Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 127201 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 127201 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
I laugh to myself, rolling my eyes as I type out my response.
Tilly: I may or may not be planning to seduce a football player or two at a college party tonight. Maybe three. Depending on how good the first two are.
Aspen: Chloe too?
Tilly: Of course!
Aspen: Well . . . Izaac and I are going out for date night and upgrades just got completed at Vixen, so you won’t know anyone there if you’d prefer to seduce someone who actually knows how to finish the job.
My brows arch higher than they’ve ever been as I hastily sit up and gape at Chloe. Vixen is only the hottest sex club in the state and just happens to be owned by Aspen’s boyfriend, Izaac Banks. Aspen took me and Chloe to check it out on my twenty-first birthday, and my mind was blown.
I’ve never seen anything like it, and over the last fourteen months, we’ve stopped by the club a few times. It’s always incredible, not to mention super exclusive, but the fear of accidentally running into Austin there has been enough to keep me away. I couldn’t think of anything worse. Though, now that he’s dating Aspen’s best friend, Becs, he seems to have chilled on his overbearing, overprotective asshole tendencies.
“What?” Chloe questions, holding up the wax applicator mid-air. “Why do you suddenly look constipated?”
“You wanna bail on bullshit college parties and hit up Vixen instead?”
A wicked grin stretches across her face, and I don’t bother waiting for her response before I reply to Aspen’s text.
Tilly: Fuck yeah! We’re in!
Aspen: I’ll put you on the VIP list.
Just thinking of the dark descent into Vixen’s VIP area causes a wave of excitement to burst through my chest. There’s nothing I love more than getting to experience Vixen, but putting as much space as possible between me and anyone on campus who may have seen me waxing Monica and Rachel is a close second.
Vixen is sexy and intriguing, and every time I’ve been, it’s always different from the time before. The women are gorgeous, but the men . . . I don’t know what it is that drives me crazy. There’s something so alluring about them. They seem exotic, like caged animals desperate for a taste, desperate to please, and boy do they ever!
Outside of the club, they’re the elite of the elite. The rich and famous. CEOs and businessmen that girls like me have no business being around. Yet inside the walls of Vixen, they look at me like I’m a diamond among thieves. Wanted. Adored. Desired.
There’s nothing quite like it.
2
TILLY
My short black skirt barely skims the bottom of my ass as Chloe and I walk up the narrow alleyway to the main entrance of Vixen. Excitement fills my veins, pulsing rapidly through my body.
I love coming here. It’s always an incredible night, but after the day I’ve had, I could use a night of wild raunchiness more than ever. And if I’m perfectly honest, wild raunchiness is my favorite thing in the world.
What can I say? I like sex. And a lot of it.
Chloe is a little more reserved, on the tamer side some would say. She likes to be dicked down just as much as the next girl, but she generally likes to keep it classy. On the other hand, if someone offered me the guarantee of a good time in a parking lot, count me in. I’m a balls to the wall kind of girl as long as there are no prying eyes around. Despite my unfortunate live video this morning, I’m not a fan of putting on a show. Unless the circumstances are right, and at Vixen, the circumstances are always right.
Reaching the entrance, my gaze sails over the neon signage above the industrial door. To anyone who happened by this door by accident, they would assume this is the back exit of a sleazy nightclub, but for those in on the secret, it’s the main entrance to a night of pure ecstasy.
We push through the door into a dimly lit hallway and hear the subtle bass of the music coming from deeper within the club. Chloe loops her arm through mine, shuffling a bit closer as our strides quickly eat up the distance of the hallway.
“Oh God. Why do I feel so nervous?” Chloe murmurs next to me, but the excitement in her eyes suggests it’s a good type of nervousness.
I side-eye her, studying the enthusiastic bounce in her step and the way she worries her bottom lip. My gaze narrows, and even in this dimly lit hallway, I’m able to read her so clearly. “Don’t tell me you’re actually going to participate tonight?”
Her grin widens, and I do what I can not to squeal out loud. “I mean . . . maybe,” she admits, her cheeks filling with a rosy glow. “We’ll see. You know I usually prefer to just watch,” she tells me, being the queen of behind closed doors. “But I don’t know. I’m feeling a little adventurous tonight.”