performers were also close. I needed to get Isabella there with enough time for me to rinse my hands and slow my breathing before the crowd’s attention was again pulled to the bar.

I curved my fingers in the way she liked and pressed tightly into her clit. The walls of her pussy clenched around my fingers, and her body arched forward in a wave as the orgasm hit her. I held her up with one arm wrapped around her middle, but she kept her word and stayed quiet.

I waited until the goosebumps faded from her skin to pull my fingers out. I was washing my hands as our performers on stage were reaching their own climaxes. Isabella’s eyes were full of fire as she glanced up at me, and I wanted nothing more than to push myself into one of the side rooms and sink myself inside her.

I had to tear my gaze away from her before I did exactly that.

The charm sounded from the speakers, and the heavy curtain dropped from the ceiling, signaling the end of the on-stage acts. Now, the club would transition to private rooms and public displays from members who weren’t shy.

As I glanced at Isabella, taking a deep, steadying breath, I noted the subtle signs of our recent closeness—a faint blush on her neck, the nervous bite of her lip. The lounge buzzed back to life, murmurs of excitement and desire filling the space as the performance concluded. The grand opening was a success. The club’s new daring direction was resonating with our guests.

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