4. Scotlyn

FOUR

Scotlyn

T he days and nights have been going by way too fast. Sometimes it's still hard to believe I've been in Portland for as long as I have. Do I miss Texas? Of course, I do. I'd love to see my parents more than just on holidays. They're at least proud that I work at Ward Enterprises; it's one of the top business firms in the country. And who knows, maybe one day I'll take night classes and earn a degree. However, for now, I'm making pretty damn good money without having to spend tens of thousands on a college education.

During the day, I work at Ward Enterprises, and then at night, I'm at Society X. It just so happens that after tonight I have a long weekend where I don't have to work at either place.

"What's got you all grinning like that? I know it's not me."

I look up from wiping down the bar to see Isaac, his chest bare and glistening. His bright blue eyes twinkle as he smirks at me.

"You always know how to make me smile, Isaac," I say, winking at him. With the way he's dressed in just a pair of ripped jeans, I have no doubt he is getting ready to put on a show. Isaac is very popular with our clients, both female and male. I glance down his body, then settle back on his face with a grin. "Let me guess . . . Viewing Room tonight?"

He nods and leans across the bar, his voice low so the other patrons around can't hear. "One of our members has had a nasty breakup with his boyfriend, so some of his friends who are also members want me to help cheer him up."

It's always fascinating hearing stories about what he does in the Viewing Room. Before I can ask him about it, Nova appears around the corner of the bar and waves for me to go since my shift is over.

"Want to walk with me to get my things? My night's over," I tell him.

His grin widens. "I know. That's why I stopped by here. I have a favor to ask you."

I already know what he's going to ask. Giggling, I pass by Nova and pat her on the back before joining Isaac on the other side of the bar. "You want to do a test run on me, don't you?" I ask.

Isaac wraps his arm through mine and walks with me to the back part of the club where the sex rooms are.

"Do you mind?"

I shake my head and laugh. "No, but I don't see why you need me. You're an excellent dancer. Very sexy. If you weren't gay, and if it wasn't against the rules for coworkers to date, I would totally be interested."

Isaac chuckles. "Thanks, love. You're not so bad yourself."

"Thanks," I say back, giggling again.

He squeezes my arm. "But in all seriousness, I have some new moves I want you to see. I want to impress these guys."

Isaac and I venture down to the hallway where the sex rooms are. There are red lights lit up above the Dark Room and the Play Room, but the Viewing Room is green. We stop at the door, and he types in his code. When it opens, we walk through the dressing room to the main door that leads into the Viewing Room. The stage is the only place lit up with sensual purple lights. And right smack dab in the middle is a plush chair where the man of the hour will sit while all his buddies will be in the audience . . . watching.

Isaac leads me to the stage, and I sit down in the chair. My heart races in my chest and I can feel the heat of embarrassment rise to my cheeks. Isaac smirks and places his hands on the armrests, caging me in.

"You're getting better at this," he teases. "When I danced for you the first time, I thought you'd sprout your angel wings and fly away." He sways his hips and straddles me. "You seem a lot more comfortable now. You're only a slight shade of pink instead of full-blown red."

"I'm working on it," I admit.

Isaac winks at me. "Good. That's all I wanted to hear."

For the next ten minutes, Isaac dances for me and I realize how limber he is. His new moves are super sexy and I have no doubt he could cheer anyone up. The man is well endowed, as evidenced by the bulge in his jeans as he dances. I'm not going to lie, I kind of want to see how big he actually is, but he keeps his pants on. There's no time for him to give me a full show. However, I've heard from others in the club that he has the biggest cock of all the guys who work at Society X.

Once he's done, I walk out of the Viewing Room just as Christy saunters down the hall with the group of men behind her. I move to the side so she can type in her code.

"Wait for me," she whispers, hooking a quick glance my way before escorting the guys into the Viewing Room. A few minutes later, the door swings open and she comes out.

"Is everything okay?" I ask her.

Her lips pull back into a wide grin. "Of course. I knew Isaac was going to give you a show; I want to hear about it."

I fan myself with my hand. "It was hot. That's all I can say."

Christy snickers. "I bet. I'm not going to lie, I'm a little jealous right now. If I hadn't been so busy with all the new members, I would've tried to sneak in."

My eyes widen. "How many new members are we talking?"

Her face brightens with excitement. "We've had twenty today alone. That's not counting the several who are filling out paperwork as we speak."

"Business is booming," I say, laughing. "That should make our bosses happy."

Christy nods. "I'd say so." She glances at her watch and motions toward the other end of the hallway. "Come on. I'll walk with you to get your purse."

There's something about her smile; it's as if there's something mischievous going on in her mind.

Narrowing my gaze, I can't help but grin back at her. "What's going on in that head of yours?"

She winks and nudges me with her elbow. "Nothing, really. I was just wondering if Isaac's show has got you in the mood to try out one of the sex rooms once and for all?"

Having Isaac rub all over me has definitely made me want to let loose and have fun. But am I ready for what Society X has to offer? I already know the answer to that.

"Hold that thought," I say.

We leave the hallway with the sex rooms and move to the administration part of the club where nothing scandalous happens. It's just a series of offices where new members come in and fill out their paperwork. And it's also where the employee break rooms are. I walk inside and grab my purse while Christy waits for me in the hallway.

I take a quick peek at my phone to find a text from Brent. We exchanged numbers the other night when I saw him at the club.

Brent: I hope you had a good night. I'd love to see you again. Text me when you get a chance.

My heart flip-flops in my chest, and my stomach feels as if a million butterflies are fluttering about.

"Have you talked to your friend Brent today?" Christy questions.

I hold up my phone. "It just so happens he's just texted me."

I never thought seeing him again would bring back so many feelings from the past, a time when things were simple and innocent.

It's hard not to smile while reading his text again.

"He said he'd love to see me again," I explain, meeting Christy's stare. "I think it'll be nice spending time with him before he goes back to Texas."

Christy crosses her arms over her chest, her gaze curious. "What kind of relationship did you two have? When he was here, I could sense the sexual tension between you."

That makes me laugh. "Sexual tension? I would've loved for him to make a move back when we were in high school, but we never did anything more than hold hands and kiss."

She tilts her head to the side. "What if he joined the club? Would that shock you?"

I laugh again. "There is no way in hell he'd join Society X. He lives in Texas. It wouldn't surprise me if he's still a virgin."

Her eyes narrow. "What if he is? If you two were to go out tonight and he wanted to have sex, would you be up for taking his V card?"

I've never been with a virgin, but the thought thrills me.

"I think I would," I confess, shocked when the words leave my lips.

Christy chuckles lightly. "He wouldn't last long that first time. Think you would enjoy that?"

My insides tremble at the thought of having sex with Brent. He's such a good guy, but there has to be something inside of him that wants to give in to his desires.

I fan myself with my hand. "If Brent's a virgin and he gets a taste of what being with a woman is like, there is no doubt he'll be all up for round two. Maybe even three or four. I would be more than happy to teach him a few things."

There's no one in the hallway, but Christy moves closer, her voice just above a whisper. "You know, you can always request a virgin for the Dark Room. There are a few I know of. It seems like it's something you might be interested in."

Being with a man who hasn't slept with someone is intriguing, but if there are male virgins in their late twenties and older, there has to be something wrong with them. Then again, Brent could seriously still be a virgin. I noticed the way he acted in the club, at how nervous he was to stare at all the bare flesh walking past him. His family are very religious, just like mine. I, on the other hand, wanted to get away from all of that. I have my faith, and I fully believe I'm a good person; I'm just not the type to walk around like I'm holier than thou.

"Have you seen these so-called virgins?" I inquire.

Christy smirks. "I have. And you've seen a lot of our male members in the club. They're all pretty damn hot if you ask me. I would never do you wrong."

Am I seriously going to do this? I think I'm the only employee of Society X who hasn't partaken in one of the sex rooms. In a way, I am a virgin.

"Okay," I give in, squeezing my eyes shut. "I want to try the Dark Room."

Christy squeals and flings her arms around my neck. "You won't be disappointed." She lets me go quickly and takes my purse, nudging me toward the door at the end of the hallway that leads back into the main club. "I'll hold your stuff since you're not allowed to have your phone in the club. I talked to Jared a few minutes ago; he should still be there. Go find him and get scheduled up."

My pulse races as I leave her and walk into the main part of the club. There are so many people around, but I spot Jared almost immediately. He's so tall that he towers over almost everyone. He turns around before I can even tap his shoulder.

"Hey," he says, smiling curiously at me. "Are my eyes deceiving me? I don't think you've ever sought me out before."

Rolling my eyes, I clutch his wrist and nod toward the exit. "I haven't. Now let's go somewhere and talk before I change my mind."

Jared and I leave the main club and head back to the administrative wing of the building. Christy is still waiting for me and hands me my purse before giving Jared a wink and strolling away.

He takes me into the same room where I filled out all my paperwork to become an employee of Society X. Jared sits down on the other side of the desk, his blue eyes crinkling around the edges from smiling.

"You're nervous, aren't you?"

I can feel a bead of sweat drip down my back. "A little," I confess.

How could I not be? I'm about to schedule a sex date in the Dark Room. Never in my wildest dreams growing up did I imagine there was such a place like Society X.

"But I'm ready," I add confidently.

Jared turns to his computer and chuckles. "It's about time. I'm assuming you want the Dark Room?" He glances over at me, and I reply with a nod. His fingers work quickly over the keys. "What are your requirements for a partner? I know you won't be able to see him, but I can put you with someone who will take control . . . or someone who you can take control of?" He shrugs and opens his arms wide. "Anything you ask for, you'll get. I can assure you of that."

"All right," I say, leaning back in my chair with excitement bubbling through my chest. I envision Brent in my head and the words just leave my lips. "I want someone inexperienced, someone I can have my way with."

Jared's eyes widen. "Wow. So, you want a virgin? We have a couple of them in our database. No one has requested them yet. Most women want experienced men who know what they're doing."

"That may be true, but I want to see what it's like to be the one in control." Jared turns back to his computer, his eyes twinkling with delight. "I think I have the perfect guy for you. How does tomorrow night at nine o'clock sound? I see you have the rest of the weekend off."

Tomorrow night? The anticipation trembles through me, and I have to catch my breath.

"Tomorrow sounds great," I answer.

Jared finishes on the computer and stands. "Do you want me to walk you through everything?"

Shaking my head, I get to my feet. "No, I remember how it works."

He flourishes a hand toward the door. "Well, then, I'll see you tomorrow night."

We say our goodbyes and I exit the building to the back parking lot. Once in my car, I pull out my phone and blow out a slow breath. I read Brent's text again and smile.

Me: Hey Brent! I would love to see you again. I'm busy tomorrow night, but we could meet for lunch! Does that work?

I start up my car and before I can drive away, he texts back.

Brent: That works! I'll call you in the morning and work out all the details. Can't wait to see you again.

Me: Same. Goodnight! I'll talk to you tomorrow.

The whole way home, I find it hard not to smile. Brent was always an easy person to talk to. I haven't been able to find someone like that since I moved to Portland. What I want is a true connection with someone, but there are times when I don't think it'll happen. So, for now, I'm going to enjoy my time in the Dark Room. Heaven knows I need the release.