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ENTICE
Dark Odyssey Club Fantasies Book 1
KHARDINE GRAY
FAITH SUMMERS
CONTENTS
Entice
Dark Romance Note
Author Note
Faith Summers Collection
Welcome to The Dark Odyssey.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Epilogue
Acknowledgments
About the Author
Dark Odyssey Club Fantasies
Book 1
USA Today Bestselling Author
Khardine Gray
Writing As
Faith Summers
DARK ROMANCE NOTE
WARNING: This book is a standalone DARK ROMANCE. This book contains scenes that may be triggering to some readers and should be read by those only 18+ or older. **
AUTHOR NOTE
Please note: Faith Summers is the Dark Romance pen name of USA Today Bestselling Author Khardine Gray
FAITH SUMMERS COLLECTION
Dark Odyssey
Tease Me
Taunt Me
Thrill Me
Tempt Me
Take Me
Original Sins
Dark Odyssey Fantasies
Entice
Tease
Play
Tempt
Theirs
Copyright © 2020 by Khardine Gray Please note: Faith Summers is the Dark Romance pen name of USA Today Bestselling Author Khardine Gray
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The following story contains mature themes, strong language, and sexual situations.
It is intended for mature readers. All characters are 18+ years of age, and all sexual acts are consensual.
WELCOME TO THE DARK ODYSSEY.
We hope you enjoy our masquerade parties.
Our aim is to connect you with your wildest fantasies.
To thrill and excite you all at once in a place where you can just be you.
When the masks go on and the lights go out, you decide what happens next.
CHAPTER ONE
GISELLE
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Sexy, confident, daring…
That is what I will be tonight.
I’m going to be this sexy, confident woman and leave the me of the past behind.
Tonight, I will be wild and daring.
Not Miss Goodie-Two-shoes Giselle St. John, who spends her life buried in law books.
It’s my birthday, and this is the new me. I look like a million dollars and feel like a new woman doing something different and unknown.
Tonight is about me, and I’m living it, especially with the big day that awaits me tomorrow as I start my new job as a junior associate at Tanners.
What is the point of being en route to a successful legal career if you have no life?
Or, if you’re me, watching your ex-boyfriend inform the world how badly I sucked the life out of him, and he is enjoying his newfound happiness with his host of Victoria’s Secret models because he kicked his boring-as-shit ex-girlfriend, aka me, to the curb.
That is how Kirk described me on national TV days ago for all to hear.
Bastard.
I wish someone could have told me years ago to stay away from him. It would have saved me years of stress and the heartache of a bad breakup because yes, he did indeed kick me to the curb.
I do wish, though, he could see me tonight.
I may be nervous as hell dressed in a violet baby doll negligee under a matching silk robe and heels to match, but I’d gladly inform his ass I’m anything but boring and I don’t drain the life out of people. I know how to have fun, and I can be wild.
That’s why I’m here tonight, at The Dark Odyssey, a sex club.
I’m here with Rachel and Jia, my two best friends, who often frequent the place. We’re third in the line to get our masks for the masquerade-themed lingerie parties they hold here every night. The two are dressed alike in blood red slips with sheer netted robes.
Rachel turns to me and giggles, tucking a lock of her dark hair behind her ear. Of the three of us, she’s the wildest. I’ve known her since I was five, and I swear my first lesson on sex was taught by her. Over the years, she’s kept up to date on everything, so this is the norm for her.
“Can you look a little less stiff?” she says to me and shakes her head.
Jia gives me a smile. “Yes, dear, it’s not you who’s supposed to be stiff. Save that for your guy.”
They both start laughing.
Rachel leans into me and gives me a pointed stare. “You always get this stiff look on your face when you’re thinking about Kirk. Tonight is about leaving all the shit outside.”
She points at the doors a couple has just walked through. You can tell they’re VIP because they walk on ahead past the line and carry on down the corridor, strolling along like they come here on the regular.
I return my attention to Rachel and nod. She’s right. I’m leaving the shit outside. All of it.
“Believe me, I am,” I say, looking from her to Jia. “There’s no shit on my mind. I’m just nervous… but it’s the excited kind.”
I groan inwardly when they exchange disbelieving glances, confirming my suspicion since Rachel came up with the idea to come here. Pure and simple, she didn’t expect me to say yes.
They’re both excited for me to join them in the wildness they usually get up to, but they’re expecting me to flake out, freak, then leave.
The shit with Kirk happened days ago, not only embarrassing me but crushing me because it felt like the last blow. When I declared I wanted to go wild for my birthday and bring in my twenty-sixth year doing something different, she didn’t expect me to agree to a wild adventure at The Dark Odyssey.
I did, though, much to their shock, which is how we ended up here.
“Well, just know there’s nothing to be nervous of,” says Jia, the girl who’s been coming here since she was eighteen even though you have to be twenty-one to get in. “It’s fantasy and adventure.”
“Yes, but if it gets too much… we’ll understand if you leave,” Rachel imparts with a crude accusatory look that’s telling me she’s thinking back to when I left her cousin’s bachelorette party because there were too many strippers.
I felt it was disrespectful to Kirk to have some guy up in my face with his cock hanging out wanting to show me a good time.
They thought I was being too good. Turns out they were right. That was the first time I thought Kirk cheated on me, although I had no real proof.
“I’m not leaving,” I tell them with a nod of my head and a lift in my shoulders that makes my long brown hair drift around my elbows.
“You sure?” Rachel quirks a brow.
“Yes,” I answer with more insistence, and again they look at each other.
“Okay, Giselle… it’ll be good if you stay. I think you’ll find it different, and you may surprise yourself.”
“I’ll be fine.” I smile because it’s all I can do.
To be honest, I’m just thinking this is the wildest thing I’ve ever done, and I have no other thoughts past that. Except the fact that I’m still wound up about all the negative things Kirk said about me. As if it wasn’t hard enough to move on from a three-year relationship and the fact that he’s the only man I’ve ever been with. After being broken up for the last six months, his words were like salt on a reopened wound that had been healing.
We get to the head of the line, and the receptionist greets us. She’s beautiful with bright auburn hair and large green eyes.
“Welcome to the Dark Odyssey, ladies,” she beams. “Are you here by yourselves looking for an adventure, or are you meeting someone?”
“We’re here for an adventure,” Rachel answers for the three of us, and the receptionist smiles.
“Fantastic, here are your mas ks and bags,” she says and hands us each a black mask and a little sheer bag that reminds me of the sort you’d get at a wedding with a party favor. It’s smaller, though, with a silver coin inside.
She sees me looking at mine and smiles wider.
“The coin is to give to the person you want to spend the night with or have an adventure with.”
“I would just give it to them?” I ask. I can’t imagine it. What would I do? Just walk up to a guy and hand him the coin?
I’m going for this wild thing, but this borders more on bravery.
She nods, and Rachel and Jia giggle.
“It cuts out the worry of shyness. People know what the coin means, so if you meet someone and you gel, then you take it from there.” She makes it sound so easy. Maybe it is.
“Thank you,” I answer.
“Have fun.” She laughs, and Rachel links her arm with mine, pulling me along.
“It will be great,” Rachel muses as we hand over our jackets at the coat check.
We keep our mini purses holding our phones, put our masks on, and the three of us walk down the marble floor corridor leading down to a huge set of doors.
The doors open automatically for us, and we head inside, stepping straight onto the dance floor, enveloped by the vibrant club mix, the multicolor strobe lights, and the people dancing.
Just like a normal club, there are bouncers at the door. Hunky-looking guards who look like they were pulled from the set of a film.
Fascination is the first thing to take me because everyone is wearing masquerade masks of all types and description, and the majority of women are dressed in lingerie. It looks more like an erotic carnival, and the way the place is artfully decorated alone is enough to suck you in.
The beauty becomes more apparent as we walk further into the clash of bodies having a great time.
The multiple levels with baroque balconies attached to it are stunning. A bar, heaving with people, is ahead of us on the dance floor. Exotic dancers, some topless, are stationed on podiums on either side of the bar, and they too are dressed in lingerie with masks.
What takes my breath away, however, is the gold ceiling that seems endless. It all really does have a Venetian, European, feel to it. Many years ago, my dad took me to Venice, and I loved it. This feels like standing in one of the theaters.
I was about to continue the comparison, but before I can even bring my eyes down, I see the first thing to truly shock me.
There are naked acrobats on aerial hoops having sex. Like, actual sex, and in the air.
I have to squint and crane my neck because I’m not sure if what I’m seeing is real.
But it is, and it’s not just one couple. The aerial hoop is connected to some rotating device attached to the ceiling, and as that couple floats away into the darkness, another comes into view in a different sexual position where the guy has the woman hooked around his waist. The man’s legs seem to be the only thing holding them up.
They float by, and my eyes move down only to freeze again at the scene before me.
It makes me stop mid track, and my lips part.
I don’t know how I didn’t see it before, but along the sidelines of the dance floor are cubicles and alcoves with padded leather sofas. Inside the cubicles are people having sex.
They seriously are… and just like that too, with everyone watching.
Of course, I knew I’d see people having sex. It’s a sex club. I just didn’t think it would be as… well, like this… not what I’m looking at.
Across from me is a woman with not just one but three guys. She’s straddling guy number one while he pounds into her pussy, while guy number two pounds into her ass. Guy number three feeds her his cock. While the scene reminds me of something from a very wild porno, I can’t look away.
I want to. I feel like I should, but I’m so intrigued and… aroused, that I can't.
I’ve heard things about The Dark Odyssey. I knew it was wild and unreal, but damn, this is sinfully wild.
Sinfully?
I don’t know if simply describing the scene before me as sinful is enough.
A hand tugging on my elbow pulls me from my thoughts. It’s Rachel. She looks at the scene too and smiles.
She leans in and says, “It’s normal.”
The music is loud, but I heard her, and I’m shocked. But I guess I would be if I’d only ever been with one guy and was of the part of the population who thinks sex is reserved for the bedroom.
“Come on,” she says, pulling me away from the scene as the music changes to something more upbeat.
The crowd goes wild and again, and I’m immersed in the electric vibe of the place.
We start dancing, and I actually lose myself in the music. I’m so lost that I don’t feel the weight of eyes on me until the song nearly ends.
It may be crazy to think someone could watch me in a crowd like this, but the intensity of the gaze is so strong that I turn around and find myself looking up at a man on the first-floor balcony who’s definitely watching me.
Our eyes lock, and he makes a point of scanning my body. As he does, heat curls through me.
Although he’s wearing a black mask that covers half his face, I can see he’s gorgeous. His presence oozes wild sexual confidence, and the black button-down shirt he’s wearing does a good job of showing off his wide, powerful, muscular shoulders. I can just make out a pair of black slacks too. The balcony covers the rest of him.
He has longish hair with the sides tapered, and although he’s definitely a good thirty feet away from me, I can see the sharp structure of his exposed cheekbone and a light of interest in his eyes directed at me.
Aware that I’m staring, I turn away, back to Rachel, who’s noticed I was looking at him.
Again, she leans in. “Confident, sexy, and daring. Remember?” She giggles, reminding me of my mantra of affirmation, and twirls around.
I laugh when a guy slips his arm around her and the two start dancing. To my left is Jia, and she too has found a guy.
None of this surprises me because this is something that always happens whenever we go out. No matter where we are. These two are the female versions of playboys. They like to play hard and believe life is for living it up.
I continue dancing but soon become lost; I don’t even get to be the fifth wheel. Things seem to happen faster here.
When a guy with a gold mask starts dancing with me, that sensation of being watched returns.
The guy seems handsome enough from what I can see outside of his mask to catch my interest, but I lose him when I look over my shoulder, back to where I was previously staring. My mystery guy isn’t where he was before. I can’t see him anywhere, but I can feel him watching me.
It’s so strange, or maybe it’s me who feels strange.
The music changes again to something sensual and slow. Since I’m not paired up with anyone, I head to the bar.
A cute bartender with blond dreadlocks gives me a smile when I approach.
“Hi,” I say.
“Wow,” he replies, scanning my face. I guess I should be happy he’s looking at my face and not my breasts, which I’m showing more of than usual. “What can I get you?”
“Just some water, please.” I know that’s not sexy, confident, or daring, but I’m a lightweight, and the last thing I want to do is get drunk at a place like this where I’m completely out of my element.
“Water?” He raises his brows. “Can’t I at least get you some fruit punch? If I mix the fruit, it will make me look more creative. I’ll feel like I’m doing something.”
I chuckle. “Okay, I’ll have fruit punch.”
He tips his head and sets off to make my drink.
