Prick.
I pocket my phone and return to my run.
Within a few minutes, I’m back at my place, and I don’t like what I see. The old man from the next lot over is sitting outside my RV.
“Hey ya, neighbor!” he calls out as I slow my jog.
The phrase, Die, motherfucker. Die, chants through my mind.
That’s the main problem with these RV parks—nosy fucking neighbors.
I just stare at him, not wanting to give off the impression that I’m open to this visit. The old man’s eyebrows are so bushy, they look like caterpillars, and his white hair has far receded from his forehead. His ears stick out, and his nose is covered in age spots. Besides those obvious signs of his age, he appears much younger than I’m guessing he is, and nothing about this man is frail.
“You finally finished setting up, and I figured I’d come over and introduce myself. Officially welcome you to the neighborhood. The name’s Willy, and my lot is right next door.”
I stand next to Willy, my new neighbor, whom I have no interest in chatting with.
“I’m not one for company, Willy. I appreciate you stopping by, but don’t make it a habit.” I nod at him and head toward my door, leaving him sitting in front of my place. I don’t need some lonely old man stopping by and making things difficult for me. I have work that needs to be done. Then, I’m out of here, and Willy can make friends with whoever parks their home in my lot next.
Besides, I have four more marks to hunt down.
Rylan
“I’m having second thoughts.” Tatum tries to backpedal.
“Tatum, this was your idea.”
“Not exactly. You asked me what my fantasy was, and I answered you. I didn’t think that meant I would actually be acting out that fantasy in front of strangers.”
Utopia was closed for three days after the body was found. After a lot of persuasion and a few drinks, I convinced Tatum to check out the club for the first time. It was harder than I’d thought it would be to get her to agree, but once I explained that she would be in a probationary period for a week and that no one was going to touch her, she gave it a chance. We’ve been back three more times since then, but neither one of us has to wear the red lanyard tonight.
“It’s just sex, Tatum. Every person is there for the same thing. No one will judge you.”
“Then, why are we getting all dressed up?”
She fidgets with the lace garter I just helped her put on.
“No one is going to judge you for acting out your sexual fantasies, but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t look hot while doing so. It’s part of the fun.” She doesn’t look convinced, so I gesture to the full-length mirror and say, “Seriously, look at yourself. You’re fucking smoking, and anyone who looks at you tonight will see that.”
“Having people look at me when I’m wearing next to nothing is kind of what I’m afraid of.”
I want to scoff at her. She really is being ridiculous.
“This is about freedom and acting on your desires, which is what you said you wanted. We can call the whole thing off if you’re really not okay with it. It’s totally up to you.”
Tatum takes a deep breath. “Nope. I’m not backing out. Just don’t let me do anything stupid, okay?”
“I promise. Now, throw on that trench coat, and let’s go.”
Tatum’s nerves bounce from the roof of my car to the floorboard for the entire ride to the club. I have some jitters myself, but they aren’t half as bad as hers are. I’m more excited than anything. We’re killing two birds with one stone today—one of Tatum’s fantasies and one of mine. We don’t have to go to the club for her to experience being with a woman, but we do for mine. Crazed eagerness and fascination tingle throughout my body as we pull up to Utopia.
I’m a woman unleashed, unchained from bland confinement.
We check in quickly and settle in the lounge in order to ease our way in.
The first time I was here, people were practically standing shoulder to shoulder. After the incident, the club hasn’t been as busy. A few people mingle around us. Men and women come in and out of the door that leads to the back, which is where we will be going tonight. Each and every one of them has a look of satisfaction on their face.
“Still nervous?” I ask Tatum, barely managing to tear my eyes away from the man who just walked out from behind the door.
She looks at me, and, yep, there is a bit of panic in her eyes.
“Yes.”
“Which part makes you most nervous? The act or the location?”
She messes with the tie around her waist that holds her coat closed. “I’m nervous about what we’re going to do, but that isn’t really what has my stomach in knots. The room and the people are what is making my insides do flip-flops.”
The room I chose—the viewing room—is my fantasy. The acts we’re going to perform inside the room are Tatum’s. The idea of all eyes being on me is something I’ve always been curious about. Goose bumps coat my flesh from just the thought of it.
“If you’re not comfortable, we don’t have to use that particular room. You’re safe here, no matter what room we’re in, though. Phones are collected at the door, so no one can record anything. I can’t guarantee that you won’t end up in someone’s mental spank bank, but there is really no harm in that.” I give her a nudge and smile to try to lighten her worries.
“I’m okay. I’m just nervous. I don’t want to embarrass you or myself. You’ve been so excited about this club. I don’t want to ruin it for you.”
“You won’t embarrass yourself, and there is absolutely nothing you can do to embarrass me. I write for a kink magazine for crying out loud.”
She laughs because she knows I’m right.
“What if it’s weird?”
I lean in, my lips connect with hers, and I pull her closer to me with my fingers on her chin. She leans into my touch, and our mouths find an easy rhythm.
We kiss.
I pull back and wait for her to open her eyes. “Was that weird?”
“No, definitely not weird.” A blush colors her cheeks.
“Don’t think too much into this, Tatum. Just relax and do whatever comes naturally for you. Let any preconceived notions or societal norms fall away.”
Finally, she relaxes back in her seat and takes a deep breath.
“Ready?” I ask, taking her hand.
“I am. Let’s go.”
A man greets us on the other side, inspects our room ticket, and hands it back. We’re clear to go forth. I check the room number, and we proceed to viewing room six. The back is set up in wide hallways with doors lining both sides. In the first one, the walls are brick, and there are three closed doors. People linger, chatting and going about their own business, which seems to put Tatum at ease. I don’t tell her that the night is still early and that more people will start to trickle in soon. We turn down another hallway. This one has floor-to-ceiling windows on one side and rows of couches lining the other. There are fewer people, but unlike the first hallway, these guests are all watching the shows.
Faint moans and soft words can be heard through the glass walls. Each room hosts people living out their wildest fantasies.
The first room we pass has several people inside—one woman with six men. She is kneeling on the floor with them surrounding her as she works between them with her mouth. The next room is a bit tamer—a man and a woman in bed. He’s fucking her missionary-style. It’s simple, but it still draws my attention. In the room after that, there is a woman who occupies the space by herself. She’s in a yoga-like position that resembles child’s pose with her hands stretched out in front of her, gripping the sheets covering the mattress, as she rocks herself over and over again onto a dildo that is suctioned to the wall. Her loud moans reverberate in my ears.
Tatum roots herself to the floor in front of this room, but I figure it’s best if we don’t linger outside our room too long tonight. I pull on her hand, leading her deeper
down the hall.
I unlock the door to room number six, and we enter. There isn’t a theme, and there are no gimmicks. It’s just a room designed to look like any other ordinary bedroom. I take a moment to let it all sink in.
“We can’t see them.”
I turn my head when Tatum speaks. She faces the front wall that, from this side, only looks like a mirror. Our reflection peers back at us.
“There are rooms here where you can see the parties on both sides, but I thought this would be better for our first time, easier for you to get lost in the experience and forget that people might be out there.”
After dropping my bag to the floor, I pull her away from the reflective wall and face her toward me. “Are you sure about this?”
“I’m sure, but, Rylan, I’m not a lesbian.”
My hands stroke up the length of her arms with a tender touch. “Neither am I.” I step a bit closer to her, continuing, “You don’t have to explain yourself. It doesn’t matter to me one way or the other if you are or aren’t questioning your sexuality. This is about fulfilling a sexual need you have and experiencing it.” My hands reach her neck, and I lightly apply pressure in a soothing manner.
“Have you ever…” A blush creeps up Tatum’s skin from her neck to her cheeks.
“Been with a woman?” I save her from saying it.
She nods, affirming that’s what she’s asking.
“No, this will also be a first for me. I might seem a lot more confident about this situation, but it’s new to me, too. I’ve wanted this for so long though that it overshadows my nerves.”
Sex isn’t about gender to me. It’s about the physicality. I’ve never been with a woman, but the simple act of pleasure is what turns me on. It’s what gets me hot.
I lean forward and lightly press my lips to hers to end our conversation.
She doesn’t respond at first, but then her soft lips sweep mine. I untie the belt around her waist and let her coat fall open, and then I do the same to mine, leaving us both in only skimpy lingerie. Kissing a woman isn’t that different from kissing a man—at least, so far. Our touches are shy and exploratory. Her hair tangles around my fingers. Our lips move against each other’s in a slow, hypnotic rhythm for another moment before I pull back just a bit.
Tatum lazily opens her eyes and looks at me with apprehension. “Was it okay? Why are you stopping?” Insecurity drips from her words.
“Shut up, Tatum. Stop second-guessing yourself. Let go and just let your needs take over.”
She twists a strand of her hair methodically around her finger.
“Kiss me,” I demand.
Uncertainty takes over her features when she opens her mouth to respond, but I cut off her words, “No, shut up and kiss me. Kiss me like you mean it. Take control of what you want. Kiss me like this is the last thing you will ever do on earth. Make me feel something. Make me feel you. Kiss. Me. Damn it.”
Words are gone. We don’t need them anymore unless they are dirty and laced with need and want.
She grabs me by the hips and pushes my back against that glass wall—the one that lets people look into our room of exploration—before pressing her body against mine. The idea of people watching us just on the other side of the glass curls a low heat in my core.
Her mouth crushes against mine with passion I wasn’t expecting, and my lips part from the shock of her actually taking control. Tatum’s tongue slips out and twists with mine. She’s sensual yet demanding. Her skin molds to mine as she brushes against me, and her leg goes between mine. I grind against her thigh and let out a throaty moan into her mouth. Time ticks by while I shamelessly rub against her, and our tongues dance. Tatum’s hands roam my body—tentatively at first but gaining confidence with every little whimper she pulls from me. There is a lot of skin to touch now that both our coats have hit the ground.
“This is about you. What do you want? Tell me what’s next.” I push her with my words to test her limits as I slide from between her and the wall. “What do you want to do to me, or what do you want me to do to you?”
She walks toward me and moves to lift the top from my skin, but I stop her.
“Use your words. Tell me what you want. Walk me through it.”
“I want to strip you. I want to see you.”
“Sounds fun.” My words are light, but I know she can hear my approval.
When she reaches for me again, I let her.
Her fingers graze under my breast as she takes the material from my top up over my head. My tits are freed and hang heavy between us. Tatum, with an innocence that’s intoxicating, traces my nipples with her pointer fingers. I give myself over to her, pushing my chest out to allow her to play. She massages me with her hands, getting the hang of groping her first pair of breasts, before she leans down and takes one into her mouth. She licks and sucks in a manner that’s far from chaste, and the slow heat from before starts to flare.
Her tongue trails down lower until she’s on her knees before me, looking up. I stand still to see what she’ll do next, watching as her hands trace up my legs. She reaches my panties and slowly pulls them down until they reach my ankles. I step out of them to help in the process. Her eyes take me in while I stand completely bare for her. My nerves kick in a little now that we’re really about to cross a line I’ve never been to before, but the thought of being free overrides my nerves. My arousal hits me hard, and the evidence pools between my legs. Her eyes darken and glaze over with longing. The room fills with tension and the yearning for more—her desire to keep going, her need for me.
“Words, Tatum.” My throat barely chokes out the demand.
“Get on the bed. I want to taste you. I want to know what it’s like.”
I can’t resist the natural urge to tease. So, I swipe my finger through my folds and then graze her lips to give her a small appetizer of what’s to come. I throw her a taunting grin over my shoulder as I lie down on the bed, as she wished.
She’s still licking her lips as I settle on top of the bed. The sight causes a mild bit of apprehension to settle in my stomach.
I’m really about to do this. Fuck. I try to push the doubt from my mind and focus but the questions in my mind take over as Tatum keeps an eye on me from across the room. Are people watching? Will I like this? I do so far. In fact, everything up until this has been an extreme turn-on. Will I be able to please her? The thoughts race through my head until Tatum takes her first step closer.
She saunters with grace toward the bed, and all I can think about is her touching me. When she is just a step away, she looks over her shoulder at the glass wall for a brief pause.
“It’s just me and you, Tatum. See us when you look at that mirror—our bodies wrapped around one another and the pleasure between us. Anyone on the other side of that wall won’t be able to look away when they see us completely surrender to each other. Trust me.” My heart races, and my palms begin to sweat as I think about the people who will see us.
She removes her lingerie, dropping it to a pile on the floor, and I forget to breathe. She’s absolutely fucking stunning naked. She crawls on top of the bed and brings her lips back to mine, and all her soft curves press against my own. Her puckered nipples scrape against my skin, and her weight on top of me is foreign but not unwelcome. Her mouth goes to my neck, and she nibbles against my skin as her hips settle between my legs, making me focus solely on her instead of marking all the differences between a woman and a man.
“We’re really doing this,” she whispers with her lips still pressed on my throat and her hand twisted in the back of my hair.
“We’re doing this.” I almost don’t recognize my own voice. It’s too breathy, too out of control to really be mine.
Tatum nips the skin right under my ear before slowly tracking down my body. She sits on her knees between my legs and spreads my thighs as far and as wide as possible. I’m completely exposed as she runs her finger across my pussy. She repeats the motion back and forth before she enters,
her finger pushing slowly inside me. Her hands fumble for an uncomfortable minute as she pokes and prods me with unpracticed moves. It doesn’t take her long to get down a fluid motion though when she brings her thumb to rotate on my clit while pumping her finger inside me. I roll my hips with the rhythm she sets, and my body arches off the bed.
“Does this feel good? Am I making you feel good, Rylan?” she asks.
“God, yes. So fucking good.”
“I think it’s about to get better. For both of us.”
She blows against me before taking my clit into her mouth. She starts out slow, licking me gently, like she’s testing the waters and exploring the new experience. Her touches are too light, and she isn’t hitting the right spots exactly. I start to wonder if this was a good idea.
Her fingers open me up to her, and she explores with her tongue. She licks inside me and through my lips. She tests out what makes me moan, and I make sure to give her lots of verbal cues to hint when she’s found something I like. The pressure of her tongue against me begins to strengthen, and when she hits my clit, a hum of pleasure crosses my lips. Rocking her fingers back inside me, she works them in tandem, driving me a bit higher.
This so wasn’t a bad idea. Curse my fucking doubts, because, holy shit, this just got a whole lot better.
My eyes roll back into my head as she finds her groove. She sucks hard and then swirls her tongue before licking me with the flat of her tongue. Her mouth and tongue are constantly changing how she plays with my clit as she adds another finger inside me.
She pulls back to watch my face. The evidence of my arousal covers her lips and drips from her chin. She quickly dives back between my legs to continue pleasuring me. My knees begin to shake, and my brain gets more than a little fuzzy while I grab on to Tatum’s head and hold her against me.
I push against her face as my orgasm hits me. “Oh, yes! Fuck, yes!”
I fall over the edge and lose my mind under her tongue. She hums an appreciative approval against my clit, and it vibrates through my whole body. I catch a glimpse of us in the mirrored wall, and I almost can’t believe it’s us. She pushes through my high and continues to lick until well after I’ve come.
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