The Screw Ball (Indianapolis Lightning Book 3) Samantha Lind (story books to read .txt) 📖

Lucas leads me down the hall, this time pushing open a door into a large room. As soon as I take in this room, I can feel my eyes go wide in shock. We’re in a sex club. There are people all around in different stages of sexual positions. I am shocked speechless, at this point, and don’t really know where to look or not to look.

“Just breathe,” he whispers into my ear, and I suck in a breath.

“Why-what—” I stumble over my words, trying to form a complete sentence. He moves us, positioning himself in front of me with me facing his is back. All I can see is the elaborate-looking wallpaper and the end of a bar. “Why are we here?” I finally get out.

“Because I wanted you to experience something new,” he says, “but I also want you to know that we will not be having sex here. I just wanted you to experience what an aphrodisiac it can be to be in a place where sex is so freeing. This room is going to be tame compared to other rooms in this club. The further you get into it, the kinkier it can get.”

“And you’ve come here before?” I ask.

“Once, but don’t worry, they are very discrete. The clientele they cater to expects their privacy to be kept. A place like this wouldn’t be able to survive if they leaked who comes here,” he tells me and all I can think of is the nightmare a place like this would create for a PR company if one of their clients were linked to it. And here I am, the PR manager, and I’m at a freaking sex club with my boyfriend.

“Okay, I’m good now,” I tell him.

“We don’t have to stay long if you are uncomfortable,” he tells me, reassuring me.

“No, I can handle it,” I tell him. He leads me to a small booth, letting me slide in before he does the same. A cocktail waitress approaches and takes our order. An ice water for him, since he’s driving, and a large glass of wine for me. If I’m going to experience a sex club for the first time, I’m going to need a little liquid encouragement.

“The center stage is set up very much like a strip club, except here, the people on stage strip completely. Sometimes they’ll put on a show solo, and sometimes there’ll be multiple people. It is up to the performer if they want people to join them and what they’ll allow that person to do. If you look around the room, there are smaller alcoves. These are meant to be semi-private places for couples, or people meeting up here to mingle and do whatever it is they want to do. Some people like the thought that other people might be watching them. Then, the doors around the room lead into private rooms and into other parts of the club.”

I look around, taking in the room. It is quite large, and has probably twenty, maybe thirty people here.

“Is that who I think it is?” I ask Lucas, pointing toward a man I recognize. He’s currently got one younger-looking woman giving him a blowjob while he fondles another woman’s breasts, while she goes down on the other girl. It is all so overwhelming, but I also find myself turned on by everything that is going on in this room.

“If you think that it is the bigwig pastor that is always on TV, then you’d be correct. Like I said, discrete. Much like fight club, the first rule of sex clubs is you never speak of it outside of these walls. The members expect their patronage will never be revealed. Take that guy, as an example. If it got out that he was a frequent visitor, and I’m not saying he is, but think of what kind of headline that would be, not to mention what he’s probably got at stake that he could lose. Do you think his parishioners would be okay with the fact that he isn’t living the life he’s standing up there every Sunday morning preaching about? I’m also going to go out on a limb and guess neither one of those women are his wife.”

“Why do you like coming here?” I ask, curious why Lucas would enjoy a place like this.

“I’ve only ever been here once before, as a guest to someone else. It was something I wrote off as a try it once kind of thing, and never expected to come back. But, after our little talk back in Toronto, the idea came to me one day that maybe you should experience something like this and maybe it would help spark something that you hadn’t thought about trying. I just want to be clear that we don’t ever have to come back here if this place makes you uncomfortable.”

“It is interesting, that is for sure, but I don’t think that it’s for me,” I tell him honestly.

“Thank you for trusting me,” he says, leaning over and kissing me. “Now, let’s get out of here. I have a dress to strip you out of.”

He slides out of the booth and I quickly follow. I came, I saw, I don’t need a second visit.

Seventeen

Lucas

Watching Carmen experience the sex club was an experience all on its own. I knew it was going to press her comfort levels, but she handled it like a pro. While I know that it isn’t her kind of place to go back to after this visit, it was hot as fuck to see her experience it for the first time. The way she took in what was happening in different parts of the room was a turn on, in and of itself.

I pull into a parking spot and kill the engine. “Shall we?” I ask, squeezing our clasped hands quickly before we pull apart. She’s out of the car before I can make it around and open her door for her,