I drop off a tray of drinks to a group of women watching people have sex. A girl is strapped to a table, a man alternating using a vibrator and fucking her. She keeps screaming out every time the vibrator touches her, and it’s…hot. I imagine myself in her place, tied down while someone gives me no choice in pleasure, and heat runs straight through my body. The result is that I’m blushing furiously as I collect my tips. That’s…interesting. I’ve never considered anything like that. My sex life has been pretty normal. By the standards in this club, I think it’d be called boring.

But hell, a few hours in here and I’m already thinking of all the different things I’ve never thought of that I could try. I mean, why not? If I’m going to work here I might as well experiment a little. Who knows, it could be that the atmosphere in here is making me crazy. It’s intoxicating in its own way. I work my way across the dance floor, bobbing with the music and trying to take everything in. It’s getting later, and there’s far less clothing now. It doesn’t matter which direction I face. There are scene areas lining the walls, and it seems like every one of them is being used.

It’s strange, seeing people fucking like this out in the open like it’s totally normal. But because nobody seems uncomfortable with it, it also doesn’t feel awkward. In fact, it feels pretty great. This is not how I saw this job going, but I’m glad. I think I’m going to have way more fun here than at some normal restaurant job slinging soda. For the rest of my shift, I simply work. Filling drinks, taking orders, and of course spying on the sex.

There’s a woman suspended in the air being fucked by two men at the same time. There’s a man down on his knees in front of another man. In another area, red wax splashes across a woman’s breasts and I find that I can’t stop looking. The watch on my wrist vibrates, and I see that my shift is over. I hurry back to the bar, using my code to drop off all the cash that isn’t tips, and I clock out. Normally when I finish a job I feel exhausted, but tonight I feel electrified. I wander back over to watch the couple with the wax as he drips the wax further down her body, closer and closer to her pussy. The woman is squirming as the wax hits her, but it’s obvious she’s not in pain. Instead, it looks like she’s about to come. God, I don’t even know what that would feel like.

“Like what you see?” The deep voice comes from behind me.

I don’t need to turn to feel Cole behind me, so close that we’re almost touching. Almost. “Maybe,” I say. “Honestly, I have no idea. Half of this stuff I never would have thought of.”

“I’ll be happy to introduce you to anything you like.”

I turn, trying to gauge the look on his face. “I thought employees were off limits?”

Cole’s eyes go dark and angry. “I’m sorry that happened. I swear it won’t again.”

“I’m all right. It was just…surprising.”

“As for being off limits,” he says, taking an impossible step closer. “You know we have a strict no sex while working policy. But now you’re not on the clock, and anything that happens from now on has nothing to do with work. You’re not an employee, you’re a woman with the most tempting skin I’ve ever seen. I’m not your boss, I’m just a man who would like very much to introduce you to some of the things Club Deep has to offer.”

I raise an eyebrow. “There will be sex involved?”

“That,” he says, “is entirely up to you.”

Cole leans down and his mouth meets mine. That fire that I thought was going to explode earlier roars through me with searing need. His arms come around me, and we’re pressed together in all the right places. I open my mouth to him, allowing him to explore, and I explore right back. Fingers are at my hips, teasing the skin just above my pants. The ones that are still obscenely low. I’m wet again, wishing he would slip his hands inside my pants and find the place I really want him to touch.

There’s a scream from behind us, and I’m jerked back to reality. I turn back to the scene and find the man has reached her pussy with the wax. He’s letting it fall right on her clit, drop by drop. One of Cole’s arms snakes around my waist, and the other hand slides over my hip, over my pants, lower and lower until his finger is pressing against me. Right through the thin fabric, his finger is on my clit. He presses in time with the drops of wax.

“Every drop he brings the candle a little closer to her skin,” his lips are at my ear, and I shiver. “The closer the candle, the less time the wax has to cool. Every drop just has a little more bite.”

He’s caressing me, and I’m getting wetter by the second. I wouldn’t be surprised at all if I soak through my pants to his fingers. “The only games we play here are sexual ones,” Cole says. “If we want something, we’re direct. I want you, Andrea.” He punctuates his words with fingers, moving in circles, sending sparks of pleasure coursing through me. “Come with me?”

“Where?”

He chuckles. “One of the rooms upstairs. Your choice. You saw them earlier, which one would you like?”

My mind flashes through the themes: Orgy, dungeon, Victorian, medical, office, beach, and the desert room. The room that’s filled with silk and spices. Yes. “I don’t know what it’s called. Officially. The room like a desert.”

“You can call it whatever you like,” Cole says. “What’s the fantasy? Sold to a Bedouin who wants to ravage you? First night in the harem? Captured and given as a gift to the king?”

I freeze at his last suggestion, the story opening up in my head like my head like it was already there. Cole’s laugh is soft in my ear. “King it is then.” He spins me away from him like we’re dancing. “I have to check in with my partners, make sure our clients left and let them know I’ll be unavailable for the rest of the evening. Go pick out whatever you’d like. I’ll send someone to help you get ready.”

He kisses my hand, and then he’s gone, leaving me breathless and shaking. Oh god. This is happening. A day ago nothing like this would ever have been a part of my reality, and now there’s nothing I want more. I shake myself from the thoughts, making my way to the stairs and up towards the desert room.