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âSilkâ was the name swirled in fancy, curly writing on the edged-glass, double doors of the entrance to the club. Inside, skin, sin and satisfaction dominated more than the menuâit dominated private cubbyholes with sheer curtains, the open areas as their centerpieces. Velvety couches sat in these showcased areas, all well adorned with naked bodies indulging in sublime delights.
This was a place Sarah Michaels would never in a million years have dared to enter had she known what to expect. Her close friend Carrie had dared her to be âwild and crazy,â in celebration of her acceptance into UCLAâs law school. And since lately, âwild and crazyâ meant a burger and fries without the take-out bag and library decor, the idea held appeal. She yearned to let her long raven hair out of its tightly braided confines as much as she hungered for a little male companionship. Sheâd worked hard these past few years to build a future outside her familyâs business, to create her own identity. To stand on her own. She deserved some fun, to play a little.
But the bodies melting into bodies, the sighs and moans, were far more than she had bargained for. Sex surrounded her. Disturbingly, despite the illicitness of it all, a part of her that she didnât recognize as herself was aroused, excited. She felt young, inexperienced, afraid, but yet she was effortlessly seduced. Deny it as she might wish to, she reveled, with an uncomfortable certainty, in the hedonistic indulgence of watching. This was not herâshe was prim, proper, all about business. The dampness clinging to her panties defiantly contradicted her silent claim.
Sarah crossed her arms in front of her body and clung to any form of cover, a shell to hide beneath. She found it in her slinky black dress and a silent vow that it would not be removed despite everyone elseâs state of undress.
Everyone included Carrie, who sheâd just left in a private room attended by the companionship of two other females. The facade of sweet, little-girl and Goldilocks innocence that often clung to Carrie had vanished almost instantly upon entering the club. From Sarahâs witness, Carrie was more like the wolf with her preyâin control, hungry for respect and pleasure.
Unwilling to consider how easily her study buddy might have become something far different and irreversible, Sarah had quickly left Carrieâs presence. She had no idea where she was going, but she didnât want, nor did she need, to face her own potential actions tomorrow through Carrieâs eyes. Deep down, she recognized a desperate craving for anonymity, for the freedom it offered.
Sarah inhaled, finding herself at the bottom of a winding metal stairwell. Hesitating a mere moment, she raced upward, away from her friend but not from this placeâreluctantly admitting her attraction to its forbidden allure. Had Carrie seen this side of her? Seen things Sarah wasnât willing to see in herself?
At the top of the stairs she found more couches, more curtains. A heavily shadowed corner offered the impression of invisibility, and Sarah pressed tightly into its hollow. It somehow granted her permission to remain. To allow the music, soft and sultry, to ripple through her body as surely as did the lusty heat of arousal as she watched one sensual act after another.
How long she stood there, she did not know. How long until he appearedâfar too long. Tall, powerfully muscled, with longish, light blond hair, he stood before a half-moon-shaped couch, a light spraying him in a dim glow, as if he commanded its attention. Certainly, he commanded hers, and that of the two voluptuous, naked females who stood before him, offering their bodies for his enjoyment, receiving a noncommittal inspection in return. He was arrogant, dominant in his demand for attention by way of sheer existence. She was instantly submissive to that demand, instantly seduced. He wasnât even naked, but then, he didnât have to beâhe was that ruggedly beautiful. His presence exuded an elixir of leather-clad man rippling with delicious muscle and erotic promises.