Page 15 of Sensation Fantasies 1
When Lorelei shut the door behind her, Peyton turned back to me and explained that there were five levels: Pearl, Ruby, Emerald, Sapphire, and Diamond. Peyton was Pearl, while Booker was Diamond. Since he had the highest level, Peyton was allowed to do everything as long as she was with him.
“Pearl just grants you access to Sensation like what you experienced on Saturday,” she continued to explain. “You can get in, engage in the common areas, and drink at the open bar. With Ruby, you can do all that plus there’s a room downstairs that has ten or so mattresses around. I’ve never been down there actually, so I don’t know what it’s like.”
“Why not?” I questioned. I assumed she would have done it all.
Pink tinted her cheeks. “Booker has a private room.”
My mouth hung open. “He does?”
“I’ll get to that.”
“Okay, continue.” I smiled and leaned back in my chair.
“Emerald, you get access to the performance room.”
“Performance room?”
“Sensation has hired performers that put on shows.”
“Why?” I asked. Why would anyone need to put on a show at a sex club? Wasn’t all of it a show in some way?
“Have you heard of Shibari?”
My eyebrows furrowed. “Shibari?”
“It’s a style of rope bondage.”
I swallowed. “No, I haven’t.”
“I hadn’t either until Booker took me into the performance room.”
“I don’t know if I want to be tied up,” I admitted.
Peyton chuckled. “I didn’t think I would like it either, but when Booker wrapped me in a design that was similar to a corset, I felt”—she looked off to the side briefly and then back at me—“sexy. For some reason, it made me feel more like a woman.”
“Really?”
“I can’t really explain it, but yeah.”
“Is that all they perform?”
“No.” She shook her head. “They do it all, like creating fantasies.”
“What do you mean?”
Peyton thought for a moment. “I guess it’s like Chippendales in a way.”
“What?” I chuckled. “Chippendales?”
“Well, not that cheesy, but one time I went to see them in Vegas, and this guy was grinding on a motorcycle. It was fucking hot. So imagine something like that, but withactualsex with a woman, a man, or multiple people.”
“Okay …” I thought I understood what she meant. “So, each show is different? Like an erotic show?”
“Yep.”
“And the next level?”
“Sapphire. Did you happen to see a guy wearing a mask and sitting in a winged back chair with a woman on a leash at his feet?”
