“Okay, let me try, killer,” Rowan says as he steps forward, keeping a hard grip on my hand. “My name is Rowan Michaels. Owner of LifeRight Financial. How much will it take to get in?”
The man’s eyes behind the door widen. He slams the latch shut, and then the groan of the steel sounds as he opens the door. “I know you. Your app helped me save for the down payment of my first house.”
“That’s great, man. Happy to hear it. So, if you know who I am, you must know I have a lot of money.”
“Man, I’m not supposed to let anyone in that doesn’t know the password,” he says, like it pains him to turn a billionaire away. It should. They are losing a lot of money.
Rowan grabs his wallet and grabs five one hundred dollar bills. “Is this the password?”
The man licks his lips, tempted, but still shakes his head. “I can’t, Mr. Michaels.”
“I can respect a man that stays true to his job, but how about…” Rowan grabs more hundreds out of his wallet, and I’m wondering how he can sit on the thing when it’s so fat with money. “How about you go buy your lady something special, huh? And let me and my lady in.”
I don’t even know how much money is there. I’ve never seen so many hundred-dollar bills in my entire life.
The doors widen more to let us in, and the man grabs the money and stuffs it in his pocket. “Okay, but if I lose my job over this, I’m coming to you, and you better give me one.”
“You got it. Here; take my card. If it happens, I owe you one.” Rowan walks by the bouncer—or the look-out guy? I’m not really sure what his role is, but once we are in, we are in.
“Wow,” I say, taking a look around at the beautiful drapes covering the ceiling all the way down to the floor. The lighting is dim, very dim, almost to the point where I have to squint my eyes to see what’s going on.
The drapes are surrounding a cage. Huh, interesting. I wonder if they do live shows with animals or something, maybe a circus? The music is low, with a deep rhythm and beat. It’s slow, and it makes me want to grind against Rowan.
He drags me along the outside of the cage, draped in purple from the expensive curtains coming from the wall. My brows pinched together when we don’t see an entrance anywhere until we get to the middle of the circle on the other side of the room.
There is a man standing next to a gate, and when we get close enough, he opens the gate to let us through.
“Oh, wow,” I say with a chuckle. This is not what I was expecting. The cage isn’t a cage. Those are just fences or think of them like walls. Because then they section off small areas in the circle to create rooms with just beds that are draped in silk sheets.
“Just what in the hell have you gotten us into, baby?” Rowan stops at the first bed he sees and plops down, taking me along with him.
“I wish I knew.” I look out in the middle of the circle and see a larger bed. My gears start to turn in my head as more people arrive in less clothing. I never would have thought I would be overdressed for an event, but here I am, wearing too many clothes.
“What in the world…” Rowan whispers, looking at all the people passing us by to get to the bed next to us.
Every woman that passes is wearing lingerie showing all their bits and pieces, leaving nothing to the imagination. I cover Rowan’s eyes with my hand, and the bed jiggles from his laughter. He grabs a hold of my palm and kisses it, lacing our fingers together.
“Hey there, first time here?” A guy sitting on the bed next to us says through the cage. He has thick, silver hair, bound together at his nape. He isn’t wearing a shirt.
Or pants.
And his balls are hanging very low. I look away, blushing. Is there a locker room or something where people change? There is no way that people walk around Vegas wearing cock rings and nipple tassels.
“First timers. Did the clothes give it away?” Rowan asks, casually, as if this isn’t the first time he has seen balls that low.
There are people of all shapes, sizes, and ages, but all over eighteen. The guy next to us starts rubbing his wife’s nipples.
A woman who must twenty years younger than him. Her breasts are awesome. I stare down at mine, pushing my small breasts together to try and get more cleavage. Maybe I should get a boob job.
“Don’t even think about it,” Rowan whispers in my ear, reading my mind. “I love your tits.”
It’s hard to believe him when we are surrounded by twenty other naked women and men.
“You’re going to love it. Everyone here is really accepting. The show is great, and no one judges anyone. You can watch or not watch. Glad you’re here. Have fun,” the older man nods as the lights go down. The only light in the entire room that is on, is the light above the large bed in the middle of the room that all of us surround.
“Good evening and welcome to Overlook,” the announcer says; his voice so deep, it echoes.
“Oh my god,” I cover my mouth with my hand to stifle a laugh. What are the chances of this?
“It’s named Overlook?” Rowan sits behind me, rubbing circles on my lower back as we wait to see what the announcer says.
The man is wearing an extravagant suit, one with a long tail like a magician. He has on heavy eyeliner and no shirt.
