The air was getting thicker and thicker with each step I took and I was starting to sweat.

As we rounded a corner, a buff body guard stood up and crossed his arms—blocking the silver door that was behind him.

“Name,” he said flatly.

“Claire Statham.” The three of them said in unison.

He looked all of us over, as if he were questioning why we were there, and then he opened the door. “Have a nice night ladies.”

I felt myself being pushed inside the room, and once my eyes realized what the hell they were seeing, my jaw hit the floor.

Jonathan is going to kill me...

The room was massive. I couldn’t make out where the “walls” were because there was red smoke seeping from the floors and the ceilings. However, I could clearly see half naked men everywhere. And by ‘half naked,’ I meant that they were only wearing tight white briefs and a smile. And since they were sweating, I could see everything.

There was a huge black stage on the far end of the room where a few male and female dancers were writhing against one another as if they were having sex. There were even people standing right below the stage, tossing dollar bills and panties at them.

The bar that was on my right was made of all glass and it extended all the way across the room to a wall I couldn’t see. The words “Cum Shots” were flashing in neon red letters behind it, and a long line of bartenders was frantically mixing drinks.

I was about to ask where the hell we were, but a man who was built like a Greek god stepped in front of me and handed each of us a small velvet bag.

“Welcome to Club Sin, ladies.” He smiled and Bobbie Jo reached out and cupped his dick.

“He’s not stuffing.” She winked at me.

“No one here is.” He smiled even wider. “Follow me to your table. You have a reserved space in VIP.”

I shook my head and turned away to leave, but they pushed me forward and made me follow him across the room and up a flight of steps. Our table was directly above the dance floor and right in front of the stage.

The Greek god took a pen out of—somewhere, and waited for us to take our seats.

“It should feel a little cooler up here than downstairs,” he said. “But if you get too hot, there’s a cooling station behind that door.” He pointed to a sign below that read ‘Cool after You Cum.’ “What type of drinks can I start you ladies off with tonight?”

“I’ll have a water.” I said. “In a bottle...”

“Ignore her.” Kim covered my mouth. “We’ll all have cum shots to start.”

“And a round of Sex on the Beach.” Helen looked him up and down. “With two bottles of your best vodka and a pitcher of orange juice to share.”

He wrote it all down and turned to walk away, but not before Bobbie Jo slapped his ass, laughing. “I am so bringing someone back to the suite tonight.”

I shook my head and opened the velvet bag he’d given us at the door: Condoms, Blow-pops that read “For your blowing pleasure,” a mini vibrator, handcuffs, a blindfold, and lube. Lots and lots of lube.

What the fuck?!

I dropped the bag under the table and squinted at the scene that was playing below me on the dance floor. One of the half-naked men was giving a woman one hell of a lap dance and it looked like she was enjoying it a little too much. She was grabbing onto his back and panting, crying out like he was actually—

OH.MY. GOD!

I stood up. “I can’t be here, Helen! What the fuck is this place?”

“Club Sin. Did you not hear the man say that when we got here? Just relax, Claire. Every person in this place knows you’re about to be Mrs. Statham and that you’re off limits. Your lap-dance will be a lot tamer.”

“I don’t want a lap-dance.”

She rolled her eyes as our drinks were placed on the table.

“Ladies and gentlemen.” A deep voice came over the speakers—drowning out the high frenzied techno music. “The dance floor will shut down in two hours for our scheduled ‘All Eyes’ performance. Please take advantage of it before we close off that section.”

“Okay wait!” Kim slid all four cum shots towards me. “I think you need to toss back all of these for yourself. We need you good and drunk way before the show starts.”

“What type of show is it?”

“It’s a scene show. They show off different sex positions and I really need some new ones to add to my sex bucket list.”

“Your fuck-et list.” Bobbie Jo corrected. “Toss back the drinks so we can dance, Claire. Now.”

I sighed and tossed back the first one to loud cheers, wincing at how bitter it was.

“Two! Three! Four!” They clapped and thrust another drink into my hand as soon as I finished the last cum shot.

I took a few sips and before I knew it, I was being pulled onto the dance floor.

The room was spinning and everything was blurring together—so much so that I wasn’t sure if what my eyes were showing me was true: A half-naked police officer was rubbing against me, swaying my hips to the beat as I struggled to keep my balance. Helen was grinding against two men at the same time, and Bobbie Jo and Kim were sandwiching another Greek god, rubbing him all over.

Out the corner of my eye I saw people lining up at a different type of bar. There were no alcohol bottles or glasses hanging behind its wall: There were chains, ropes, whips, and lots of metal things I didn’t recognize.

I watched a couple buy a long silver chain, and raised my eyebrow as they were led out of the room and through the smoke by a bouncer—to somewhere I was sure I didn’t want to know about.

Dizzy and confused, I slowly freed myself from the stranger’s sweaty embrace and headed back to our section in VIP. I looked at my phone and realized I had a text. Jonathan: “Your new makeover is so fucking sexy. Can’t wait to see it in person. Call me as soon as you get back to your room.”

I was too dazed and disoriented to even think about talking to him tonight. I didn’t want to slip up and tell him anything about this club. Ever.

“Are you alright, Claire?” Kim put her hand on my forehead. “I saw you dancing with that cop. I’m proud of you! You’re learning!” She sat down and handed me a bottle of water.

“Helen wasn’t lying to me, right? This really is the last club?”

“Yeah...It may be just you and I walking back though.” She pointed to the corner where Bobbie Jo currently had her hand down a fireman’s briefs and Helen was grinding against a different set of men.

I shook my head and took slow sips of water, savoring every cold drop. Just as I was finally cooling down, a butt-naked sheriff took the bottle out of my hand and positioned himself over my lap.

“Oh my god—no...NO....NO...” I slurred. “Why is your dick out?! I don’t...I don’t want—Could you at least put your briefs on?!”

“Don’t worry.” He smiled. “Your friends told me to be extra gentle.”

“What?!” I shut my eyes as he “danced” against me. He was grunting and using my shoulders to brace himself, saying, “I bet your fiancée doesn’t give it to you like this.”

When I finally opened my eyes again, he was gone and everyone was back in the VIP booth. The lights in the club were dimming, and the words “scene show” were flashing in white lights across the stage.

“I think I’ve had enough for one night.” I stood up. “This has been really fun, but I think I should head back.”

Helen pulled me back down. “Sit still, Claire. We have four more hours left and we’re using every last second! Besides, the DJ just announced that the dance troupe is going to twerk before the show even starts.”

“Twerk? Do I even want to know what that means?”

Bobbie Jo stood up and bent over slightly, placing her ass in my face. Then she braced the floor with her hands and proceeded to bounce her ass up and down, moving closer and closer to me.