Page 155 of So This Is War
My temperature rises, and when she cries out in ecstasy, the man following closely behind, everything in my body throbs.
I want that.
I want to be that woman.
I want to be the one everyone watches.
“Would you ever do that?” I ask.
“Get up on stage?” he asks just as a server comes over to us.
“What can I get you, Mr. Posey? The usual?”
“That would be great,” he says, then turns to me. “What would you like?”
“A hard lime seltzer, please.”
She winks. “Be right back.”
I turn toward Levi now while the couple clean up and switch out with another. His eyes flash to my chest briefly before up to my face. “Well,” I ask. “Would you ever go up on stage?”
“No,” he says.
“No?” I ask, my brow pinched. “Why not?”
“People know me, so I don’t want to be on display like that. But one of the window rooms? Yes, because you can set the lighting where you can’t see everything. Like room three.” He points, and I look over where I can see the woman, but because the man is farther away, I can’t quite make out who it is.
“That’s really hot,” I say. “I would totally do the stage or the window. Hell, I’d give someone a naked lap dance right here.”
“Well, there’s a single guy over there.” He nods in the direction of a man casually touching himself while staring at the new couple on the stage.
“Are you allowed to come out here in the main room?”
“No, only on stage,” he says. “Notice the blow job couple isn’t here anymore?”
I glance over to the corner, and lo and behold, they’ve been removed.
“So what are you allowed to do?”
“Watch, feel, touch, undress your upper half, not lower. Lower half has to be covered. There are a lot of rooms in the back that are constantly being changed out and cleaned. They only allow so many patrons in the club at a time so they can keep up.”
“So you’ve fucked in the back rooms?”
“Yes,” he answers just as our drinks are brought to us. Levi is handed a tumbler, but it doesn’t look like alcohol.
“What is that?” I ask.
“Club soda,” he answers. “Game tomorrow, so I don’t want to drink the night before. I try to avoid it as much as I can. Plus, I want to be present when I fuck.”
“Understood,” I say just as I spot a gorgeous woman in a pair of high-waisted pants and a bra walking toward us. Her long black hair swishes behind her as her hips sway side to side, her eyes set on one person and one person alone . . . Levi.
I take a large sip of my drink just before she arrives.
“Hey,” she says in a seductive voice. She holds her hand out to Levi. “I’m Samantha.”
He takes her hand and says, “Levi, nice to meet you.”
She then turns to me and says, “I’m sorry, am I overstepping? I didn’t even see you until I got up here. I guess I was just fixated on how handsome your boyfriend is.”
