“Wow,” he’s the second man to say that to me tonight. When he says it, though it carried more of an effect on my body. “Nice name. My name’s Josh.”
That suits him. I imagined him with a strong name like that.
“I like your name too.”
“Thank you, Giselle. You’re here with your friends?”
I raise my shoulders into a little shrug. “We’re here for my birthday, though it looks like they’ve kind of deserted me.”
A glint touches his eye. “Oh… happiest birthday.”
“Thank you.”
“I was about to explore. Do you want to come with me? Maybe you’ll find the fantasy you're looking for.”
Oh my God… if I go with him, I know what that means. Exploring a sex club with a gorgeous man looking at me the way he is can only lead to one thing.
And didn’t I think that was going to possibly, potentially, happen by coming here?
Confident and sexy… daring…
The words run through my mind and the molten heat in his eyes makes my answer come easier.
“Okay,” I agree.
He puts out his hand to take mine and I take it.
Chapter Two
Giselle
As we move away from the bar, I’m aware of his large hand covering mine and the way our fingers entwine.
The daring voice that’s been whispering to me since I decided I was coming here tells me it’s a tell of how my night will end.
He leads me to the first floor where I’d first seen him and stops by a large room that’s as big as a hall where all I can see is bodies clashing together.
Naked bodies of the people in there lost in the orgy.
Until tonight I’d only ever heard of things like this and seen a hint of on tv a few times.
This is the real deal, and the sight is too much. I can’t tell where the bodies begin or end.
I just see arms, and legs, and people moaning and groaning in a chorus of pleasure. There are men and women, women with women, men with men. It’s every kind of pairing imaginable, everyone linked together.
A warm finger slides over the small of my back and I didn’t even realize I was no longer holding Josh’s hand. He’s leaned down close to my ear. I turn into face him and my cheek brushes against his.
“This your thing, sweetheart? You seem to like this too. We can go in… if you want.”
My mouth goes dry and I swallow past the lump that’s formed in my throat.
“Or… is it too much?” he adds. “Too many hands everywhere, I don’t know if I like the idea of sharing you… with anyone.”
I can’t process. Between him, his words and the orgy next to me, I’m lost in my thoughts.
“I’m… I…I think I’d like to look around more.” I answer and instead of taking my hand again he keeps his hand on my back and ushers me away from the room and we walk down a dimly lit corridor.
“Orgy not your thing?” he asks with a wicked smile.