I shrug. “I don't know, honestly,” I reply. “She wanted to do something outside the norm for her, I guess.”
He nods. “Nothing wrong with that,” he replies. “Sexual experimentation is healthy. Opening yourselves up to new experiences and sharing them together is a sure way to develop a deep bond. You find out what you like, and what you don't like. Perfectly normal.”
I chuckle. “I don't know if this is exactly normal.”
“First time here, huh?”
I nod. “That obvious?”
“Well, you seem tense,” he replies.
“Yeah, I guess I am.”
A man walks up and stands next to the shrink, giving me a warm smile. He looks me up-and-down much in the way the waitress had the other night and it hits me – they're together.
“Did you find us a new playmate?” the newcomer asks.
The psychologist laughs. “You wish,” he says. “This one is as straight as they come. And he's with that redhead over there.”
The newcomer looks over and sees Holly talking to the man at the piano. He smiles wide and nods approvingly.
“Oh, she's a stunner,” he says.
“Isn't she?” the shrink asks and then turns to me. “Look, this place is simply for fun and fantasy. You don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with. Think of it as living, breathing porn, or a mutual sex toy. Something that you can both enjoy. Just relax and do what comes naturally. Don't force anything. Just remember that you're here to have fun and bring pleasure to each other. That's my advice anyway.”
I nod and extend my hand, giving him a firm shake. “I appreciate that,” I say. “That helps a lot.”
He nods. “Enjoy yourselves,” he says as he walks away with his partner. “I know we're going to.”
I drop some cash on the bar and pick up our drinks, making my way over to Holly. She looks at me and smiles as I approach.
“Make a new friend over there?” she teases.
“Yeah, he wants to know if we're up for a four-way,” I say and laugh.
She shrugs. “As they say, what happens in Vegas –”
I hold up my hand and shake my head. “Some things are not happening in Vegas,” I say. “Besides, you don't have the right equipment for those two.”
“I can watch.”
“You are such a dirty girl.”
She steps closer to me and I can see the arousal in her eyes. “You have no idea.”
“No, but I hope to find out.”
“Well then,” she says, taking her drink from me. “Let's go find out.”
She walks toward the double doors, as bold as you please, and I have to hurry to catch up to her. We step through and find ourselves in a long, wide hallway decorated in a similar style to the lounge, but with far dimmer lighting. There are half a dozen doors on either side of the hall, and one at the end. The air is saturated with the powerful aroma of sex as the hallway reverberates with the sounds of fucking.
I hate to admit it, but I begin to feel slightly turned on. I clear my throat and we give each other a look, then burst out in nervous laughter.
“What are we doing?” she asks, her voice low.
I shrug. “Something different and outside of our comfort zones?”
She takes a long drink of her Cosmo, seeming to be fortifying her courage. I follow suit and before I know it, we've drained both glasses.
“We're probably going to need more of those,” I say.
“I was just thinking that.”
We step back into the lounge and grab a seat in a booth. Over the next half hour or so, we power down a few more rounds until we are both starting to feel tipsy - which is probably the state of mind we need to be in if we are going to do we came here for.
“One for the road?” I ask.
“Couldn't hurt,” she replies.
I flag down the waitress who brings us one last pair of drinks. I slide out of the booth, dropping some cash, and take Holly's hand. Together, we walk back through the double doors and start once more down the hallway. Soft music is playing, but the echoes of moaning and dirty talk overpowers it.
We stop at the first doorway and see a woman bent over a table, bound by leather straps. A man in a leather mask smacks her ass enthusiastically with a paddle, while another man stands over her, sliding his cock in and out of her mouth. A small cluster of people stand in the shadows of the darkened room, watching. I see a few people engaging in various sex acts while they watch the performers on stage.
I look down at Holly and she gives me a shake of the head. “That’s a little too heavy on the bondage for me,” she says.
I nod. “I was just thinking that.”
We move on to the next doorway and find another stage with a couple locked inside of a large steel cage. The woman is pressed against the bars, exposing her flesh, and they're banging away to a crowd of people who, just as in the first room, are engaged in sex acts of their own.
“A little too wild,” I say.
We pass several more doors, not really finding anything that gets us going – though, it's obvious to me that both of us are growing aroused. I'm hornier than hell and can't wait to be inside of her and judging by the way Holly keeps looking at me, licking her lips, and brushing my cock with the back of her hand, I'm pretty sure she's thinking the same thing.
We stand in the doorway of another room and find that it's sparsely filled compared to the others. On stage, there is a couple – the girl looks a few years younger than Holly, while the guy looks to be about my age. The woman is wearing thigh-highs, a plaid skirt, a white button-down shirt, and black patent-leather shoes while her partner is wearing slacks and a shirt and tie. Typical schoolgirl fantasy stuff.
Still, it's hard to not notice some of the parallels between Holly and I – younger woman, older man. Our age difference isn't that great, she's twenty-four and I'm thirty-three, but it's still large enough to cause me to slightly cringe at the scene before us.
Holly, however, looks transfixed. Maybe it’s because of those parallels - I don't know. But, she grabs my hand and leads me into the room. There are only half a dozen people in the room, which is surprising. I figured the schoolgirl fantasy thing would have rated way higher than leather, cages, and whippings – but, what do I know?
On stage, the girl is down on her knees, sucking the man's cock. His head is thrown back and he is moaning loudly. I look around, somewhat uncomfortable in a group – even as small as this one – where guys are stroking their own cocks or have a woman down on her knees before them, almost acting out the scene on stage.
“Over here,” Holly whispers.
She leads me back to a corner of the room where there's a soft, padded bench. We sit down, and she drains the last of her drink. I follow suit and we set our now empty glasses to the side. On stage, the man is gripping the girl's dark hair, pumping his hips, slamming his cock into her mouth. I see a couple sitting on a chair, the woman straddling her lover, riding him for all he's worth, both of their gazes fixed on the stage.
It's then I realize that no one is even paying attention to us. I'm the only one looking around. Everyone else is either riveted by the two fucking on stage or are focused on what they're doing with their partner. Or partners. It's almost like we're invisible.
I lurch forward when Holly suddenly starts using her hands to massage my cock through my pants. She rubs and strokes it, never taking her eyes off the people on stage. It's not long before I'm rock hard and feel my inhibitions starting to fade. The voice of the psychologist in the lounge comes back to me, reminding me to have fun. That it’s healthy to loosen up and enjoy each other.