Finn's Shot (Eden's Odyssey Book 1) (7 page)

“Yes, and I hear she’s
smokin’ hot, too. I thought it would be some old hag for some reason, but Doc
said I’ll be pleasantly surprised when I meet her. I can’t wait. Apparently,
she’s been taking care of a sick family member.” His hands rub together and his
smile brightens.

“Let’s go, lover boy, I could
use a drink,” I say, humor lacing the sarcasm in my voice.

I spend the entire evening
wandering around watching everything, soaking it in like a sponge. This is like
a candy store for the eyes. The sexiest people you can imagine are
participating in various sex acts, and we’re free to watch them all. At first,
I felt a little weird about it, and then I realized everyone else is doing the
same damn thing. I guess it’s the reason most people come here.

The only problem is the
perma-boner I’ve been sporting since the beginning of the night, which is
beginning to hurt. I haven’t had blue balls this bad since high school. I
thought about going to the bathroom and beating my meat to help relieve the
tension, and then decided I’m not that comfortable here yet.   

After the midnight floorshow,
the manager comes up and introduces himself to me. His name is James. He’s
probably six two or six three with short brown hair. He’s friendly enough, but
there is something about him that sets me on edge almost instantly. I make
small talk with him for a few minutes since it’s just he and I standing there. Bobby
has disappeared with the hooker from the beginning of the night, so I was alone
when he approached. Finally, someone says something to him through the ear
piece he’s wearing, and he excuses himself. Unsure of what to do at this point,
I prop up at the bar, set to consume my second drink of the night.  

A voluptuous Hispanic woman
climbs up on the stool next to me and asks the bartender for a drink. Her long
raven hair is wild with curl, and her smile is bright against her caramel skin.
She introduces herself to me as Vivian, and we spend the next half hour
talking. She doesn’t have the gold star so I’m pretty sure she’s also a member.
She’s hot. Super hot, but I’m having a problem getting past the fact that she’s
not Darcy. Finally, when I’m certain this won’t go any farther for me, I excuse
myself with a polite “Goodnight” and a chin lift. I can tell by her expression
she’s disappointed, but even as attractive as she is and arousing as this atmosphere
is, I still can’t get into it with my mind stuck on Darcy. I tip the bartender,
leave the building and call for a cab so I can go home. I decide I won’t be
using the pass the rest of the weekend.  

The next afternoon around
three I get a call from Bobby.

“I’ll pick you up at nine
tonight. Be ready. Don’t give me any bullshit about that Darcy chick. Attach
your balls back to your body and man-up. No excuses.”

Before I can say a word he
disconnects.
Fuck.

****

Tonight when we waltz into
the club, I’m wearing a royal blue button up shirt and a black tailored suit. Resting
on a barstool, I’m observing the other patrons and how they interact with one
another. There’s plenty of flirty body language going on all over the room and
a semi-wood is tenting my pants just thinking about some of the shit we saw
last night. I sip my first drink before I wander down the windowed hallway to further
explore. I spend what feels like forever watching a gangbang in the room
farthest down the hall. Hard as a rock I stand and adjust myself and saunter
back to the main floor, afraid if I observe any more right now I’ll embarrass
myself by exploding in my pants. My body’s reaction to the sights before me has
my brain all messed up.

I pass room three, glancing
in the window as I go, finding nothing to interest me and come up along room
two. What I witness through the little square window confuses me. I stop, my
head whipping around, and do a double take. Still not able to believe my eyes, I
let myself into the scene room and take a seat on the back row. The room is
packed. All but two seats are taken and a few people are standing along the
back wall watching the scene play out in front of them. A closer look at the
scene confirms my suspicions and my blood runs cold.

Knees bent, legs spread, feet
against her ass on the cushions, Darcy is sitting bare-assed on the couch in
the middle of room. Her panties lay discarded in a heap on the floor by the
couch. Her skirt is pushed up around her waist while she’s rubbing one out for
everyone to watch.

What. The. Fuck?! 

A lump forms in my throat as
sweat breaks out along my brow. My body wars with my mind as it decides whether
to be horrified or turned on. The sudden urge to hit anyone watching is
difficult to control. A deep breath would probably help but I can’t seem to
manage one. I’m so fucking angry all I can hear is the blood rushing past my
ears. I should leave and never come back, but I can’t tear my eyes away from
the beautiful wanton creature on display in front of me. My cock aches as my
balls pull up tight against my body, while her glistening cunt sits on display.
My mind is spinning with this vision. If I wasn’t so damn mad, my dick would be
out and in my hand, but I can’t get past the fact that people are watching my
girl like this.

Fuck!

She’s not my girl. She made
that clear a month ago when she disappeared and never showed back up. This has
got to be what she was talking about. Her blouse is open, her heavy tits half
on display through her lacy bra. Her legs are blocking the sides of her shirt
so I’m unable to see for sure, but if I glimpse a gold star I swear to God I’ll
go ape shit. Her head is thrown back, golden hair spread across the back of the
couch and her eyes are scrunched tight as she howls her orgasm. The woman on
the chair in front of me lets out a soft moan and her body goes limp. I can
hear the heavy breathing of a man down toward the other end of the small room.
In one shadowed corner is the manager guy, James, and he isn’t doing anything
but watching. The hungry look on his face has me wanting to pound him into the
ground. I hate that all of them are able to lay eyes on her like this, and I
wonder how long she’s been masturbating in front of people. I want to throw her
against the wall and fuck her silly, and I also want to beat someone’s ass for
allowing this to happen. This must be the reason she said we can’t be together.
I can’t tell if she’s hired help or just a member on display.

Does she fuck people here all
the time? If so, I guess that’s why she doesn’t need a boyfriend. A thousand
questions run though my head. Half of which are irrational, I’m sure, but I’m
past being calm and rational. What I have brewing inside of me is the kind of
rage that leads to nothing productive, so I stomp to the bathroom and splash
some water on my face. Then I pace the room until another dude comes in to
piss. I exit, and the first thing I glimpse is Darcy in the arms of James.
Damn
it!
Her head is resting on his chest with a faint smile on her face. He’s
stroking her back gently, and I see red, big time. Might as well be waving a
red flag in front of a bull. I walk over to them and watch as realization dawns
on her pretty little face.

“Finn,” her voice comes out in
a huff of breath.

“I guess I know now why you
haven’t returned my calls. You could’ve just told me you moved on. Running out
on me and not having the guts to say another word is pretty fucked up.”

I turn to leave and shove my
way through the crowd in the hallway, past reception and out the front doors, knowing
I’ll lose it if I stay here.  

“Finn! Wait!” she shouts.   

The clipped click of her
heels on the pavement behind me alerts me to her presence, so I stop, knowing
this is not a neighborhood she should be out in during the night.

“Just let me go, Darcy. It’s
what you wanted in the first place.”

“Finn. It’s not what you
think.”

“So you didn’t just get
yourself off in a room where total strangers could watch and then go back to the
arms of your boyfriend afterwards? How stupid do I look?”

I run both hands through my
hair and join them at the back of my neck, trying to breathe through the
irritation.  

“Darcy!” a male voice yells,
and we both turn to watch James coming out after her.

“Fuck,” I grind out.

“James, go back inside. I’m
okay. I’ll talk to you later,” she says to him. I can’t even look at the guy.  

“I don’t think it’s safe,” he
replies.

“I’m fine, James. Just please
go back inside,” she pleads with him.

“Fine, but I’m sending
Charles out here to watch out for you. Here’s my jacket. It’s cold out here.” I
can hear her thank him and a sound that resembles a kiss. I clench my fists and
grit my teeth as he makes a hasty retreat.

 A minute later, Charles
steps out and stands with his back to the building, watching us but keeping a
little distance.  

“Finn, look at me,” she
pleads.

I grudgingly look over,
meeting her eyes.

“It’s not what you think. I
haven’t been with James in eight years. We’re friends. Nothing more.” 

“Do all your friends watch
you masturbate?” I question with an attitude.

“Here? Yes.” She’s serious.

“Wow.” I’m sure my face
registers the shock I feel even if the words are flat.

“This is why I never wanted
to tell you. I knew you’d get like this. I knew we’d never work because this is
who I am.”   

“Who? A cheap slut who fucks herself
for a room full of strangers to watch?” I know that was uncalled for, but I’m
pissed. I don’t see it coming until it’s too late. Her palm smacks my face with
the force of ten pissed off women, and it stings. About this time Charles steps
away from the wall toward us. “Darcy?” his deep voice grumbles cautiously.

“I’m fine, Charles. I can
handle a fucking hypocrite,” she growls out.

“Okay, I’m not leaving you
though.” He leans back against the wall.

“I own this place, Finn. I
don’t fuck the clientele, but yes I fuck myself in front of them on occasion.
I’m a voyeur and an exhibitionist. I get off on watching and being watched.
It’s amazing though that this is an exclusive club requiring a person to jump
through crazy hoops just to get in, and you were in there, and according to
James, this was your second night with a pass for a third. Pot calling the
kettle black? Really? Who have you fucked or taken to a room for a blowjob or
watched get off in the last two days? Hmm, Mr. Boy Scout?”

I bellow out a frustrated
yell and clench my fists tighter. I’d love to hit something hard right now, but
I’m not about to screw up my hands in the middle of the season.

“That’s what I thought. I
haven’t been with another person since before I started spending time with you.
Bet you can’t say the same. Why else would you come to a sex club except to
have sex? I’m the owner and have been for years. I know what goes on in this
place and what happens with people who meet here.”

She turns to leave, and I
grab her by the arm. Charles takes a step in our direction, obviously trying to
decide if he should interfere.   

“I haven’t fucked anyone
else. Been too hung up on you. Bobby just joined and has dragged me the last
two days, because he was tired of my bullshit. I walked past that room and saw
you spread wide for the whole place to gawk at and had to fight myself not to
come in there and drag you out or take out my dick and jack off right there.
I’m confused as fuck right now and extremely pissed off.”

Softer now, “I get it. I’m
sorry you had to find out this way. I usually get a list of the new people and
guests when I come in at night, but I’ve been distracted and didn’t do it. I
had a family emergency yesterday and wasn’t here to see you then either. If I
knew you were coming, I’d have avoided the place or pulled you aside when you
arrived.”          

“I don’t get it, Darcy! Why
wasn’t I good enough? What didn’t you like?”

“It has nothing to do with
you.”

“Oh, you’re going with the
old, it’s not you, it’s me explanation? Perfect.”

“That’s not what I meant. I
don’t want to talk about this out here. You can either come into my office now or
we can get together and talk tomorrow after this has had some time to sink in.
I’m freezing out here.” I glance around and remember it’s February in Chicago,
of course she’s freezing without a coat.

Before I can answer her,
Charles says loud enough for us to hear, “Darcy we need to go back inside;
there’s an issue in the second floor dungeon.”

“Finn, let me call you
tomorrow. Are you free? I know you don’t have a game, but are you in town or
even off?”

“Yeah, I am.” I don’t know if
I can discuss this with her tomorrow or ever for that matter.

“Okay, I’ll call you late
morning and we can talk. I need to go.” She raises on her tiptoes and pulls me
down by my shoulders to kiss the cheek she slapped.

 She whispers, “I’m
sorry.” And hurries back inside.  

I dial the number of the cab
company and direct them to drive me home. Then I lay awake wondering if I’ll
even bother to answer the phone tomorrow. A sex club owner. I’m not sure I can
deal with this.