The Pleasure Zone(63)

Curiosity pushed Nairobia to ask, “So you are fine with sleeping with married men, no? You do know most of the club’s members are indeed married or—like yourself—happily involved.”

Persia uncrossed her legs, shifted in her seat, then crossed them again; right over left this time. “I’m not looking to disrupt anyone’s home situation. And I’m not looking for anyone to try and disrupt mine. At the end of the day, when it’s all said and done, I’m going home to my man. Satiated and completely satisfied.

“So to answer your question, I am more than fine sharing another woman’s man. Man sharing is nothing new for me. In fact, my sisters and I used to…” She paused, shaking her head. “Oh, never mind. Let me not go there.”

Nairobia’s brow raised, her eyes flashing in curiosity. “Please, my darling. Do tell.”

“Well, simply put, my sisters and I used to share men…”

Nairobia’s lips curled. “As in dating the same man?”

Persia shook her head. “No. We never dated any of them. We sexed them.”

Nairobia licked her lips. “Man swapping?”

Persia nodded. “Yes. Threesomes, foursomes—mostly threesomes, though, since one of my sisters usually preferred to watch while she masturbated.”

Nairobia’s mouth watered. “Mmm. Sounds decadent.”

“It was.” She reached inside her purse, and pulled out her checkbook. She giggled. “I have a confession. Anytime my sisters and I were sexing a man, we’d always use aliases. I was—well, I still am—Pain. And my two sisters were Passion and Pleasure. Pleasure, well my sister, chose her name after you. You inspired her. You inspired all of us. We used to watch your movies.”

Nairobia smiled, touched. “I’m so glad to know I was able to touch the three of you in some way. I want to empower women to never be ashamed of their sexualities. To be comfortable in being their own freaky sexual selves.”

“Oh, you’ve definitely done that. The three of us shared a very unique bond.”

“To say the least,” Nairobia agreed, watching as Persia wrote a check out for another five grand. When she was done, she slid Nairobia the check across the desk.

“My mouth is already salivating at all the nasty things I’ll be able to explore with access to the lower level.”

Nairobia’s lips curled upward. “Indulge your desires, my darling. This is what we are here for.” Check in hand, Nairobia stood to her feet. “Give me one sec, my darling.” She walked around her desk and over to a wood panel. She punched in a code, then pressed her palm up to another security pad. She walked inside. Moments later, shutting the panel behind her, she returned with a new membership card.

“Here you are, my love.”

Persia stood, taking the coveted gold card in her hand.

“Are you wet with desire, my love?” Nairobia wanted to know.

Persia’s eyes flickered. “I’m always wet.”

Nairobia smiled walking her to the door, then following her down the hall. “It was a pleasure…” She paused, suddenly remembering Pasha telling her about a cousin who shared men with her sisters, and was a member at the club.

So this was she?

She decided not to mention that she knew Pasha. If she wasn’t going to make mention of it, then neither was she. It wasn’t important for her to know.

They reached the sliding glass doors.

“It was a pleasure seeing you again,” Persia said, extending her hand.

Nairobia shook her hand. “Likewise, my darling. Will you be using your card tonight?”

“No, God. My fiancé and I have plans tonight. But if I can get away tomorrow night, I’ll be here. Latex and all.”

Nairobia placed her hand up to the security panel, and the doors hissed open. They walked out together. And just as they were rounding the corner, they bumped smack into Lamar.

“Oh my bad.” He looked at Persia. Then Nairobia. Then back at Persia. “What’s good?”

Persia smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “Hi.”

Although she didn’t know him personally, and didn’t have a problem with him knowing that she was a club member, it still felt awkward knowing he’d seen her in action on stage several weeks back.

Nairobia noticed the look between the two. “Is everything all right?”

“Yes, of course,” she simply said.

“I used to work for her cousin,” Lamar said evenly. He glanced at Persia. “Tell Pash I said what’s up.”

“I sure will,” Persia said, eyeing him.

He brought his attention to Nairobia. “I’ll be up on the fifth floor if you need me.”