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“Come on. Let’s sit down. The show is about to begin.” He grabs my hand and leads me to the two chairs facing a wall.

I sink into the seat, drop my clutch on the table and cross my legs.

I’m not trying to be ladylike, I’m simply trying to tame my throbbing clit. I’m aching to have him deep inside me, but I agreed to this, so he’s right, I have to be patient.

Levi walks to the wall and draws the curtains back on a one-way mirror.

“Oh wow.” The words fall out of my mouth.

I blink furiously.

I knew what tonight was all about. Still, talking about it and actually doing it are worlds apart.

The couple already making out on the other side of the mirror knows someone is watching. That’s the whole point. She’s fully naked, and he’s shirtless, but he’s still wearing his jeans.

They’re exhibitionists.

Tonight, we’re voyeurs.

Levi didn’t introduce me to porn––Sydney did––but he introduced me to raunchier videos. For weeks now, he’s been slowly seducing me to the idea of watching a live couple in the throes of passion. So here we are in Peek-a-boo room #14. If the sexy action from the elevator is anything to go by, I’m definitely responsive to watching others get down and dirty.

Levi taps a few times on the glass, letting the couple know we’re ready to start.

He turns his attention to me. “Did you follow my order?”

“I did,” I answer.

He approaches. “Let’s see.”

Biting my lower lip, I uncross my legs in an exaggerated motion to give him a peek.

“Nice,” he nods approvingly. He insisted on me going commando. “Tonight should be fun,” he says, sitting in the chair next to me.

By fun, he means as lewd as fuck.

The couple break their embrace, almost as if they know we shifted our attention to them. The woman looks in our direction, smiles, and wiggles her fingers to say hello. Her brown eyes sparkle with mischief.

The guy waves too.

“That’s her husband,” Levi says. “His club name is Volney. Hers is Laramie. They met at the club at a theme party.”

“Just like us,” I smile.

He winks.

“They love having an audience,” Levi adds. “They’re here nearly every weekend—from Friday to Sunday night—which explains why they’re among the top rated exhibitionists at the club.”

“There’s a rating system?” I shriek.

He nods. “Only for the Peek-a-boo rooms. You want to know what you’re getting in advance.”

“I see.”

“Volney is forty,” Levi says. “She’s twenty-two.”

“That’s quite the age difference.”

“They met at a daddy-baby girl theme party. He came as a wingman with a friend and fell in love at first sight.”