The first exhibit featured a man lightly kissing a blow-up doll. Tenderly. Slowly. He was a titan of a man, bulging muscles and glistening brown skin. His tongue slid across the blow-up's mouth with such passionate lust that I blushed. He didn't have an audience, but he was performing regardless.
I kept walking down the hall. The next room was bathed in a teal blue light. A woman was lying on a bed in the middle of the room, the pink sheets were ruffled and twisted around her. She was holding an oddly shaped dildo that looked...out of this world. Almost like the leg of an octopus. She was still wearing black panties and rubbing the plastic tentacle over her clit while arching her back off the mattress.
I watched in awe. Even though I knew that this was her job and the entire purpose of this club was to dive into the deepest fantasies of the rich and powerful, I couldn't help but feel like I was intruding on something by staring.
A woman wearing a deep ruby dress, with dark blue curly hair pinned on top of her head, took a seat in front of the mirror and watched with hungry eyes. The spectator looked rigid and fascinated.
I kept moving down the row of exhibits. Some performers had no one watching. Some had five or six men pressed up as close to the glass as they could get. The hallway was wide, and each glass wall had seats positioned in front of them.
On either side of me was every kink imaginable. Every race, gender, sexual orientation, and age was all represented at Eden's Place. A beautiful woman who looked to be over the age of sixty-five was dressed in all leather and was cracking a whip at a much younger man.
I did my best to remove any prejudiced bias from my mind. It was insane to me how big this warehouse of dreams was. There were some kinks I didn't understand. Men dressed like animals were chasing around naked women in one room. In another room was just a woman getting a tattoo on her vagina.
It wasn't until I got to the very end of the exhibit hall that I was truly shocked by what I saw. There, in his glass cage of pleasure, was Anthony Civella.
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Separated only by the glass wall, I shamelessly stared at Anthony Civella. His impressive body was fit and healthy. His brown, shaggy hair was tangled and damp like he just showered and haphazardly ran his hand through it. Every ridge and contour of his muscles was clearly defined. He had thick, long legs like tree trunks and a carved torso that looked like cut rock. The piercing look of his eyes flashed with danger when he saw me staring. He didn't look ashamed, but instead, resigned. It was a look of acceptance, as if he’d expected me to come tumbling into this playroom. He challenged me with his gaze. He wanted me to see him—really see him.
Grams once got us a season pass to the local zoo, and I fell in love with this bold tiger in the predatory animals section. As a little girl, I joked that he was my pet, and I’d make Grams sit with me in front of his exhibit for hours on end. We’d pack lunch and set up on the bench in front of his extravagant cage. Over time, I found myself feeling sorry for the powerful animal. He wasn’t meant for the zoo; he wasn’t meant for me, either.
Anthony was a lot like that tiger.
Naked. Primitive. Unique. Free yet somehow shackled, too. I wanted to know more.
He was completely bare, and my eyes slowly swept over his entire body. Anthony's cock was already hard. It was thick, long, and impressive.
Unlike the other rooms, this glass box was split in two by a thin black wall. His body was slick with oil, and he ran his trembling hands down his stomach while glaring at the wall separating him from the other side of the performance exhibit. There was a door leading into each side of the wall.
There were already a couple of men and women sitting down and preparing for the show. I found a seat in the front row. Maybe it wasn't ethical or professional of me to sit down and watch, but I was driven by dark curiosity. Anthony bit his lip, then turned around to face the door for a moment. I gasped at the site of his back.
Thick, raised scars lined every inch of his skin from the neck down. It was as if someone had taken a whip to his body and marked up every available part of him they could.
I was so shocked over the destruction on his flesh that I didn't notice a door opening on the other side of the wall. I tore my eyes from his damage to observe the woman who walked into their divided glass cage. She had beautiful creamy skin and dark brown hair. Her eyes were black and lined with thick eyeliner. She was fully naked with small breasts and an unshaved pussy.
Anthony rolled his neck and walked up to the wall. He placed both palms against the thick divider, and then, he did something unexpected.
There was honestly no way to describe it without sounding crude. He slid aside a partition, revealing a perfectly circular hole in the wall. I wondered what he was doing with that, but my question was quickly answered when he slid his hardened dick through the circular opening. I'd heard about glory holes before, but I'd never seen one in action. At the sight of Anthony's cock, the woman dropped to her knees in front of him and wrapped her lips around his pulsing penis. I blushed and placed my fingers over my mouth. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing and didn’t understand my reaction to it.
I was anxious for Anthony. The act was oddly vulnerable. He didn’t know who or what was on the other side of the wall. I was also slightly jealous. I wondered if he picked this exhibit or if this was something...else.
"If you're going to laugh, then get the fuck out of here," William’s voice hissed. I jumped in my seat, surprised to hear him. A heavy hand rested on my shoulder as he crouched beside me. Next came so venomous a question that it practically burned. "What are you doing here?"
Shit. I was supposed to be working. I was both disgusted and embarrassed about what had happened with Hale. I ran away to put some space between us, but then I ended up going down the rabbit hole of Eden's Place. This club was intense and detailed. The way they set it up gave every desire a voice. What started as wanting to escape Hale turned into an exploration.
Instead of answering him, I asked a question of my own. I didn’t care that Anthony had his own kinks. I wanted to know who hurt him. "What happened to Anthony?" Those scars on his back were abusive and cruel in nature.
"Come on," William said while nodding down the hall and away from Anthony’s cage. I stood up just as another woman entered the showroom. And another woman. All of them lined up. Naked, glistening with sweat, and lust heavy in their eyes. All of them were prepared to drop to their knees and pleasure Anthony. Would he know the difference between each woman? Did it matter to him? Were they just faceless pleasure for him to get off to? "Miss Cross?" William called once more. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the scene. It was sexual but also...sad. Anthony was all alone, standing there, his head tossed back and eyes squeezed shut. Like getting off was somehow painful to him.
Seeing the growing crowd on the other side of the partition made it look like an art exhibit more than anything. Anthony was reduced to only his cock. They didn’t know the man behind the wall. They didn’t know the scars on his skin.
And likewise, he didn’t know them.
Tears filled my eyes as I watched him. His palms slammed against the wall. His muscles flexed. He groaned and bit his lip. Another woman dropped to her knees and started sucking him off.
William grabbed my wrist and gently pulled me up and away. "Come on," he whispered tenderly. I wasn’t expecting to be so emotional, but there was something about this that made me sick to my stomach.