A Shot of Sin by Eden Summers Read Free Book Online

unfamiliar flutter of butterflies in her belly, or shake the sordid thoughts in her mind. Going back to her main bar job and acting normal was going to require an Oscar-winning performance. She wouldn’t be able to look T.J., Brute or Leo in the eye again. Not without picturing them entangled in a mass orgy of beautiful people. And it pissed her off even more when her pussy began to tingle at the image.
    She usually owned her sexuality. Getting herself off wasn’t something she was embarrassed about. She had toys, watched porn and had the occasional one-night stand. But this…a sex club, was way beyond her depths. Travis was right. Going home early was the best option.
    And what the hell was on the vanity? She straightened and made her way to the basin, ignoring her reflection in the mirror. Along the ceramic counter stood a myriad of deodorant bottles, all different brands placed neatly in a line. Beside them were bath towels, plush and dark with some already discarded in the thick wicker basket beside the vanity. In front of the towels was a laminated list of rules taped to the counter. Her management trio really had thought of everything. The page listed privacy requirements, the need for regular STD checks, instructions on washing after every play session, right down to the necessity to place condoms on sex toys before use.
    Shay groaned, reaffirmed in her decision to leave. Her brain was fried, and every compiling aspect made her overreact. She turned, about to flee, when the door swooshed open and the attractive blonde from the bed walked in.
    “Are you all right?” the woman asked, standing before Shay with a whole heap of exposed tits and pussy.
    With no control to stop it, Shay’s gaze raked the woman’s body, over the hardened nipples, the glint of jewelry in her navel, the crevices of bare vagina, to the smooth thighs and finally her dark painted toe nails.
    Awkward. Stare at those toes. Do not take your focus away from those fucking toes.
    “Umm.” Shay cleared her throat. “I’m fine.”
    “Do you mind handing me a towel?”
    Shay was thankful for the excuse to turn her back, and gave the woman what she wanted.
    “Is that better?”
    Shay raised her gaze to the woman now covered in the large towel, feeling a slight reprieve to the massive case of holy-fuck-get-me-out-of-here. “Thanks,” she murmured, ignoring the heat climbing up her neck.
    “Now tell me what’s really wrong.”
    Shay frowned.
    “Come on.” The woman strolled past her and jumped up to sit on the vanity counter. “Spill. You look like you’re caught between disgust and shock.”
    Ouch. “Is it that obvious?”
    The woman nodded. “Kinda. I’ve been around the club for a while. I’ve seen a lot of virgins walk through the doors.”
    “Oh, I’m no virgin.” Shay shook her head. The situation continued to worsen. Not only was her distaste evident, but she was acting so childish people thought she was pure.
    “Sex-club virgin, honey.” She chuckled. “It’s nothing to worry about. You just look out of place.”
    The clarification didn’t help. “I don’t think I’m cut out for this type of scene. Even as a working environment.”
    “Why are you apprehensive?”
    Shay didn’t know where to start. The list in her mind seemed a mile long and it was all exacerbated because the man she liked was a participant and the owner. “It’s…so…” She shrugged. She didn’t know this woman, and she certainly didn’t want to offend her any more than she probably already had.
    “Would it help if I told you why I come here?”
    The woman focused on Shay with genuine concern, like they were best friends trying to get through a challenging situation. There was no reason for it, but Shay felt a slight connection to the woman’s sincerity. Maybe it was because she wanted to cling to the only person who didn’t currently have exposed assets.
    “I guess.”
    “I’m single.” The woman grinned, as if her status was a badge