Bad Favors

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ack into his desk drawer without asking me if I want a

d at the end of thirty days, I am quite nervous about working in a sex club. It's not for the reasons one would think, though. I have an adventurous sexual spirit, and I believe the few men I've

n is more

cause I liked what I saw last night. The grotesque displays of debauchery a

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re I can check him out under the guise

give him a confident smile that

round six-six. He's built and the tailoring of his dress shirt is so precise I can see the shape of his biceps under the silk material. So yeah, F

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hold. It looks like he walked straight out of a fashion magazine as it is cut in various layers. It's not too short, but not too long, and it looks like he did nothing more than run

, and my inspection is over. I watch as he opens a closet doo

fit. For the females, it's a black miniskirt that's not too obscenely s

says as he hands it to me. "You broug

d one of only two pair I had. These had a modest heel of only three

s the uniform of a cleaner. I still want you in heels, though. You're not

ll, extremely tight-looking black turtleneck with long sleeves. I suppose covering most of the skin in

scrap of flimsy silk folded over the bar. He hands it to me and s

rom him. I swallow hard and ask, "And w

he thong. Please

s, "We're going to start you easy tonight with cl

in the midst of people having wild monkey sex. Talk about awkward and scintillating a

ng. It's just that you're a temporary employee and you're specifically working for me since I'm personally loaning you the

sense.

ffice door and issues a

eing polite. I turn around and jog to keep up with him, clutching the three hangers to my

ays. "Go get dressed. You can put your stuff in a locker. They have progra

me a second glance. I watch for only a moment as he pulls h

the locker room, my nerves humming with nervousness and some other emotion I can't

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t into black acrylic and chrome frames. They sit low to the floor and are spread around the room in what appears to be a haphazard design. The floor is made up of large, square, frosted panels set into steel supports and run at a diagonal across the room. The colors change from a dusky rose to a cream color, which can enhance the mood of the music playing

lounges to provide a spotlight on any action that might occur there. When a couple or group is done with that piece of furniture, the light goes out. It indicates to the staff that

ord didn't laugh at me. He explained that many of the couples here don't swing. Their pleasure is either having sex with others present or doing fetish stuff and as such, they didn't use condoms bec

's how my imag

or other couples having sex. It becomes quickly apparent to me I am virtually unnoticeable in this job position, a

nd at the perimeter of the room in the shadows and just watch the action. Looking away isn't an option because

nasty stuff up, and then wipe it away. I carry two towels. One to wipe the cleaning solution up and the other to dry the vinyl. When these towels reach their m

, it's certainly not something I would ever aspire to do for the long term. It makes me wonder why the o

l and platform in the center where people can have sex while a waterfall pours from the ceiling down onto them-as

been pretty much able to tune out the noises, and I try not to keep my gaze focused anywhere for any length of time. N

currently single, I do wonder what it would be like to come with a serious partner. I would never consider coming as a single woman, but the thought of being with somebody I trusted in

een approached by no less than a dozen different women trying to get him to join in their fun. It didn't surprise me. Ford is one of the best-looking men I've ever seen, and I would imagine he partakes of the benefits of his club qu

ary attention. Armed with a spray bottle of bleach in one hand and a towel

ded benches and something that looks like a pommel horse in addition to the beds and lounges. There are also areas that are nothing more than an array of

Sin Room, when a couple-or threesome or foursome or however many people can fit on a piece of

er and although he's not actually touching me, I swear I can feel his lips move a

ry time I connect with his eyes, I feel a sizz

derstand the English language. "What i

g my shoulders. "One has wa

ftly. "This is a sex club. Tell me the differ

Luscious Sin Room and while I didn't think I was paying that close attention to what was going on, I apparen

if it's because there is a pool where many of the patrons just lounge while sipping cocktails and talking, or the fact there a

the blatant realization that this room is for people who just want to fuck. No one is engage

intently he is looking at me, waiting for my answer. My voice quavers

before giving a slight nod. Then he pulls back and leans against the wall. I turn around and k

toward me, but he doesn't speak any louder when he says, "That's

icipated at The Sinful Night Club, that has been dispelled. However, the shiver is more than likely because I can n

serve him doing that... and if I'll ever be ab