“Harder…” Scarlett moaned. “Ahhh, good…”
Three naked men in their early and mid-twenties were serving her a sensual massage. One was on her feet, one her upper back, while another was on her mid-back while in her birth suit.
“Right there, yes, yes, ahhhh….”
Her sensuous moaning and sounding so explicit directions made the man watching in the other room, Voltaire, feel uncomfortably aroused.
He wondered why he was ushered here in this room as soon as he entered the club. He just thought maybe Dandelion still needed booze coming here. He was not able to check thoroughly what kind of club is this. And he wasn’t able to look around as a man who introduced himself as the manager welcomed him and courteously asked to follow him—leading Voltaire to a private room. He was asked to sit facing
