The Vouyerist Club [Short Story] (Book 1/2)

Chapter 3

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I called out to David and he half skipped half walked back into the room. He took the forms from me and sat back at his desk scanned the lists and smiled.
"Yes that's fine. Our audiences also like vanilla as unbelievable as that might be. I have the perfect match for you. Tall, young, very athletic, dark and handsome, model like features. The two of you will be perfect for each other. Very believable boyfriend and girlfriend."

"Sorry what do you mean boyfriend and girlfriend?" Did we have to act out a script?

"For every show we have a different but yet realistic storyline. You see our customers don't want fantasy they want something that feels very real. I picture the two of you having come back from dinner, yes, and you've cut the evening short because you're so horny, yes that would work nicely ... and the rest, well we can leave that up to you." His face was animated as the storyline came to him.

"So will there be a script, lines I have to learn?" His high pitched laugh made me jump.

"Oh no dear. We'll just agree how things will pan out and together you can agree the positions, toys etc. You will use." This sounded even scarier. What if he wanted to use torture like toys on me. Scenes from a dungeon appeared in my mind.

"Don't worry Isabelle, he won't do anything you haven't previously agreed. And even during the performance you will have a safe word to use if you're unhappy. I dare say he will thoroughly enjoy you." And a wicked grin lit up his face.

What if he didn't like me, what if this model was repulsed by me and couldn't get aroused. What if I was a laughing stock. I could feel my cheeks burning.

"He's a model?" My voice gave everything away.

"Isabelle you've got nothing to worry about. You are a very attractive young woman. He'll be lapping you up. Trust me. You are perfect. Right can you do Saturday evening? I'll get the two of you to meet, agree terms and then the show will kick off at nine. You don't have to mingle afterwards unless you want to and there's a back stage door you can use to escape without being hounded by your fans."

So soon. Wow I didn't expect that.
"But what about my anonymity?" He nodded thoughtfully.

"Most actors aren't too worried about people recognising them. You see usually they are already active within the community. But if you'd rather not show your face you could wear a mask. Something sexy, seductive. Yes that could work." He placed the forms in his desk draw and placed his hands on his knees as he looked about the room.

"Oh yes payment. Is five thousand good?" It was so much money but the advert had said ten.

"Your advert said from ten." It felt rude but I didn't want to have to do this more than once.

"It did Isabelle but I'm taking quite a risk putting you on as a complete novice. We don't usually take people with such little experience. You're bound to make close to ten with tips if you put on a good show. That's my final offer." His brow had formed a line.

I suppose anything would help. How could we possible make that much in tips?

"How many people will be watching?"

"Well about five hundred in the venue and at least several thousand around the globe." My breathe caught in my throat.

"People will be watching online?" This really was a porn movie.

"Of course." He looked at me with a bemused expression.

"How do you think we make money? Don't worry they are members who pay a subscription fee. They are all vetted and filming is prohibited. You and the other actor won't have microphones so no one will hear you.  The idea is that they are watching you from a far."

Oh my god what was I letting myself in for? He stood and walked towards the velvet curtain.

"Come, let me show you around our little club." His smile was wicked.

To my surprise it looked much like any other night club. Dimly lit, airless but thankfully not sticky and smelly like some of the university clubs. A long bar stretched the length of the room with uplighting and lines of coloured bottles. Padded seating lined the walls with small tables, candles and what looked liked beds partly hidden by string curtain panels. Before I could even begin to think what they were for we walked into a larger room with a stage.

"And this is the performance area." His arms stretched wide like a ringmaster in a circus ready to introduce his next act. It was large, intimidating and very very open. They would see everything! Every angle every intimate act we would do. The stage area sat in the middle of the room slightly raised from the ground and surrounded by chairs and tables.

"People want to feel like they are at home looking in. Not sitting in a theatre, that's why we have relaxed seating. They can also get up and move around if they want to ... see from a different angle shall we say." His wicked grin was back.

My nerves returned. What had I agreed to. They would see me in total nudity, in total nakedness. They'd see me from places and angles and positions I'd never even seen myself. Could I do it? Could I have sex in front of hundreds of strangers? I needed the money and I wasn't going to give up my dream of becoming an art curator. People had done worse right? I wasn't hurting anyone. I didn't have a boyfriend who might find out.

He assessed my outfit and pulled out a black card from his pocket. He placed it in my hand the silver cursive writing read Roxy's Boudoir - Flirty collection of lingerie to get pulses racing.

"I'll call her and tell her you'll be over this evening, say six?" Was he asking me or telling me? I quickly thought back to my pathetic lingerie drawer. I smiled and gratefully took the card.

"She's worth every penny, trust her and you will look amazing."

"Now just a few club rules before you can go. It goes without saying this conversation never happened." He paused and looked at me passively. I nodded perhaps a bit too vigorously.

"Our customers anonymity is as important as yours. Don't tell anyone about what you've done or what you've seen. Discretion is a must. And an STI test has to be completed before the show. This is for everyone's safety involved. And so you don't need to fiddle about with contraception, slightly kills the mood wouldn't you say?" He placed a white business card in front of me with some health clinic name across it.

"Bring the results with you on Saturday. Any issues please call me beforehand okay?" And he smiled reassuringly.

"Yes of course." I'd never had a test done before and had no idea what it involved.

He clapped his hands.
"Wonderful I think we're all done. Any questions you have my number. Get here for six, we'll provide a dressing room, some refreshments . Show kicks off at nine. Your name will be Christina. I am certain you and Oli... I mean Greg will be perfectly matched."

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Authors Notes:

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- Do you want to know anything else about David? Description about how he looks, more on his gestures or personality?

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