Page 23 of Voyeur
With my head down, I rounded the corner and smacked into someone. Immediately, I started to apologize and turned to see if the person was okay, when I heard her voice apologizing first.
Oaklyn.
“I’m so sorry. I totally rounded that corner too fast without even looking.”
My heart jumped in my throat and panic zipped through my body. I didn’t think she had recognized me yet, so I kept my head down and didn’t turn to her fully. With a gruff apology and saying it was okay, I got the hell out of there.
I waited to hear her call my name, chase me down to see that it was me, but it never came.
The cold night air welcomed me as I pushed through the doors and only one thought filled my head as I drove home.
That was too fucking close.
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oaklyn
That was weird.
I watched the man walk away; his wide shoulders slouched over a trim waist. I hadn’t got a good look at him before he bolted, just a strong jaw with stubble and a black ball cap covering his hair.
I shrugged off the encounter and the niggling feeling that he was familiar. I’d probably just seen him around Voyeur before.
Then it clicked.
He was the man at the bar from earlier. Charlotte had pulled my attention to him, letting me know he was staring at me pretty intently. I’d brushed it off, blaming my outfit and thought nothing more of it. The members at Voyeur stared and I tried not to think too much about it. I tried not to think too much about anything at Voyeur. Just let my body do the work and detach as much as I could.
“Dammit,” I said when I turned to walk away and bumped into another hard body. Tonight wasn’t my night.
Strong, warm hands gripped my biceps, steadying me. “You okay?” Jackson asked.
“Yeah. You’re just the second guy I’ve bumped into in the last few minutes and I’m starting to question my ability to walk.”
“I’m sure you walk just fine,” Jackson said, chuckling. “You’re just a man magnet.”
“I guess there are worse things to be.”
“And I was actually looking for you.” I looked up and raised my eyebrows in question. “I got another request for a sex scene and you’re the only woman here who I know isn’t signed up for anything intense like the BDSM rooms. Plus, we put on a really good show. So, even though you’re not signed up for it tonight, I wanted to ask anyway.” He gave me his best smile, trying to lure me with his looks.
The problem for him, was that I wasn’t affected by Jackson’s looks, and he knew it. You had to give the guy credit for trying.
“I’m sorry, Jackson. I can’t tonight. I’m too tired to even think about it.”
“Setting my manly pride aside at you being too tired to think of hot sex withme,” he joked. “Are you okay? You seem off.”
My shoulders dropped, and I let out a deep breath. I loved Jackson for caring.5We’d only known each other for a little more than a month, but we’d become fast friends. Grinding on someone naked kind of forces a fast bond. But he didn’t have to care for me as much as he did, and I counted my lucky stars that he did. This job was easier having him on my side.
“I’m okay. Just getting worn down. School and work and work and work are getting to me.”
“I get it. When I was in college, I was working here too, and it takes its toll on you. Mind you, I wasn’t working two student worker positions at the same time, but I can relate a little.”
Jackson had a degree in marketing and helped Daniel part time with the finances, but I hadn’t asked him why he still performed and didn’t go get a real job. Maybe I’d have to do dinner with him some time and get to the bottom of that.
“Okay, well I won’t push. Even if the money is really good and you give great head.”
I slapped his chest as he wrapped his arm around me but laughed all the same.
The money was good when we put on a sexual performance together, but we tried to get away with faking it as much as we could. And a couple of times when the money was high enough, I’d fallen to my knees for him or let him bend me over to perform oral. I’d let him touch me in a way that allowed people to watch his fingers between my thighs.6
