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Oh, yeah. I know exactly what you mean.
“But please feel free to go down and watch. Voyeurism is encouraged here. Well, that concludes your tour. Any questions?”
Both Honey and I shake our heads.
“Well then, I shall leave you. Enjoy yourselves tonight,” she says as she walks off.
Honey and I are left a bit disoriented by the whirlwind tour. She looks at me. “Sainte, for now, can we leave our clothes on?”
I smile and nod. “Of course we can. Let’s go get a drink.”
She smiles, and we walk to the bar where I order our drinks, bourbon for me and a club soda for Honey.Good girl.
We take our drinks and find a seat. “So what now?” she asks.
I take a sip of my drink. “We watch.”
She huffs. “And what are we looking for?”
I know I have left her out of the main reason why we are here, and I really don’t want to talk about it here. Besides, I believe that if she doesn’t know what she is looking for—except something out of the ordinary—she will be at a better advantage to find what we are looking for. “Anything that stands out, that doesn’t strike you as normal or ordinary.”
She laughs. “Nothing about this place is normal, Sainte.”
Chapter 16
Honey
I look around the room and watch. I smirk. Everyone’s body language tells at least part of the story of how he or she got here and what he or she wants to achieve from their visit tonight. With a few couples, it’s easy to tell who the convincer was and who was the one who came along to please their partner. I think it is a good idea to avoid those people.
As Sainte and I sit with our drinks, the music changes from mellow background music to what I would call dance music. Everything seemed quiet until this happened, and as couples work their way to the dance floor, everything begins to change.
“Come on, beautiful. Let’s dance,” Sainte says as he gets up from the table. He holds out his hand for me to take, and I do.
We get to the dance floor, and I notice these people aren’t just dancing. There are hands everywhere, going up tops and down pants. Skirts are pulled up over asses, and breasts are being played with. I can’t help but stare.
Sainte leans in close and whispers in my ear, “You like that?” as I watch a man fondle his partner’s naked breasts from behind. His breath is hot on my neck, and for a minute, I forget I hate him.Or do I?
I turn back toward him and smile. “Maybe?”
He turns me back around and reaches up under my arms to rest his hands on my breasts. I lean into him. I don’t know what it is about him. I lose all anger and hatred when he touches me. “Sainte, this is not what we are here for.”
“No, it’s not, but we have to blend in too. Just go with it, baby. I promise nothing will happen tonight that you don’t want to happen.”
I turn my head back up toward him. “Are we really here on club business, or was this all a ploy?”
He smiles. “It’s really club business, so keep your eyes open.”
I nod. We continue dancing. His hands are all over my body now, and fuck, I’m not complaining. He’s making it hard to concentrate on what’s around me, but I try to focus. I see a young girl sitting at the bar. At first, it bothered me that she was alone, but the more I look at her, it bothers me more that she appears scared.
I whisper in Sainte’s ear, “Look up at the bar, the young girl sitting by herself.”
He casually looks over at her and watches her for a couple of seconds.
“Something isn’t right with her, Sainte. She’s scared.”
He nods. “I agree. Wanna go talk to her?”
“Me? Just me?”
