![]() At least it covered the noises that I’m sure would have made my face even redder. ![]() Maybe I should be grateful for the deafening music. My heart started to flutter, a wild, winged thing. My skin burned with the knowledge of the acts that were being performed all around me. The irrefutable proof of this was the fact that after my first wide-eyed perusal of the cavernous space, I could not bring myself to lift my gaze from the floor. It didn’t matter what I thought before I stepped over the threshold, and it didn’t matter what fantasies had lived in my dreams all these years. I, Todd Hayes, did not belong here in the foremost fetish club in the city, the exclusive and infamous den of iniquity known only as The Lair. I knew it as surely as I knew my own name. The urge to turn around and just leave was a trembling mass in my gut. It was some sort of electronic trance, playing so loudly I could feel my back teeth vibrating. The question beat in my skull over and over again, in time with the thumping pulse of the music. ![]()
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