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  “Five-minute warning,” Hannah stated before I could confirm that Walker was pretty easy on the eyes.

  And one hell of a kisser.

  CHAPTER FOUR

  Walker

  The table was set with long, white candles, white roses, and filled champagne flutes. The center, however, was an open space, and I assumed that was where the food would be placed. Unlike the monthly parties, the room wasn’t illuminated in a red hue. Instead, the lighting was natural and dimmed slightly, giving it an intimate feel.

  While we waited for the show to begin, I chatted with the woman next to me. No names were exchanged—hence the masks. A DMP wasn’t about names or who was who. It was about pleasure. Everyone was tested regularly and used protection, and that was what I liked about the club. It was safe, and people didn’t know it was me.

  Savior stepped into the grand room and stood at the head of the table that sat twenty people. “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome, and thank you for coming tonight. As you know, nights like tonight usually consist of a show and an after-party, but tonight, I wanted to add in all the erotic foods to get you in the mood. So once again, thank you for being my guests for this evening. Please remember that masks are to stay on the entire night. Also, my staff is here for all of your needs. Enjoy.”

  He took a seat at the head of the table, and when I turned my gaze, I realized that two women in black dresses were now in the middle of the table. There was nothing sleazy or off-putting about any of the actors who worked the shows. In fact, I’d been more turned on by the performances than I had ever been by watching porn. The two women started kissing, and as I took a sip of my tart champagne, my gaze moved to the staff bringing in our dinner. I took in each one and started to choke on my drink when my leading lady walked in carrying two plates of food.

  I knew I hadn’t been to Sensation in quite some time, but I never thought I would see Ayla working at a sex club. I barely knew her, but she had the girl next door vibe to her and I would never have imagined she would be working in the sex industry.

  My dick started to harden as I remembered all of our takes that afternoon—as I remembered our mouths licking and tasting and dueling. No wonder she was a fantastic kisser: she must have a lot of practice.

  Ayla walked closer, and she looked at me. I expected her to drop the plates she was holding in surprise or something, but it was as though she didn’t recognize me. Then I remembered I was wearing a mask, and she had no clue I was there.

  This could work in my favor.

  She placed her dishes down across from me, and I watched her ass walk away. When she was out of sight, I looked down to see that the first course was oysters Rockefeller. I smirked as I picked one up and slurped it down. I already knew how the meal was going to go since oysters were known to increase sperm and testosterone, and therefore, increase one’s libido. I’d hurried to eat the three oysters, excited to see what Ayla would bring next.

  The next course was a fig and asparagus salad, but I didn’t bother to look at the food for more than a few seconds because I noticed Ayla running her hands along the neck of a few of the men at the table as she passed them, but I wanted to feel her touch again. I wanted to have her lips against mine again. I wanted to make her writhe in ecstasy beneath me for real.

  The girls in the center of the table had started to strip one another’s clothes off as we ate our second course. I didn’t know how long the dinner was going to be, or if the girls on the table were the show, but I hoped they were, and that there were only two more courses, because I wanted to take Savior’s offer of having his staff—or one in particular—meet all of my needs.

  Ayla could turn me down or run off in embarrassment when she realized I was there, but I hoped that wasn’t the case. I was burning to feel her touch again. I had been thinking about her all day because of that bathroom scene, but I didn’t want the acting Ayla. I wanted the raw woman—the real Ayla Bowen. I didn’t know what would come after tonight, but I had to try. I was hoping that if we did fuck that it would make our love scenes more realistic. I would know what made her moan, and I would do just that and have the performance of a lifetime.

  By the time the next course was brought out, the women on the table had moved so that one was on her back as the other licked a trail over her breasts and worked her way down to the other woman’s pussy.

  I stared at the entryway where I knew Ayla would come from, and when she finally stepped out, I waited with bated breath, hoping I would be the one she was going to serve. As she got closer, my hopes grew higher and higher, and then she leaned and set the plate in front of me.

  She squeezed my shoulder, and I reached out and grabbed her wrist. “What if I want something else to eat?”

  She blinked and hesitated a few beats before responding, “It’s a set menu, I’m sorry.”

  I lowered my voice, hoping she couldn’t tell it was me. “Tell me if I’m mistaken, but Savior said that his staff was up for … what was it? Our every need?”

  She smiled, and because I’d been on set and watching this woman act for the past week, I knew the smile was fake, and that she was acting. “And what is it that you desire?”

  “You.”

  Ayla ran a finger over my exposed lips. “That might be arranged if you eat all of your dinner.”

  I grunted. “Honey, I want to eat all of you instead.”

  She tsked. “You’re supposed to wait until after dinner and the show.”

  “So you’ll come back then?”

  She shrugged, and my gaze moved to her lace covered breasts—breasts I had seen earlier in the day and had touched and squeezed and wanted to suck on. “Unless you’re otherwise engaged. But everyone goes home satisfied.”

  I smirked. I knew she was telling me what she thought I wanted to hear, and that I wouldn’t follow through with wanting her, but I wasn’t going to back down that easily. “I’ll be waiting.”

  I had hooked up with another member at past DMPs, and at the monthly party for all members, but not once had I ever wanted to hook up with a staff member. But Savior had mentioned they were here for our needs, and my need was to be so far inside of Ayla that when we went back to filming, I’d be the only one to know why she couldn’t walk straight.

  A salmon dish was brought out next. Ayla didn’t serve me, but when she looked over at me as she walked by, I made it a point to stare at her so she knew I was still looking at her and interested. I’d never wanted a woman more in my entire life. I’d been with Playboy bunnies and actresses and not once did I crave someone as much as I had been craving Ayla since our first kiss.

  I couldn’t explain it really. As I had gotten ready for the party, I thought that fucking someone else tonight would get her out of my head, but she was at Sensation and at my disposal, and that only increased my desire for her.

  Or maybe it was the food.

  Dessert was chocolate covered strawberries that were fed to us, and my body was humming. “Sorry, honey”—I stopped the second strawberry that the chick was holding to my mouth—“would you mind being a doll and switching with Ayla?”

  The woman’s head tilted slightly. “Ayla?”

  I pointed toward my leading lady. “Her.”

  “I know who you’re talking about, but how do you know her name?”

  I hesitated for the slightest of seconds before I responded, “I overheard it, I think. Is that not her name?”

  “It is …”

  “Okay then, would you mind?”

  “Yeah, sure.” She looked like I killed her puppy or something as she turned and walked away with a frown on her face.

  I wasn’t sorry.

  I watched the woman whisper to Ayla and then point in my direction. Ayla smiled and then started to walk toward me. When she got to me, she picked up a strawberry that was covered in dark chocolate.

  “I thought you were coming back?” I asked as I opened my mouth to let her feed me. I’d had practice changing my voice with a few roles in the past wh
en I needed an accent for a part, so I was able to keep my voice deep and low.

  “We were assigned to rotate.”

  “He doesn’t seem to mind.” I gestured with my head in the direction of the other member she had left for me. His attention was on someone else.

  “I suppose not.”

  “What’s the plan after the strawberries?” My gaze moved to the two girls on the table who had already eaten each other out and were now scissoring and moaning and groaning and rocking the table. “Is there more show?”

  “Yes, but it’s not on the table.”

  “Oh?” I looked up into her dark brown eyes.

  “It’s an erotic sex scene with all of us partnering up.”

  I knew—given that Ayla was a performer at Sensation—she would be having sex with other people, but the thought of watching her while craving her so badly was making me start to fume slightly. I wasn’t ready to share her yet. I wanted to get a real taste first.

  “Including members?”

  She smiled warmly. “No. We don’t do anything with the members.”

  “Why not?” I questioned.

  Ayla frowned slightly as though she was thinking of the answer. “I’m not really sure other than we have a performance to do.”

  “What if I want a private performance?”

  “Then I’d say you came to the wrong kind of club. This isn’t a strip club where you get lap dances.”

  I smirked. “That’s not what I want.”

  She ran her finger across my lips, the only part of my face that was exposed. “What do you want?”

  “You.”

  She stared at me for a few moments. “Why me when you can have any one of these beautiful ladies at this table?”

  I grinned. There was no way I could tell her the truth, so I gave her a short answer that wasn’t necessarily a lie. “Because I do.”

  Ayla looked to where Savior was at the head of the table. “I don’t think it’s in my job description.”

  “I can find out.”

  “I don’t know,” she sighed. “I’m not paid to have sex with members. I’m here to do my performance.”

  “You’re here to make me aroused.”

  She smirked, and her gaze dropped to my crotch. “I am, and you are.”

  I was. There was no doubt about that. “Then let me talk to Savior.”

  “Okay, but just so you understand, I’m not in the habit of sleeping around.”

  Good to know. “Okay. Let’s see where the night takes us then.”

  “If it’s allowed.”

  I stood and buttoned my tux jacket. “If it’s allowed.”

  Without another word, I walked toward Savior. Ayla followed closely behind, but when I got to the owner, she stood back. It was a good thing because even though I had my mask on, I knew without a doubt he knew it was me. He knew every Diamond member as well as who had RSVP’d for the night.

  “Mr.—” I cut him off as he stood just in case Ayla could hear.

  “I have a request.”

  “Oh?”

  “I want to be alone with Ayla.”

  He looked past me to where she was a few steps back. “While my performers do have sex for the show, they are here to do a job, and that doesn’t include being alone with a member.”

  “What’s the difference if it’s me or that guy?” I pointed at one of the male performers who was caressing the chest of a male Diamond member.

  He stared at me and then motioned for her to step toward us. “Are you okay with this?”

  “I …” She opened her mouth, then closed it and looked at me. “I don’t know. This has never happened before.”

  I didn’t want Ayla or Savior to tell me no, and the longer it played out, the more I wanted to be with her. And not necessarily for sex. So, even though I originally thought I wouldn’t reveal my face, I decided I would remove my mask and see what would happen. I started to slip it over my face, but Ayla held out her hand.

  “Don’t.”

  CHAPTER FIVE

  Ayla

  “Don’t?” the masked man questioned.

  I wasn’t sure why I told the member to not remove his mask. I’d never been propositioned before, but what I did know was that to be a Diamond member, you were more or less rich, so I knew this guy wasn’t a scrub—so to speak. But it wasn’t like me to sleep with some random dude either.

  However, what I knew about Sensation was that it fulfilled fantasies. I’d heard Savior had special nights where he literally fulfilled a Diamond member’s fantasy. There was one member who had requested a Cleopatra night, so all the performers—before my time—dressed the part. Some were dressed as animals, and yes, there was some play done in all the costumes.

  Would this be my night to have hot, sweaty sex with a total stranger—a stranger I wouldn’t even know what he looked like?

  As I had watched the man speak to Savior, I decided that I was going to treat this as though I was a member, too. Like Zach had said earlier in the night, I may want to join once I became a well-known actress.

  This could be my test run.

  My gaze moved to my boss to make sure this was okay with him. I didn’t know of any staff to be alone with members. “This is up to you,” he stated. “I’m sure the others can manage without you.”

  I looked back at the member. “Keep the mask on for now, and we’ll go talk.”

  “Talk?” He snorted.

  I laughed. “For now.”

  Before the stranger could reply, Hannah stepped up and whispered into Savior’s ear. He gave a curt nod. “If you’ll excuse me, the second part of the show is starting.” He turned and left.

  The masked man held out a hooked elbow. “Shall we go talk then?”

  I nodded with a smile and slipped my arm into the crook of his elbow before we started to walk out of the large dining room. “Sorry, I just don’t know the protocol here.”

  “Protocol?” He chuckled. “There’s no protocol.”

  “Yes, but you may be used to seducing and sleeping with everyone at the club, but I’m only a performer.”

  He led me outside into the cool August night, and I shivered as a breeze blew across my exposed flesh since I was only in my bra and panties. Without asking, the man shrugged off his tux jacket and held it so I could slip into it. It smelled fruity, almost like pineapple. It was a scent I’d smelled before but couldn’t place at the moment. He held out his elbow again, and I took it while we slowly walked around the property near the pools, the tennis court, and other lavish things at Savior’s home.

  “But you have sex for a living,” he finally said.

  “I’m not a whore.” I wasn’t taking offense to him saying that I had sex for a living. I did, but it was different from being a hooker. It was acting. The only difference between my performances at Sensation and acting on set in “An Unexpected Christmas,” was that it was real sex at the club. Each job had a script and was a performance for entertainment.

  “That’s not what I mean. I mean that you have sex, so you have to know what to do.”

  I snorted. “Of course, I know what to do. I mean, from what I’ve seen at parties, members come to Sensation to have sex, but when I’m here I play a role, and this”—I motion between us with my free hand—“isn’t scripted.”

  “So, you don’t have sex outside of your job?”

  I took a deep breath. “Yes, but it’s been a while.”

  I had no idea why I was telling this stranger all my business, but I was. Sure, there were nights when I went out with the few friends I had made while living in Los Angeles, but clubbing and partying wasn’t cheap, and I was broke. We’d only been paid for one week of filming, but one week’s pay was enough to pay my rent and stock my fridge. I had no plans to quit Sensation because I still needed the money, but I was hopeful that my role and exposure with Walker Payne would lead me to land other gigs. Even after we stopped filming, the movie wouldn’t premiere for several months, and if I didn’t have anot
her job lined up, I would need the money Sensation provided.

  “That’s hard for me to believe,” he stated. “You’re beautiful.”

  I felt a blush creep up my neck, and a wave of warmth go through my body at his compliment. “Thank you. I just haven’t been looking,” I admitted, trying to make it seem as though I wasn’t a loser. There was no way I was going to tell this Diamond member that I was in a polyamorous relationship with Hulu and Netflix.

  The man motioned for me to sit on one of the lounge chairs near the first pool. “I hope you’re okay with this. Once I saw you come into the room, I thought of nothing else.”

  I sat, and he followed, turning into each other. His tux covered knee pressed against my bare one. “Surprisingly, I am okay with this being for tonight only. I don’t know why.”

  He beamed. “It’s my charm.”

  I chuckled. “Maybe. How long have you been a member?”

  He thought for a moment. “Four years.”

  I blinked. “Really? I haven’t seen you here before.” Some of the other people at the table I recognized because of their masks and stature, but I didn’t make it a habit to look at everyone who was watching me perform.

  “I’ve been away on business the last few months.”

  “Oh. What is it you—”

  He ran a finger across my lips to silence me. “Asking one-hundred questions isn’t protocol. Tell me what your fantasy is.”

  “My fantasy?” I arched a brow.

  He grinned, and in that second, I’d wished I hadn’t told him to keep the mask on. I wanted to know who the man was behind the perfect smile. The smile that caused my belly to dip out of nowhere. The smile that was familiar in a way and made me feel comfortable.

  “We’re at Sensation after all.”

  “True, but I’m assuming you come here to fulfill your fantasies.”

  His finger trailed down my throat slowly. “So, you want to fulfill my fantasy?”

  I swallowed nervously. “Depends on what it is.”