By: Jennifer Michael

She looks at me, and, yep, there is a bit of panic in her eyes.


“Which part makes you most nervous? The act or the location?”

She messes with the tie around her waist that holds her coat closed. “I’m nervous about what we’re going to do, but that isn’t really what has my stomach in knots. The room and the people are what is making my insides do flip-flops.”

The room I chose—the viewing room—is my fantasy. The acts we’re going to perform inside the room are Tatum’s. The idea of all eyes being on me is something I’ve always been curious about. Goose bumps coat my flesh from just the thought of it.

“If you’re not comfortable, we don’t have to use that particular room. You’re safe here, no matter what room we’re in, though. Phones are collected at the door, so no one can record anything. I can’t guarantee that you won’t end up in someone’s mental spank bank, but there is really no harm in that.” I give her a nudge and smile to try to lighten her worries.

“I’m okay. I’m just nervous. I don’t want to embarrass you or myself. You’ve been so excited about this club. I don’t want to ruin it for you.”

“You won’t embarrass yourself, and there is absolutely nothing you can do to embarrass me. I write for a kink magazine for crying out loud.”

She laughs because she knows I’m right.

“What if it’s weird?”

I lean in, my lips connect with hers, and I pull her closer to me with my fingers on her chin. She leans into my touch, and our mouths find an easy rhythm.

We kiss.

I pull back and wait for her to open her eyes. “Was that weird?”

“No, definitely not weird.” A blush colors her cheeks.

“Don’t think too much into this, Tatum. Just relax and do whatever comes naturally for you. Let any preconceived notions or societal norms fall away.”

Finally, she relaxes back in her seat and takes a deep breath.

“Ready?” I ask, taking her hand.

“I am. Let’s go.”

A man greets us on the other side, inspects our room ticket, and hands it back. We’re clear to go forth. I check the room number, and we proceed to viewing room six. The back is set up in wide hallways with doors lining both sides. In the first one, the walls are brick, and there are three closed doors. People linger, chatting and going about their own business, which seems to put Tatum at ease. I don’t tell her that the night is still early and that more people will start to trickle in soon. We turn down another hallway. This one has floor-to-ceiling windows on one side and rows of couches lining the other. There are fewer people, but unlike the first hallway, these guests are all watching the shows.

Faint moans and soft words can be heard through the glass walls. Each room hosts people living out their wildest fantasies.

The first room we pass has several people inside—one woman with six men. She is kneeling on the floor with them surrounding her as she works between them with her mouth. The next room is a bit tamer—a man and a woman in bed. He’s fucking her missionary-style. It’s simple, but it still draws my attention. In the room after that, there is a woman who occupies the space by herself. She’s in a yoga-like position that resembles child’s pose with her hands stretched out in front of her, gripping the sheets covering the mattress, as she rocks herself over and over again onto a dildo that is suctioned to the wall. Her loud moans reverberate in my ears.

Tatum roots herself to the floor in front of this room, but I figure it’s best if we don’t linger outside our room too long tonight. I pull on her hand, leading her deeper down the hall.

I unlock the door to room number six, and we enter. There isn’t a theme, and there are no gimmicks. It’s just a room designed to look like any other ordinary bedroom. I take a moment to let it all sink in.

“We can’t see them.”

I turn my head when Tatum speaks. She faces the front wall that, from this side, only looks like a mirror. Our reflection peers back at us.

“There are rooms here where you can see the parties on both sides, but I thought this would be better for our first time, easier for you to get lost in the experience and forget that people might be out there.”