Seven Nights of Sin - Lacey Alexander [68]
So they were going to another club, this one high atop a hotel on the Las Vegas Strip. “That’s my surprise?” she asked unguardedly. “Another club?” She didn’t mean to sound disappointed, but she’d already been to plenty of clubs with Damon, so she’d been expecting something…more unique.
As the last two people with them on the elevator stepped off, the doors closing behind them, Damon cast a dark, seductive look. “Don’t worry, babe. You haven’t been to a club like this before.”
“What do you mean?”
At that moment, the elevator doors opened and the aura of glamorous nightlife assaulted her senses. Before them stretched a dimly lit room, swirling with red and purple lights that flashed across scantily clad bodies on a dance floor. The scents of alcohol and expensive perfume wafted past. Every face she saw was…beautiful, no other way to say it. This was clearly where the beautiful people came to party.
But before reaching the club’s interior, they had to be admitted by a doorman, and she’d just noticed the line of people waiting to get in when Damon led her past them, right up to the guy manning a red velvet rope. “Mr. Andros,” he said easily, then unhooked the rope, motioning them through. Damon discreetly passed the man some folded bills as he entered.
Inside, she saw the beautiful people closer up. The women were confident and gorgeous, most wearing cocktail dresses that rivaled her own for sexiness, and the men were like Damon—clearly hip, stylish, comfortable in their surroundings.
The lighted dance floor was dotted with platforms and even a few barred cages. On the platforms, more beautiful people danced—mostly girls who seemed unafraid to rub their bodies up against one another as they moved. The cages, however, held what she thought of as “go-go girls,” all dressed in black sequined bustiers and miniscule black skirts—below the skirts stretched garters that led to black fishnet stockings and high platform “stripper heels.” All she could think was—yikes. Damon was right—she’d never been to a club like this before.
Just then, a thin blonde breezed past her and she turned to look, saying to Damon, “Am I crazy, or was that Paris Hilton?”
“You aren’t crazy.”
“Wow.”
The sexual aura in the air was downright palpable. People on the dance floor moved in liquid undulations, clearly more interested in sex than dancing. Shirtless bartenders served up drinks at the bar as waitresses rushed past carrying trays of glasses and bottles, wearing the same bustier and stockings as the cage dancers. Everywhere she looked, Brenna saw people kissing, and those who weren’t kissing someone looked like they wanted to be.
“Damon,” yet another dazzling blonde said then, coming up to curl killer red nails around his arm. She wore a slinky white dress with a V-shaped bodice cut all the way to her navel, the swell of her breasts protruding prominently. “What are you doing in town, baby?”
“Hi, Cherise,” he said with an easy smile. “Just here looking for fresh talent, as usual.”
“I can be fresh, and I definitely possess certain talents.” She was downright predatory, and Brenna tried to keep her blood from boiling with jealousy—but at the same time, she found herself clutching onto Damon’s other arm more possessively than she’d intended.
“This is my date, Brenna—new A&R rep for Blue Night,” he said, pulling his Cherise-held arm free to motion toward Brenna.
“Lucky girl,” Cherise said coyly, by way of greeting.
“Yes, I am,” Brenna replied, noting that it seemed to be the universal consensus: any woman with Damon Andros, even for a night, was to be envied.
“Good to see you, honey,” he said to Cherise in parting, and Brenna couldn’t have been happier to leave Miss White Dress behind as he pulled her away through the shadowy room.
Still, she couldn’t help noticing more sexy girls feasting their eyes on her man—but when she also noted guys giving her the same look, it helped even things out in her mind. Was it all the eyes on her, the sexuality floating in the air here, that had her breasts aching and her cunt swelling? Or was it just because