s*x Education

Chapter 1

With heat gathered between my thighs, I teetered nervously from foot to foot in front of two muscular bouncers, dressed in all black suits, and chewed on the inside of my cheek. I shouldn’t be here, but I had no other choice.

“Membership card,” the bouncer with gold brass knuckles said.

“I, um …” I gulped. “Don’t have one. I’m here to sign up for the class.”

They peered at each other for a moment, then unhooked a maroon velvet rope barrier for me to pass. “Drop your coat off at the check-in and find your way down the hallway to the left to be received.”

“Th-thanks,” I stuttered. Heart pounding, I smiled softly and walked past the rope and through the double doors into Radiant, a b**m s*x club nestled in the heart of Pittsburgh that catered to the upper class.

Only problem was that I was a virgin with zero experience in s*x and way too poor to afford any type of membership to this place. But Radiant was infamous for hosting proper s*x Education classes that not only taught how to do it, but also the mannerisms behind it all.

how Vanilla drifted through my nose, and I peered past the coatroom and into the club, eyes widening when I spotted a bunch of naked women dancing around shiny stripper poles while onlookers watched from black suede couches.

“Your coat, miss,” a woman said.

I shrugged off my jacket and handed it to her. She glanced down at my oversize baby-blue sweater with red mushrooms on it and a pair of leggings that might’ve had a hole near my inner thigh.

Why had I come here again?! I didn’t fit in at all.

After grimacing, she placed my belongings in the back and pointed down the hallway to the left. With my arms crossed, I walked down the hallway and tried not to look into the glass rooms where men and women bound each other up.

not Did they … know that these were glass walls and that anyone could look right in?

As the man plunged into the woman from behind, he grasped her hips and looked directly at me, a smirk crawling across his handsome face. I inhaled sharply. More heat grew between my thighs, my panties already soaked.

Scurrying along down the hallway, I desperately tried to gather my thoughts. The hallway opened up into a larger bar area. I stopped at the entrance and nervously glanced around, not sure where to go. Was I supposed to be in an office? Did the classes start tonight in those glass rooms and I was just late?

God, I hoped not. I couldn’t imagine doing something like that in front of other people.

that I glanced toward the bar and spotted a handsome older man with streaks of salt in his dark hair. He leaned against the counter next to two others with a drink in his hand and his devilish eyes fixed on me.

When he pushed himself off the bar, I wanted to look away, but I was fixed to the spot. Dressed in navy suit pants and a blue dress shirt with its sleeves rolled up his muscular forearms, he smirked and stopped in front of me.

“Can I help you?” he asked, his voice deep and British.

“I, um …” I whispered, the accent flustering me. “Maybe? I’m looking for the offices.”

“The offices?”

My cheeks flushed, and I averted my gaze. “To sign up for a class. There was …” Somehow, my cheeks burned even hotter. “There was an advertisement online about a s*x Education course that this club hosted. But, um … maybe I’m just in the wrong p-place.”

“God, you’re f*****g adorable.”

I snapped my eyes up to meet his.

D-did he just …

D-did he just …No. No, I am hearing things. This music is way too loud.

No. No, I am hearing things. This music is way too loud.“What?” I asked for clarification because if I didn’t, my dumbass would nod along and get myself into a situation that I really, really didn’t want to be in, like I had with Luke. I’d learned my lesson that night.

He leaned down and brushed some hair behind my shoulder, his lips dangerously close to my ear. “Which class are you interested in?” he asked, his voice smooth, soft almost, which made my n*****s ache.

soft Get ahold of yourself, Sierra.

Get ahold of yourself, Sierra.But everyone around us was kissing, grinding against each other, or f*****g in the middle of the club. And I couldn’t keep my damn head straight anymore. This was better than any p**n I had ever watched.

“Th-the beginner course.”

He dropped his hand to my waist, his touch respectful—though I wished it were anything but.

“The what?” he hummed.

I gently placed my hand on his muscular shoulder and stood on my tiptoes to reach his ear. “The beginner course,” I said, desperately trying to control myself. But his body heat was making this room unbearable. “I’m supposed to see Michelle to sign up.”

My mouth dried. God, he was the most attractive man I had ever seen.

I looked away so I wouldn’t blush again and to push all this hotness out of my mind. He was way out of my league and looked like a regular at this club. And if he was a regular, why would he even want to be with me, Miss Clueless?

was “Are you taking the class for a reason?”

“My … friend said that I should.”

“Your friend?”

“My ex-boyfriend,” I whispered, loathing the thought of how he had made me feel that last time I was with him.

Technically, we hadn’t officially broken up, but he’d completely ghosted me after pressuring me into giving him a blow job, which he called, “The worst blow of my life.”

“Ah, there it is.” He chuckled, the sound doing something to me. “Always the boyfriend.”

“No, it’s me. I’m not good at any of thi—” I started but cut myself short because why the hell was I talking about my s*x life with a random stranger?! He didn’t give a s**t what I was good at or not. He was just showing me to the office.

“It’s not you,” he said. “A lot of men don’t know how to treat a woman in the bedroom.”

“Or out of it,” I murmured to myself. Stupid Luke.

Stupid Luke.After a moment, he slid his hand onto my lower back and guided me through the crowd. Women threw me dirty looks, looking me up and down like I was trash. And I mean, I was definitely dressed that way. I didn’t have money like these people.

We walked to a set of stairs that led to a second floor, where it was a bit quieter and I could hear my thoughts.

“Interesting choice of clothes for a s*x club,” he noted once we made it through the crowd.

“Oh,” I whispered, cheeks flushing. Apparently, they were perpetually pink now. “I just came from my classes at college. I didn’t have much time to change. I mean, I could’ve gone home to change, but I don’t like staying out too late by myself, and, um … now, I’m oversharing.”

I giggled nervously and played with the end of my sleeve.

Damn, why am I so awkward?!

Damn, why am I so awkward?!We walked down another hallway filled with more of those glass rooms, but the people inside these were … doing even raunchier things with whips, weapons, masks, and more. I widened my eyes and peered up at him, catching him watching me.

“Do you like it?” he asked.

“What?”

“Knife play.”

“Kn-knife play,” I repeated because I feared that I hadn’t heard him correctly. When he nodded, I swallowed hard and glanced back into the room. “I don’t know what that is. I-I barely know how to give someone a blow job.” The words tumbled out of my mouth before I could stop them. I slapped a hand over my mouth and stared up in horror at the gorgeous man in front of me, feeling so embarrassed that I couldn’t even give oral correctly.

But also that I’d just admitted it out loud!

“There’s no reason to be embarrassed about that, Miss …”

“Monroe. Sierra Monroe.”

“Well, Sierra”—he stopped in front of a door and extended his hand—“I’ll make sure we fix that during class. I’m Steven Patton. Your new professor.”