All the best stuff happens in private rooms
I went upstairs to the third level. The action was clearly happening in the couples-only rooms, and I saw penises, finally. Thrust, thrust, thrust. One, two, three couples were entwined in different activities.
Two men took turns with two gorgeous women on the same bed, and the ladies moved to switch partners and condoms. A perfectly manicured set of fingers slowly reached between legs to gather and squeeze the mattress beneath them.
Then I saw my date, who'd clearly just arrived and was still taking it all in. The tattoos on his neck were familiar, and I instantly felt warm imagining the scent of his skin. I approached him and offered him a drink. We headed to the bar to swallow more tequila from the bosomy barkeep.
"Let me show you the private rooms," I said, and took his hand. Moans of men and women were audible above the DJ's music mix as we neared the second floor. The shibari couple was gone from the center stage; and the pole-dancing woman was blowing her partner on the black couch. I felt safe, if still a little nervous. I found a room and we stepped inside.
I watched as he took his time unlacing his boots. We lay on the bed and began kissing. It was private, but I knew that sex was all around us. I asked to open the curtain; and with his blessing I stood, pushed the semi-sheer gauze aside, and saw a familiar woman standing right outside: one of my co-workers from the strip club.
We made eye contact and I heard her say to the man she was with, "Hey! I know that girl…" Thinking better of trying for a three-way, I climbed back in the bed with my boyfriend. "Thanks for doing this with me, babe," I said. He held me.
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