A Classroom Affair

chapter 6

Ashton leads us to a door inside the parking garage, where a lone guard stands watch, with no line in sight. We briefly lift our masks so the guard can check our IDs, and with a nod, he ushers us through the door.

The moment we step inside, a deep thumping bass fills my ears, and my eyes strain to adjust to the sudden darkness of the club. But when they do, they widen in awe. The interior is stunning. Luxurious couches and chairs are scattered around, velvet rugs and curtains adding to the plush ambiance. Everything is bathed in a soft, seductive glow of red LED lights.

I tighten my grip on Ashton's arm as he guides us toward a coat room. The vibrant sights and pulsating sounds of the club swirl around us, almost overwhelming in their intensity. A young woman, elegantly dressed in a latex outfit and towering heels, approaches me. Without a word, she expertly removes my coat, her movements fluid and silent. She then extends her hand, waiting for something, but I'm momentarily puzzled, unsure of what she's asking for.

"Your purse, please. No phones allowed past this point," she says kindly. Observing Ashton putting his phone in a locker, I follow suit and remove my crossbody, handing it over. The woman places it in the same locker as Ashton's and nods at us before attending to the next guests.

I can feel Ashton's eyes burning into my skin and I suddenly feel too exposed. He's never seen this much of me. Despite the urge to hunch over and shield myself, I lift my head high and walk over to Ashton, silently waiting for his lead on what to do next. He offers me his arm, which I gratefully accept, and together we step into what appears to be the main room of the club. It's mostly empty, save for a couple seated at the bar. It seems they haven't let in the long line of people outside yet. To the left, a stage stands with two unoccupied poles, and as I glance up, I'm surprised to see two women suspended from the ceiling on aerial hoops. They're dressed in feathery masks, sparkly thongs, and nothing else, their movements mesmerizing and captivating. I quickly avert my eyes, not use to seeing such a sight, but the performance is so mesmerizing that I can't resist stealing another glance. One of the women catches my eye and winks, flipping upside down on the hoop, causing her breasts to bounce in a lewd manner. Heat rushes to my face with embarrassment, and I swiftly turn away, only to be met with Ashton's gaze. It seems he had been watching the whole encounter, an amused smile playing on his lips, which only intensifies my blush. I hope the mask and low lighting conceal the pinkness of my cheeks.

"There's nothing to be ashamed of in here," he reassures me, taking my hand and guiding me to the bar. I feel a drink might be just what I need to relax. My emotions keep fluctuating between confidence and feeling painfully out of place. I settle onto a plush stool while Ashton leans casually against the bar, his hands in his pockets. My gaze drifts to the entrance, where masked guests begin trickle in. The men, attired similarly to Ashton, exude a confident charm, while the women are stunning in latex dresses, shiny miniskirts, and leather lingerie tops. Some are only wearing pasties and thongs with fishnet stockings. They all seem to belong here, in their element.

Soon, the floor fills with bodies moving in sync with the pulsating beat of the music, dancing and intertwining with each other.

"Sir?" I lean in close, raising my voice to be heard over the bass thumping through the club.

"Yes, doll?" His use of the new pet name sends a surge of excitement through me. I glance up at him through my lashes.

"May I have a drink?" I ask, my tone submissive. In any other situation, I would never ask permission from a man to get a drink, but this is different. Here, in this moment, we each have a role to play, and I have a feeling I know what Ashton expects of me.

"Of course," he replies, casting an approving glance down at me before signaling the bartender. I hear him order an Old Fashioned and a Moscow Mule. I can guess which one is for me. Luckily, I like vodka.