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

Chapter 8

As we walked towards the stage I could hear light chatter and the clinking of glasses. My heart began to race and blood rushed to my head making me feel dizzy and unbalanced. My ears were acutely aware of every sound and movement like an animal about to be hunted.

Greg tucked a lose strand of hair behind my ear and leant in,
"Don't worry don't think about anyone else but me." This did nothing to settle my nerves which had taken over my body.

"Right gorgeous couple. There's no introduction. The lights will dim and you're on. Forget everyone, imagine you've gone back to your place and no one else can see what you're doing and feeling. Let yourselves go in the moment. Say what you want, moan, scream just be yourself. No one can hear what you say to one another remember it's like they are watching you through a window. So don't look directly at anyone. Now have fun!"

Oh my god what was I doing. My body and mind were in a inner struggle. Fight or flight? Fight or fuck the lights had dimmed it was show time!

Greg took my hand and we walked  through the backstage towards the set. It was dark but for a lamp in the corner of the stage and the tiny candles on the tables dotted about. The room collectively hushed and breaths stilted. I could make out a couple drinking wine on the edge of the stage. A sofa and table were in the centre of the room with a bed and dressing table to the side of it. A long mirror was propped against the side of the door with fairy lights dangled over its edges.

"Ok ready?" Greg squeezed my hand and I nodded. I was anything but ready. He pretended to fumble with the door until it swung open to reveal the stage and everyone around it. Shit!

"I've been thinking about what I'm going to do to you all day." His voice rang out across the stage. I didn't think we had to speak.
"Work with me." He said quietly under his breath.
My mind went blank I was like a rabbit in the headlights. He smiled trying to reassure me.
"I don't know why you're giving me that look. If you send me texts like that at work and give me a hard on all day you know what's in store for you when I get home." Oh god he was a natural at this.
"What text? I don't know what you're talking about." He smiled and nodded to encourage me.
"Oh please don't be so coy Christina. I've just left half a fifty dollar steak to bring you home." And he chuckled. It sounded so sincere. Seriously he should be an actor.
Ok all I had to do was flirt with him. I can do that right?
"So tell me then, what exactly do you want to do to me?" A few whispers echoed around the room.

"It's not what I want to do to you, it's what I'm going to do to you." As far as I was concerned he could do whatever he wanted to me.  He held my hand and gently pulled me into the room closing the door behind me. We stared at each other for a moment and then his hands cupped my face before he kissed me softly. His lips were warm and soft as they searched mine. I felt an instant pull to him, was it the nerves or was there something between us?

"Hmmm I've been wanting to do that all night." His eyes searching mine.
My mouth responded before my head could and I was kissing him back. He tasted of mint and something sweet I couldn't put my finger on. His tongue tentatively parted my lips looking to conquer mine. His kisses became more passionate until I felt his hands move down to my waist. It was the best kiss I'd ever had. Was it because he was so breathtakingly gorgeous? Or because of my nerves? I didn't care I kissed him back with as much force until he broke away which left me yearning and panting for more. He placed small warm kisses along my neck which made my hips give in and push against his.
"I'm going to start trying to undress you remember to resist me, if you can." The sheer cheek!
"You're not that gorgeous." I flirted back.
His hands made their way to my back where he started to unzip my dress. I let him do so until the back of my corset peaked out. People shuffled in the room and I saw from the corner of my eye a few figures move towards the stage.