Seven Nights of Sin - Lacey Alexander [69]
Despite the sex just dripping from this place, she was on the verge of asking him how exactly Rendezvous was her surprise—when they emerged into a whole new area of the establishment. The dance floor remained visible behind them, but the atmosphere had just changed—dipping even deeper into a slower-paced, more sultry sensuality.
The large room around her was filled with…beds. Well, not actual beds, but big, plush, jewel-toned ottomans and divans that did a good imitation. Patrons lay across them in sophisticated cocktail wear, drinking, talking, some kissing. Like at Fetish, she spied two girls making out, but unlike at Fetish, here no one seemed particularly interested—other than the guy lying with them on the emerald divan, caressing one of the girls’ legs.
The music, too, was different—though the dance floor was still in sight, the fast, pounding beat could no longer be heard and instead slower, steamier songs echoed from hidden speakers. The lighting was soft, inviting, sensuous.
And around the perimeter of the room—oh my! At first, she hadn’t noticed, seeing only dark, sapphire-colored curtains circling the area, but now she realized some of the curtains were drawn back, each open drape revealing a large U-shaped compartment containing a bed custom-made to fit against the curved walls. They were like half-round booths in a restaurant, but instead of booths, she saw more plush places to lie down.
Those that were visible allowed her to spy the people lounging there. In some, she saw couples, while other beds held three or four or even five people. Like on the beds in the room’s large open area, people on the boothlike beds drank, laughed, and some made out.
The mere presence of so many ornate beds, with so many people reclining on them, turned her warmer inside, made her pussy a little wetter. Did people actually have sex here? Is that why some of the curtains were closed?
While she was still trying to adjust to the seductive atmosphere, an attractive slightly older woman in another dress as revealing as her own—this one a pretty coral color—approached, placing a hand on the arm of Brenna’s lover. “Damon.”
“Cynthia, hi.” He covered her hand lightly as he leaned to kiss her cheek.
This woman seemed more friendly than flirtatious, so Brenna didn’t burn with jealousy like before, but she was beginning to think Damon knew everyone on the planet.
“I saw your name on the reservation list,” Cynthia said, “so I put aside my favorite bed for you.”
Oh, she worked here.
And she’d…put aside a special bed for him. Brenna’s stomach curled with strange anticipation, still caught in shock and wonderment over this whole place.
Cynthia led them past several closed curtains and a couple of open ones, then pulled a blue velvet drape aside to reveal…the most seductive bed Brenna had ever seen. Thick red velvet covered the U-shaped bed, while plush pillows of black and purple, in all shapes and sizes, lined the rounded edge. The U-shaped wall was upholstered in still more red velvet and, higher up, covered with plush red wallpaper. The private compartment came complete with ledges for placing drinks, and gilt-framed mirrors hung at various angles, clearly designed to fit the curved walls.
“This is great, Cynthia,” Damon said as casually as if she were a waitress bringing him a meal.
“Can I get you drinks?”
He looked to Brenna. “More wine?”
“Sure.” She felt so out of her element that she feared her voice had come out sounding mouselike. Even if she looked the part tonight, she wasn’t used to being surrounded by so much glitz.
Damon asked Cynthia to bring a bottle of her best Pinot Grigio and, when she departed, took Brenna’s hand and led her onto the red velvet.
It felt undeniably odd to lean back into the comfy pillows in her satin dress, bared legs stretched out before her with knees bent, especially in a roomful of people—yet at the same time, it made her suddenly feel much more a part of the open sensuality of the setting. Damon lay next to her, propping on one elbow to face her.