Chapter 6

The air in the private VIP room was thick, heavy with the scent of stale beer, cheap perfume, and the electric hum of the arcade machines buzzing just beyond the frosted glass doors. Outside, the muffled thump of the disco beat pulsed through the walls like a second heartbeat, a rhythmic reminder of the world we’d left behind, but in here, it was just us. The disco ball, cracked slightly at the top, cast jagged shards of mirrored light across the velvet couch and the scattered arcade tokens littering the floor. I had pushed aside the pile of worn velvet cushions, creating a messy, inviting nest right in the center, and now I was sinking into it, my legs trembling from the hour of skating, the muscles in my thighs still tight and sensitive. He stood above me, a towering silhouette against the flashing neon lights of the Pac-Man cabinet nearby, his chest heaving slightly as he caught his breath. He had peeled off his shirt, leaving him in just his dark jeans and suspenders, the fabric strained over the impressive, heavy weight of his cock that had been throbbing against my hip for the last ten minutes. I watched,