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I move my fingers softly in circles, rubbing my clit. Forgetting all of the thoughts that threaten my sanity. I dip a finger in, moaning softly over the music. I slide out my finger, bringing it to my mouth and sucking my arousal off, slowly. I hear a groan from the audience.Someone wants you. Even if he doesn’t.

I pinch my nipple, arching my back. I slide my hand back down and continue what I started. I have entered my own world. It’s just me enjoying myself, being free.You are free.

I drop onto my back and moan as I move faster, and my breathing intensifies. I feel myself about to climax. I slide my fingers back in, and that does it for me. I start shuddering as I moan and come all over my fingers. I drag my arousal out and rub myself once more, not ready for the moment to end. I bring myself to a seated position, resting one arm behind me and keeping my body at an angle. I drop my head back, looking up towards the lights as I lick the remaining mess from my fingers. The room falls silent as the song comes to an end.He won’t want you now. What have you done?I don’t want him.But you do.

I rake my fingers through my hair, pulling gently to release the pressure building inside of me. I stand and grab my champagne. A small wicker basket sits beside the table. It has a fresh robe and a note card. I hear people filtering out of the room. I open the note card, and it reads.

Your performance is always welcome. Please enjoy access to our members-only room. Please use this code to enter the private room; the door is located on the back wall.

67960

—Club Muse Management

I duck my head down, trying to look around the room. It’s so goddamn hard with this bright lights, but I notice a door with keypad entry in the back of the room. I slip on the robe and cover myself as I gather my clothes from the stage floor, taking off in the direction of the door.

Just before I reach the door, a hand grabs my shoulder, and I jump. I turn to see the man with whom I entered.He’s going to hurt you. Run.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. I just wanted to let you know that was the best solo performance I have seen in the Voyeur Room. You should feel proud,” he says with a genuine smile.He doesn’t want to hurt you. He likes you.

I glance over at him, and notice his cock is about to burst out of his pants.

“Thank you. It was my first time,” I say, giving him a teasing grin.

“First time? I don’t buy that,” He mocks.

“I’m serious.”

I slap him playfully in the chest.

“Well, I’m always here if you need someone to watch… or if you need someone to help you explore other areas of interest.” He smiles at me and hands me a card.

“Call me or text me anytime. Don’t worry. I’m always discreet.” He winks at me as he exits the room.

I punch in the code to the members-only suite. Upon entering, I see several doors that lead to the lounge. It looks like most of the suites have access to this space. There is a small lounge area, as well as showers, lockers, and refreshments. I wonder what it takes to become a member here.You don’t want to be a member.

I stare down at the card he gave me. It is a solid black card with a red symbol in the middle. Underneath the symbol is a phone number. No name, no email, no address, no business. Nothing. Great. Another masked stranger to fuck up my life. Not today. Today was for me.No, it wasn’t. It was for Dante. You’re mad at him.

I walk into one of the showers, shedding my robe, and begin rinsing off. Knots form in my stomach as I think about what I just did. The shame snaking up my legs, ready to pull me into the darkness.You are a whore. You put yourself on display. No one will want you now.

Tears sting my eyes as I let the water cleanse the sin from my body. I thought I was past the guilt and shame. I wanted the darkness so bad.Then why are you crying?

I wipe my eyes, trying to salvage my make-up. I turn off the water and step out of the shower to dry off. I glide the cotton towel all over myself, making sure there is no evidence of the crimes I have committed.You just wanted to feel good.

I slip on my dress and fasten my heels, feeling mixed emotions swirling inside my fucked up head.What will Astra think of you?

Shit. Astra is probably waiting for me. I quickly make my escape and walk out onto the patio. She is standing in a crowd of her friends. I slow my pace, making sure I come off calm and collected for you.You’re not calm. You’re breaking.

“Took you long enough,” she says mockingly.

“I had a few drinks inside. I wanted you to enjoy some time with your other friends since you’ve been bombarding me for days,” I joke.Liar. Tell her.

“Mm-hmm.”

She looks at me with a smile.

“I know where you’ve been.”

“I told you I was having a few drinks.”