He nodded. "So, which one is it?"
"Umm…" I bit my lip to steady the nerves shaking through me. "Which one would you choose?"
He smirked. "I've done them all."
"You perform?" I narrowed my eyes at him. "How?"
He tipped his head back and laughed. "You're so fucking sweet and innocent. I'm going to enjoy breaking you."
His fingers slipped between mine, and he pulled me into a room on our left. It was even darker than the hallway, lit only by the purplish lighting over the stage. I halted at the sight of men and women having sex.
My mouth dropped.
It shouldn't have surprised me.
I had a basic understanding of what people did in these clubs. It was one thing to imagine it and another to have a front-row pass to the action.
It was an orgy.
A real-life sex show.
Dozens of people sat in the chairs in front of the stage. A few women in the crowd were on their knees, blowing men as they watched the performers. Others were fucking doggy-style over the backs of chairs, focusing on the orgy so they could experience the thrill.
Girls on the stage ate each other out while men fucked them from behind. There were so many people it was hard to keep track.
Angelo slid the hair off my shoulder and bent down, so his lips touched my earlobe. "What do you think? Voyeur, performer, or participant?"
"What's the difference between performer and participant?"
"We choose performers before the show.” His breath on my skin sent a shiver down my arms. "Participants come to the show and volunteer."
"How many of the people on the stage are performers?"
He shrugged. "Hard to say now that it's in progress. I don't deal with that shit. The people who work for me coordinate with the performers."
All the moans excited me. My panties were so wet they clung to my skin. The stench of sex penetrating the air like perfume was intoxicating and exciting. I'd always been the good girl who followed the rules. And a small part of me wanted to experience something that would push me out of my comfort zone.
"How many people can take part?"
"Depends on the show." Angelo pointed at the group. "For something like this, it doesn't matter. That's kinda the point of a gang bang."
I angled my body to look at him. "Can I see the other shows?"
A wicked grin graced his full lips. "It's going to be so fun corrupting you."
Angelo led me out of the room with his hand on my ass. We walked a few doors over and then into another dark room. This one had dim blue lights that glowed softly over the people on the stage.
"This is the bondage room.”
I stared in awe at a woman dangling from the ceiling, ropes tied around her legs so it twisted her in an awkward position. She had a silky scarf in her mouth and tied at the back of her head. Hanging upside down, she closed her eyes and didn't even move.
Shocked, I stood there with my pulse pounding. "Is this safe?”
"We only allow performers in this room. They're trained professionals." His hand swept over the crowd. "Everyone here is a voyeur." Then he pointed at the stage to the girl hanging from the ceiling. "It's a type of Japanese bondage calledKinbaku."
"Why do they do this?"
I sounded so stupid and naive, but Angelo said nothing. He enjoyed being my teacher. "The ropes symbolize power. Right now, she's his prisoner, unable to move. Many people consider it an art form."