“Do you like what you see?” Raj asked breathlessly, her body still humming with pleasure. She reached out and undid his belt. “That’s the perk of this room. You can watch other people. This is the back of the club, so a lot of couples choose this spot right in front of the mirror. You’d be amazed at what I’ve watched. It’s surprisingly easy to see, considering the lighting.”

She unzipped him and pulled out one hell of an impressive erection. Whoever had started the rumor that Indian men lacked in size had obviously never slept with one, especially a Singh. Ajay continued to watch the couple kiss and dance against the window as Raj stroked him from root to tip. Her crimson fingernails traced over his balls, then she cupped him at the base before she took him into her mouth.

Ajay grunted, then sweetly, carefully, brushed her hair off her face. “Look at me when you suck my dick,” he said gruffly.

The bluntness of his words was like an aphrodisiac to her. She moaned as she licked him, gently massaging his balls at the same time. She felt him shudder and reveled in the power she possessed.

She began touching herself, excited that she was giving him the same pleasure that he’d given her. To her surprise, she felt another orgasm burning inside of her. She coaxed it with quick fingers against her clit.

“Soni, the show is about to get interesting,” he said with clipped, breathless words. “I’d hate for you to miss it.” She pulled back and looked over her shoulder at the window. The girl was now facing the glass, her palms and forehead pressed against the two-way mirror. Her blond hair billowed around her shoulders, and her expression was that of lust. The man had one hand down the front of her miniscule skirt, a move only visible to the mirror. The rest of the crowd pulsed and danced around them without a clue as to what was happening.

“She looks beautiful,” Raj said.

“You’ll come when she does.”

“Excuse me?”

Ajay pulled her to her feet, then turned her to face the mirror. The couple on the other side were moving their hips and one pink nipple popped out from the woman’s top.

“Do you like what you see?” Raj asked. “Does her nakedness arouse you?”

“No.” He pushed the straps of Raj’s dress off her shoulders until the fabric pooled at her feet. She was all but naked except for her excellent shoes.

“This is what I like to see,” Ajay said. “This is what arouses me. This is what has me jacking off every night, fisting my cock.”