I feel uncomfortable, standing there like a Duke, lustful eyes attentive to all my nervousness. Sure, it makes me feel hot and sexy, but also self-conscious too. I feel they're mentally undressing me and it's wrong. I'm not meant to be looked at like that. I'm not a cheap product, neither am I getting auctioned off. I'm sensitive to attention and I've never known why.

“Damn, those jeans got some cocks on freeze mode,” Jamie says beside me. “You look fucking sexy... No wonder they're salivating!”

There's a trace of a smile in his tone and I can't help but wonder how he enjoys this. Why is he so excited? Everyone around us were indulged in one sexual activity or the other. He was supposed to find this disgusting!

“Now darling, let's go get a few drinks to set you up,” he pulls me towards the bar.

I try to ignore the stares due to how fidgety they made me feel. Mixed with that evident dark shade in their eyes was something much more cold and sinister.

I don't like it.

“Frankie,” Jamie winks at the bartender. “Get me the usual for me and my saintly friend here,” the man laughed, going about as he prepared our drinks.

“A glass would be okay,” I don't take strong drinks or spirits. Like everyone innocent out there, all I ever took whenever I wanted to drink was Coke or juice. Taking liquor was out of boundaries for me, that's ignoring that last time I took vodka during my freshman prom.

“This is the life,” he sets the drink before me. “A glass won't get you in cloud nine, it's just a relaxing measure. You've got to be ready to spread your legs for anyone worthy enough in here.”

“You look each inch my property,” the bartender adds with a smile that exposed a good portion of his sparkling dentition. “What's the name pretty boy,”

“If you're that horny, I suggest you suck your dick instead. Back off.”

Ouch.

His gaze dropped as he turned to attend to someone else. Dashed by guilt, I take a hasty swing from my drink and squint in pain, the burning liquid trickling down my throat. I force the tension off, relaxing and looking over my shoulders. A few men were still staring but most had gotten the hint or someone else sucked their attention away. The scenario had some classic quality to it. Maybe it was due to how upscale the bar looked.

“This feels like a whole new imagination-beating world.” I say, barely audible enough for Jamie's ears. Sure, there were a few naked people hanging around but a few of the security staff had silently requested they take their erotic activity to the back rooms.

“The main event's just started so that's why the security are getting all worked up. Later, it'll get wilder and then they can do nothing about it. So don't fret. I'll give a tour of the backroom when we're done. No one can hear our footsteps, thanks to the moaning behind doors.”

I focus on a half naked man and another totally stripped man making their way through the doors. I can imagine what must be going on in there. Sexual activity at it's peak but I was still curious about it. I wanted to witness it all. To hear the moans and groans and maybe get into a threesome.

Tough luck.

“Finish up let's go.” I turn to see Jamie sipping his whiskey delicately before standing. I take a deep gulp and fall in line beside him too. “Goodbye bartender,”

He barely heard us, thanks to the pounding music.

Jamie grabbed my hands as he pushes the doors, gently jamming it close behind us as my eyes strays to a figure leaning at the farthest end of the room. He's hard to miss.

Lean muscled, taller than me by a few metres with the greenest eyes I've ever come across. He looks like a dripping model, with the right corner of his lips curled into a neutral smile. He's close to an exit door and from his facial expression, it's clear he's ogling.

Our eyes locks and every other person or sound drones out as he holds my gaze. I'm hypnotized, his intent clear and readable that I can't pull my eyes away. My feet stays firm on the ground but the electricity...damn, I've never felt anything like that in my entire life.

“Ooh, someone new. Could he already be taken? He doesn't look like a prey,” Jamie buzzed loudly.

I shut my eyes in an attempt to break eye contact.

“Maybe,” I shrug. The thought of him with someone has the butterflies throwing a party at the pit of my guts dashed. Maybe he's here with his boyfriend... what a lucky man the chap must be to have caught this charming soul's interest. He's not the kind of guy you see everyday. Maybe once in a month but not everyday.

“Oh well, let's go!” he drags me forward. Deep down, I know quite well that I wouldn't have minded leaving a few moments earlier but now I want to stay and watch. To see how his boyfriend charms him even if it'll hurt. At least that's not possessive is it? Maybe obsessive but definitely not possessive.

Oh God, I'm losing my mind.

We sit at the farthest table, near the wall. I drop my gaze to the floor, downcast and miserable all over. What's the point of looking around? I want that man but too bad I can't have him.

“Bloody hell, he's still looking at you!” Jamie whispers loudly into my ears and I can't help but jump a little. I decide not to confirm this and just stare at my laps instead but a few minutes later, my desperation took over.

“Really? He's staring?” I say with flushed cheeks.

“Oh my fuck! This is beyond staring!! He's practically undressing you with his eyes aggressively. I believe that's what some call eye fucking? Whatever, he's feasting his eyes off you babe,”

My heart thumps in exhilaration at this piece of news and I take a deep breath to calm my nerves. The room suddenly became filled with groans and moans and as the heat rises from the stripped body all over, my body twitched too. 

I glance over Jamie's head to see a naked man on top of another well dressed man, riding his exposed deep with a toxic passion. I tried picturing the lean man having someone ride his dick and my hope crumble at this.

“I feel tired,” I feign, rubbing at my forehead, worn out. “All these heated activity — ”

“You haven't even shagged anyone, nor looked around!” Jamie glares at me.

I sigh in frustration, willing my eyes to look back to the empty space where the man had once been a moment ago. Where did he — 

Two perfectly tanned arms finds their way around my waist as I'm drawn back into a muscled chest. “Looking for me, huh?” his hot breath fans the back of my neck, sending subtle reactions to my weakening legs. “Well that's nice. I should be the only one you're permitted to look at in this room.”

“Fucking hot!” Jamie squeals.

Veined hands cup my face, causing our eyes to lock once more.

“If you came here to dance tonight, my bed's gonna be the only one you'll be dancing at.” his velvety voice complements his sordid claim on me. “The name's Alex. What's yours pretty boy?”

“E-Erik,” I mumble, hot all over but equally proud of my memory. He stroked my jaw with his thumb. “What a cute name. You're gonna be more than just my puppet, if you know what I mean.” he smirked.

“Y-yes I do,” I swallow hard, barely able to stop myself from reaching out and bringing his lips down to meet mine.

“Good boy,”