Putting On A Show

Hazel

The hostess ushered us out of the booth where we were previously seated, past soundproofed walls and loud moans. Past the sound of whips and the rattling of chains. Past the rough grunts and painful cries of people living out their erotic fantasies.

Until we stopped in front of a door. Room 6.

Victor’s arm was still around my waist, gripping. I could feel how tense he was.

The hostess ushere