A Steamy Show

A Steamy Show
I needed to pamper myself, and what would do better than a night of endless pleasure?

Considered the most SVIP in the establishment, the manager personally led me to my booth. I opened the surveillance camera on my phone and showed him Voltaire captured in the entrance footage.

“Bring him to the room next to mine. Make sure he has a good view. And tell him, if he still wants that deal, he needs to know who he is dealing with,” I firmly ordered. 

“Yes, boss!” he courteously answered. “What shall we prepare for you?”

“Send me my favorites.”

What I said was enough for him to know what services to provide me. 

I changed into a silk robe, and as I waited for my orders, I watched how Voltaire was guided to the room next to mine.
“Harder…” Scarlett moaned. “Ahhh, good…”

Three naked men in their early and mid-twenties were serving her a sensual massage. One was on her feet, one her upper back, while another was on her mid-back while in her birth suit.

“Right there, yes, yes, ahhhh….”

Her sensuous moaning and sounding so explicit directions made the man watching in the other room, Voltaire, feel uncomfortably aroused. 

He wondered why he was ushered into this room as soon as he entered the club. He just thought maybe Dandelion still needed booze coming here. He was not able to thoroughly check what kind of club this is. And he wasn’t able to look around as a man who introduced himself as the manager welcomed him and courteously asked to follow him—leading Voltaire to a private room. He was asked to sit facing the curtained wall. He looked around. The room was dimly lit, and all he could see was the plush couch he was sitting on. The manager pulled the curtains to the side, and to his utmost surprise, he was ordered to watch a woman having a massage in a very sensual situation. 

Then she turned over. He realized it was her! Dandelion?!

The three masseurs moved accordingly. 

One moved to massage her face and neck. The other one stood on the side next to her midway, and the last one among the three stood to the side next to her thighs.

The three started to apply massage oil all over her body, where their hands knead softly and sensually.

“Ahhhh…” she moaned.

The man on her midways gave her breasts a good and relaxing massage that she felt her nipples harden. 

The man next to her thighs started to run his feathery touch massage on her lower private part. He folded her legs with her knees up to get good access to her most sacred glory hole. 

“I only want your tongue touching me,” she ordered clearly with her eyes closed.

The two others attended to her busty chest. They all heard her command. They can only worship her. And only with their tongues.

Voltaire was so shaken by what he was seeing. Now he was even more scared. What is she trying to do to him? Is this a sign that something worse is going to happen to him? 

No matter how good the view in front of him was, he could not convince himself to watch and enjoy the moment. He was having a bad feeling about what awaited him after this. 

It was a room where a two-way glass is covered by a thick curtain when privacy is required, but some clients who like to be watched can move the curtains to the side, and that would mean they gave their permission to be watched—both sides of the wall express consent by tying up their side of the curtains. If only one side opens, it means the other room wants to keep its privacy. 

Downstairs is a place to drink while masculine men attend to the female clients’ needs. And when they want to do things further, there are private booths upstairs where the servicemen will serve them according to the ladies’ every beck and call. Women of different ages, from different walks of life, and of different races come here to enjoy and relish their sexual pleasures.

“I want a dildo inside of me,” Scarlett ordered to the servicemen. 

“But tease me first,” she added.

“Yes, just like that,” she moaned. “Ohhhh… Mmmmm…”

“I want it slow….”

They know her orders by heart. Even if they are not allowed to enjoy her beauty, they are honored to serve her. They know how to control their arousal. Some of the servicemen who had served her before could not help orgasming as she was being served. They ended up banned from her booth. They were never called to serve her again. There are times when she allows them, but they know when. And today is not like that. She would order drinks to warm them all up with a virility booster to match up with her appetite, and not having them means she is not into an orgy or anything more than a sensual massage to soothe her body. She just needed service. Although part of it is to make her cum, to complete her relaxation, the process is done in ways where her servicemen do not get to use their tools to please her. She only pays for their service. They are not allowed to receive more than their payment. They are not allowed to cum while serving her.
I am here to blow off some steam. And Voltaire is going to watch until I am done, and we will have that talk for the deal he was trying to make with me. He should at least watch. He came this far anyway. In case we are going to do that deal, I want to show him what kind of woman he is going to make that deal with. If he is going to judge me for that, he can forget everything. He won't see me again. Or I won't have to talk to him ever again. I will do the deal in exchange for his offering me real friendship. 

I don’t know how he is going to react after this, but I want to have a good start with him by introducing him to the worst part of my personality.