Page 19 of Twisted Love

“Time to get ready is it?”

“Yep, time to get ready. Might I suggest that black dress you brought, the lacy strappy one with all the crisscrosses in the front and back?” Logan made a motion with his hands that made her laugh softly.

“Sure, I know which one you mean.” He’d advised her as she packed her suitcases, suggesting also that they’d probably pick up a few things while they were here. “The black heels too?”

“As if there would be any other choice.” He winked before he went into the bathroom to shower.

She had no idea where he was taking her but that didn’t seem like a bad thing.

So far, she’d seen luxury beyond anything she could possibly imagine, even as Joe’s wife and a pageant queen. Logan’s life was all about having what the have-nots couldn’t even dream about. What he had planned for tonight could be anything, but she at least knew it would be something amazing.

10

Keily

“It’s a sex club?” Keily whispered loudly, stunned as they walked through a closed-off entryway, through a door, and into a scene out of a porno. Or a brothel, maybe. Or perhaps, some filmmaker’s idea of what a sensual, lavish, over-the-top orgy from a bygone era would look like. Either way, it was more tasteful than she’d thought a place like this would be.

“I suppose it is, yes,” Logan answered, his hand on her back to guide her through the open doorway and further into the dimly lit area where scenes were being played out that Keily just couldn’t take in all at once. He put away the card he’d held up to a camera at the entrance as they walked deeper into the large, open first floor.

The house was some kind of historical home that had been converted to showcase the different areas people congregated in with separate beds, curtains, and other accouterments every ten feet or so. Or maybe it had always been a brothel. Kiely looked over at Logan, surprised, a little confused, but also…curious.

On the first floor, open all the way to the end of the house, in front of each ‘room’ separated by curtains or thinly latticed bamboo walls, there were areas for sitting with chaise lounges, couches, ottomans, and coffee tables to hold drinks. Floor lamps had been placed in key positions, to keep the room from being completely dark but did little to fight off the gloom. That didn’t mean Keily couldn’t see though, because she could observe everything that was in view and she wasn’t bashful about looking. To their left was something that looked like an old-fashioned study, the walls lined with books, a desk, and even an antique globe that took up a massive amount of space.

For now, Keily ignored the people in the room in various states of dress and continued to look around her. A bamboo lattice wall separated the library/study from a sitting room that featured a roaring fire, Edwardian-era satin-covered sofas, and a grand piano. Her eyes flashed on to the next room and here she settled on the people, not just the decoration.

This room was a kitchen with appliances that looked as if they came straight out of a post-World War II era catalogue and the people inside were dressed in similar costume. At least, the women were. The four women, in various stages of undress, would be suitable to grace any pin-up calendar from that era, right down to their hairstyles. Luckily, there was no food cooking in that room and the only heat came from the bodies inside.

Keily’s eyes lingered on the black-haired woman who sat on a black granite effect Formica countertop with another woman kneeling between her legs. Keily couldn’t see what the other woman was doing because the first woman’s skirts covered the other woman completely, but if the blissful look on her face was anything to go by, Keily knew. Her gaze remained there, remembering Rosa’s words from a few weeks ago. What was it like to be that intimate with a woman?

Keily thought the answer might be intriguing, but she didn’t really want to find out. She was there with Logan and even the tall, dark-haired man with steely gray eyes that looked directly at her couldn’t distract her from him. He was completely naked, that man thrusting into the woman in a black and pink poodle skirt over by the kitchen sink. He pulled back enough to reveal that the woman wore a black garter belt beneath the skirt and Keily reminded herself to buy some of those at some point.

She’d never watched people having sex before, never thought it would be something she’d participate in, but this was…exciting. At first, she was a little shy, but now that she’d had time to look around and saw that everyone was having a good time, she wasn’t so upset. “What is this place, Logan?”

He took her hand and guided her to the stairs that led them up to even more rooms, these with curtains that were opened or closed. He took her to a room with a huge balcony that was accessed by a tall sliding-glass door. White lace curtains billowed in the breeze, but Logan brushed them aside as he led her out onto the balcony. The ocean met her eyes this time, not sex, and the ever-present noise of the water ebbing and flowing soothed her.

“It’s as you said, a sex club. Everyone in there is a willing participant, it’s not a place for prostitutes if that’s what you’re wondering, and no we will not be participating with any other people. I just wanted to show you a different side to life.” He stood there, not touching her, just letting the words sink in.

“But…what if we wanted to participate, if I wanted to participate?” She looked back at him, waiting, watching for his answer. She felt the way her nostrils flared and saw his own do the same.

Anger marred his features for a second, then his brows dipped in consideration. “No, no participation. You’re mine when we’re here. And I’m yours. When we’re here.”

“Right.” She pulled both her lips between her teeth and turned back to the black cast-iron railing. “So, we’re just here to observe.”

“That’s all.” He agreed from behind her, so close his voice made a shiver run down her spine. He still didn’t touch her, but she knew he was there.

“But, Logan, I don’t get it.” She turned to face him, not sure why he thought this was a place to bring her, even though he said it was just to see another side of life. “How is watching sex supposed to be…enjoyable?”

“Ah, you haven’t watched long enough, that’s all.”

“If you say so.” She answered doubtfully but didn’t turn away. She did, however, stare at the tiled floor of the balcony. “Shall we go back in, then?”

She didn’t want to admit she wasn’t simply confused with him; she was confused by herself. The man downstairs with the woman wearing the garter belt had been cover-model handsome. She’d been intrigued by the two women as well but hadn’t wanted to participate with them because she had Logan. But at the same time, she was curious. What would it be like to be with two men? Or another woman?

Wasn’t that why he’d actually brought her here, to introduce these ideas to her? All men had fantasies about being with two women. Didn’t they? That could happen here, if he let it. Or she allowed it. He didn’t want that, though, so she’d follow his lead. As always in these situations.

“Of course,” she finally answered him, her eyes back on his face, searching for answers she knew she’d probably never get.

Was this just another way of showing her that she was just his sex toy? The thought nagged at her as they went back down the stairs and to a section at the front of the house that she hadn’t noticed. There was a bar there and from the smell of it, food was available too.