A Shot of Sin (4 page)

Chapter Four

An hour later, Shay was still sulking. She knew it. Travis knew it. And wherever Leo was, he knew it too. She wasn’t to blame though. Drooling over a man for months and then finding him doing whatever the hell he was doing was reason for any heart-fractured woman to lose a little composure. Well…a lot of composure. She still winced every time she ran the conversation over in her mind. The look on Leo’s face when she almost called him a pimp would haunt her for a damn long time.

She hadn’t meant to be such a bitch. Her emotions were out of control. He’d walked into view, demanded a naked and fully aroused man follow him into one of the rooms, and her curiosity had been piqued. Along with her jealousy.

With growing dread and an unhealthy amount of unencouraged arousal, she’d watched him from the doorway. Her heart had pounded like unforgiving thunder as he’d focused on another woman’s pussy. Her eyes had burned from the erection straining against his zipper. But it was the way he gently cradled the woman’s head, guiding her with adoration as she deep throated another guy that made her throat painfully tight.

Shay’s confidence had dwindled with every one of Leo’s heavy inhalations until she’d been a mass of mental insults. Why was this woman able to gain his attention when Shay had only been able to keep it for mere moments? Maybe her breasts weren’t big enough. Maybe she was too short or had made herself appear too eager. Damn him. Whatever it was, she had to get over herself. No man had the right to make her feel worthless.

Fuck that.

After next weekend, she would gladly take her position behind the upstairs main bar, tail between her legs, and never shamelessly flirt with him again. Curiosity had not only killed the cat, it had slaughtered the optimistic anticipation in her pussy too.

“How you doing?” Travis asked, turning his back to the room and resting against the counter.

Shay shrugged. Anger had made it easier to get over the shock of what was happening in the room. The blood rushing through her ears dimmed the animalistic sounds of sex, and the constant slow stream of drink requests kept her busy. Still, all she could think about was Leo and what was going through his mind.

“I’m okay,” she murmured. “The guy in the corner is freaking me out a little though.”

Travis peered over his shoulder to the man seated on a black chaise. The stranger had been staring at her on and off for the last hour. Every time she glanced up, his gaze was focused on her, his hand on his boxer-covered erection.

Travis turned back to her. “I can get Leo to make him stop.”

“No.” She shook her head. God, no. All she wanted was to get through the remainder of her shift without seeing her boss at all. She owed him an apology, but she wasn’t in the right mood to give it at the moment. “It’s fine. I noticed another woman doing the exact same thing to you earlier. If it’s normal, I can deal.” At least for the next hour until her shift was over, then she’d go home, scrub her skin until she no longer felt dirty and drown her sorrows with chocolate.

The tops of Travis’s cheeks darkened.

“Are you blushing?” she asked, grinning.

“That was Melissa.” He broke eye contact, busying himself with wiping down the already clean counter. “She gets off on people watching her get off.”

And he loves it.

“But I’m used to it,” he added. “If that guy makes you feel uncomfortable, just say so.”

She shook her head dismissively and glanced past the man in the corner one more time. No matter how ripped the guy’s abs were or how sexy his jaw line, he still made her skin crawl. Only dealing with Leo wasn’t an option. She’d have to ignore the sleazy masturbation stare.

“So give me a rundown of the rules,” she asked, needing a distraction. “How does someone get access to this part of the club? And why do I rarely see people entering from upstairs?”

“There’s a long list of rules.” Travis threw his dishcloth into the sink and moved to lean against the counter beside her. “The club isn’t advertised. It runs merely on word of mouth and is only open on Saturday nights. Anyone who wants to attend has to pass guidelines set by T.J., Leo and Brute.”

“Guidelines?”

“Haven’t you noticed that most of the guys are ripped?”

Shay frowned and scanned the patrons. He was right. There wasn’t an overweight man in sight. They were all reasonably athletic, some more so than others.

“Men have to be to a certain standard—physically fit, no love handles. I think there’s even a rule on chest and back hair.”

“And how is it policed? They walk through the club, bare their chest and can’t get access if they’re too hairy or overweight?”

Travis chuckled. “An application has to be submitted via email every time someone wants to join the fun. Men have to attach an image of themselves in nothing but their underwear. And women have to provide a headshot. If they don’t fit the criteria, they don’t gain entry, and if the photos they send are bogus, either the security guards will turn them away at the door, or whoever is on duty down here will have a quiet word with them.”

“And what’s with the different standards?” Shay was all for women’s rights, but most of the women down here weren’t held to the same standard as the men. There were a lot of curves and full breasts jiggling around. “How come females don’t have to meet the same criteria?”

“Would you fuck a fat and hairy guy?”

Shay winced. “I guess I never really thought about it.” She wasn’t into hairy men, but if Wolverine found his way into her bed, she sure as shit wouldn’t kick him out. Yet she had to admit, she’d never been with a man with weight issues.

“See? Women are more selective than men. Everyone pays a hefty price to enter the doors. So Brute vets applications and selects guests based on who is more likely to interact better with others. Guys tend to want to get naked with any woman with a good dose of confidence and sexuality, no matter what size, shape or color.” Travis grabbed a tall glass from the dishwasher rack, scooped in some ice and filled it with water from the soft-drink dispenser. “We have couples night, where most attendants are in a long-term relationship but want to play with other likeminded couples. Ladies’ night has a ratio sixty-percent female, to forty-percent male, and vice-versa for people looking for more man action.”

Shay’s mind buzzed from the onslaught of debauchery. “Wow. I’m blown away, not only at being in a fully functioning sex club, but the amount of detail the guys have put into it.”

Travis smirked. “Blown away?”

She rolled her eyes at the innuendo and nudged his shoulder. “I guess I had that one coming to me.”

He snorted, showing a dazzling smile. He was an attractive guy, clean shaven, nice build, light-green eyes against his smooth, dark skin. No wonder women stared at him while they rowed the boat. He was capable of inspiring scream-worthy orgasms from his looks alone.

“Do you ever play?” She broke eye contact as the question fell like a stone between them. It wasn’t a pickup line, yet it sounded like it once the words left her lips.

“The more you work down here, the more open-minded you become. I suppose it’s only natural that staff are allowed to participate on their nights off, or after the last call for drinks.”

“You didn’t answer my question.” She gave his shoulder another nudge.

“Oh, you noticed that, did you?” He placed the glass of water against his lips and slowly sipped.

Hint taken. “How about the owners? Do the same rules apply for T.J. and Brute?” And Leo, she added silently.

The jealousy from earlier hadn’t faded. She still pictured the man of her dreams caressing another woman, staring at her longingly. Please tell me management have their own set of rules where they can’t participate.

“Do you really want to hear the answer?” He placed his glass on the counter and looked her in the eye. “You’ve got a thing for Leo.”

It wasn’t a question, so she didn’t bother answering.

“He’s active, Shay.” His eyes softened as he spoke. “They all spend a lot of time down here.”

Damn. That hurt more than she’d anticipated. She nodded, breaking eye contact. It was over then—her infatuation, the flirting, the heart-fluttering moments she always hoped would turn into something more.

As if called from her thoughts, Leo appeared at the doorway of one of the rooms. His gaze sought hers, and before she could look away, he broke the connection and moved into the next room. Shit. She didn’t even have the upper hand with glance-aways. This sucked…harder than the woman in the corner making slurping sounds around a bodybuilder’s cock.

She couldn’t stop the throbbing ache in her chest from intensifying. It hurt to think of him with other women. Not only because she was jealous, but because she genuinely liked him. Leo was a great guy, sex-club tendencies or not. He held a certain charm she’d never seen before. She’d even go as far to say he was a true gentleman under the layers of arrogance, stubbornness and the inability to believe he was ever wrong.

Shay was thankful when a guy wearing silk boxers sidled up to the bar, dispersing her pity party. With a silent jut of his chin to Travis, he turned his back and concentrated on the threesome taking place in front of the mega porn screen.

“He’s a regular,” Travis murmured. “He’ll probably be here next week. Drinks bourbon on the rocks.”

She acknowledged the drink with a nod, but her gaze kept drifting back to the room Leo had entered. Her insides were being torn apart, one side of her wanting to know what he was doing, the other not willing to find out.

“Where’s the bathroom,” she spoke above a whisper. She needed a live-porn breather, to get the sounds, the scent and the images out of her mind. At least for a little while.

“First door to the left.” He pointed a lazy hand to one of the open doorways. “At the end of the room, there are female and male amenities with showers and anything else you or any of the patrons should need.”

Shay frowned. What the hell did that mean? “Okay. I’ll be back in a minute.”

“You should call it a night.” Travis slid the drink along the bar to silk-boxers guy, and met her gaze. “You’re starting to look pale, and your shift is almost over anyway. Go home and regroup before next weekend.”

Shay let out a sigh. The guy she liked was a deviant, she didn’t know how she could continue working at the job she loved, and now she apparently looked like shit. “Yeah. I might do that.” She continued to the first room on the left, staring at her toes, concentrating on each footstep so she didn’t falter and draw unwanted attention.

When she reached the doorway, a shiver of apprehension ran over her skin. This room was quiet, no orgasmic banshee calls or heated moans, just the faint sound of a female giggle and the deep murmurings of more than one male.

Curiosity grabbed hold of her ovaries and held tight until she raised her gaze to the three people on the lone bed in the room. Comfy-looking sofas and ottomans lined the walls, but the main focal point was the bed, illuminated by tiny lights in the ceiling. A curvy blonde reclined in the center, her face bright with a beautiful smile, her body entirely naked, her thighs slightly parted to expose her smooth sex.

A man lay on her right, propped on one elbow, his gaze focused on the woman with adoration while he idly drew trails around the smooth skin of her hip with his fingers. On her left lay another, his head bowed to her breast. It wasn’t until Shay took another step that she could see him placing delicate kisses around the side of the woman’s breast.

Shay held her breath, overcome with an emotion she couldn’t pinpoint. Envy? Distaste? The scene before her was mesmerizing. The gentle way the men paid attention to the beaming woman. The way their cocks were hard as stone, yet they weren’t rutting on their prize like a dog in heat. It seemed almost romantic… In a sex club? Holy fuck, Shay was confused.

“Hey.” The man facing her greeted with a genuine smile.

The connection was enough to make her footsteps falter. “Ah. Hi.”

Eepp. She wasn’t familiar with sex-club conversation protocol. What was she supposed to say? How’s it hanging…when clearly it wasn’t hanging at all.
Look away, do not encourage communication.
She lowered her gaze with a frown and increased her pace to the bathroom. Once inside, she pushed the door shut and leaned against the wall beside it, breathing deep to control her anxiety.

This was ridiculous. She was a strong, self-assured, grown woman. Not a fumbling, blubbering mess. This shit had to stop. Only she didn’t know how to curb the unfamiliar flutter of butterflies in her belly, or shake the sordid thoughts in her mind. Going back to her main bar job and acting normal was going to require an Oscar-winning performance. She wouldn’t be able to look T.J., Brute or Leo in the eye again. Not without picturing them entangled in a mass orgy of beautiful people. And it pissed her off even more when her pussy began to tingle at the image.

She usually owned her sexuality. Getting herself off wasn’t something she was embarrassed about. She had toys, watched porn and had the occasional one-night stand. But this…a sex club, was way beyond her depths. Travis was right. Going home early was the best option.

And what the hell was on the vanity? She straightened and made her way to the basin, ignoring her reflection in the mirror. Along the ceramic counter stood a myriad of deodorant bottles, all different brands placed neatly in a line. Beside them were bath towels, plush and dark with some already discarded in the thick wicker basket beside the vanity. In front of the towels was a laminated list of rules taped to the counter. Her management trio really had thought of everything. The page listed privacy requirements, the need for regular STD checks, instructions on washing after every play session, right down to the necessity to place condoms on sex toys before use.

Shay groaned, reaffirmed in her decision to leave. Her brain was fried, and every compiling aspect made her overreact. She turned, about to flee, when the door swooshed open and the attractive blonde from the bed walked in.

“Are you all right?” the woman asked, standing before Shay with a whole heap of exposed tits and pussy.