The second man knelt at her feet, worshipping her clit with his tongue. He used one hand to jerk the cock of the guy kissing her. While the third man gripped her hips, fucking her from behind. The three of them moved in perfect unison, dicks erect and gleaming with precum. All of it so overtly sexual I should have turned away, except I couldn’t.
“Want to know something interesting about those four?” Nash’s big body pressed to my back, hard and warm.
I nodded, mesmerized by the orgy.
“They’re together outside of work. The four of them live together and are in a committed relationship.”
I turned big eyes on Nash. “Why on earth would they do this then?”
“Because they get off on people watching? Or ‘cause the money is really good? Probably a bit of both.”
I breathed out, my legs feeling like they might give out at any time.
Nash took my hand and led me toward a couch in a darkened corner. “Come sit down for a minute. You seem like you need a breather and another drink before we go any farther.”
I gaped at him as I sat, the black leather beneath my ass smooth and cool. “There’s more than just this one room?”
He laughed. “Yeah, Blissy girl. There’s more. But I think you probably get the idea now. Right?”
“I own a sex club. Yeah, right. I got it. Not words I ever expected to be saying, but here we are.”
He chuckled. “It doesn’t run every night, and none of this is legal. As far as the cops are aware, the Psychos bar is the only business run in this building, and all of this is storage. During the day, we make it look like just that. This takes effort and work to set up, and everybody who comes in signs a non-disclosure agreement that we take very seriously. What happens in Psychos, stays in Psychos. This place is invite only, and there’s an expensive cover charge every time we run it.”
I nodded, my head filling and then overspilling with the information. “I didn’t sign one.”
“You own the place, Bliss. If it goes down, you’re going down with it.”
I grimaced, watching Rebel sashay by, only for Nash to nab her and take two more drinks. He handed me one, and I sipped it gratefully.
“You’re not making any of this sound very appealing. Why would you put yourself at this sort of risk?”
He shook his head. “I wouldn’t. This was all Axel’s show. And I suspect that this is what got him killed.”
“You think someone from one of these parties killed him?”
He raised one shoulder, noncommittally. “I don’t know, but it’s a valid theory and one the cops can’t pursue because they don’t know about this side of the business. But there were definitely people who didn’t like Axel running this place. Or didn’t like that they were never on the invite list.”
“You don’t think it was the man who paid me a visit then?”
Nash shook his head. “No, I think that was one of Axel’s suppliers. I intend on finding out who that is, but it’s not like he kept a written record of who supplies him with the performers, as well as…all the other entertainment offered here.”
“Prostitutes?”
He shook his head. “Axel was always pretty clear on that. Everybody pays a cover charge, but nobody pays for sex. What people do in dark corners or the private rooms? That’s entirely up to them. But nobody pays for it. Drugs, on the other hand, are freely accessible and can be bought at the bar.”
“So this sex club I own is basically also a drug dealership?”
“You could put it that way.”
I let my head fall back against the couch. “This is bad, Nash!”
He bit his lip. “Look, I’m not gonna lie and say I wasn’t against all this from the beginning. But Axel was a smart businessman, despite his upbringing. This side of Psychos makes a mint, Bliss. Life-changing sorta money. The kind where you do this for a few years, and it sets you and your kids up for life.”
I shook my head. “It all sounds super simple when you put it like that. But it’s illegal.”
“It’s minimum fifty thousand profit a night.”
I gaped at him. “A night? How many nights a week does this run?”
“Depends on the month. Mostly only one night a month, but there’s been the odd occasion where we’ve done two or even three.”
“You’re telling me this place can make a hundred and fifty thousand dollars profit in a month? Only being open three nights?”
Nash nodded. “Between the cover charge, the drugs, and all the add-ons people can purchase, it’s a lot of money. We can fit a lot of people in here, and as word spreads about us, more and more people try to get on the list. The fact no one is allowed to say what happens in here makes it all the more appealing, I think. People want to find out for themselves. It’s all word-of-mouth marketing. Very underground and hush-hush. I thought Axel was crazy when he first started talking about it, but fucking hell, it works. There’s three hundred and something on the list tonight, and that’s not even capacity.” He eyed me carefully. “But it comes with risk, Bliss. Don’t get blinded by the dollar signs.”