The private room was dimly lit, with just enough neon glow bleeding through the cracks to keep things from being pitch black. Tara stepped inside with Rick, her face calm, almost detached, as she let him lead the way. Rick wasted no time. His hands were already sliding up her waist, his lips crashing into hers with a hunger that was just a little too eager. She leaned into it, a smirk hidden in the kiss as he fumbled to undo his belt, the sound of metal clinking filling the space.
As his pants hit the floor, Tara stepped back, crossing her arms with a sly smile. "Hold up, cowboy. I can do a blowjob, handjob, thigh, breast—whatever gets you off, but if you want the full experience, that'll cost extra." She tilted her head, watching his reaction.
Rick laughed, his voice low and gravelly. "Didn't I tell you already? I'd sell a whole goddamn mansion just to get a night with you."
Her smile sharpened, and she began to unbutton her top, slowly peeling it away to reveal her smooth skin and black lace bra underneath. "Yeah? So what makes me worth that kinda offer?" Her tone was light, but her eyes had a glint of something darker.
Rick's gaze devoured her as he yanked his shirt off, tossing it aside. "Everything. You're kinda perfect, babe." He stepped closer, running a hand down her back, pulling her toward him as his breathing deepened.
She chuckled softly, fingers trailing down his chest, feeling the tension coil beneath his skin. "Guess I got some kind of effect on you, huh?" she teased, letting her voice drop to a near whisper. A moment later, their clothes lay scattered around the room, and Tara straddled him on the bed, pulling a small packet from her bag with a practiced ease. The condom's foil gleamed in her mouth as she raised an eyebrow at him.
Rick grinned, reaching for her. "You ready for this?"
She nodded, slipping the packet from her lips as he took it from her, tearing it open with a familiar smirk.
In that adjacent room, Owen sat stiffly on the edge of a couch, trying to ignore the sounds filtering in from the other side of the wall. Beside him, Holly noticed his discomfort and let out a chuckle, glancing at the wall with a smirk.
"First time hearing all this?" she teased, nudging him.
Owen cleared his throat, avoiding her gaze. "Uh… yeah. It's… a lot."
Through the wall, Tara's voice rose, unmistakably taunting. "That's it, baby. You're gonna have to give me more than that!" There was a thud, then a laugh, the bed creaking as Rick gave a low groan of satisfaction.
Owen's face went a deeper shade of red, and Holly let out a hearty laugh. "Guess they're really goin' at it," she said, shaking her head. "Rick's one of those guys who likes it rough."
"Seems like it," Owen mumbled, shifting uncomfortably.
Holly watched him for a moment, an amused smile on her face. "You don't seem like the kind who usually hangs around here, y'know?"
Owen glanced at her, then shrugged. "Guess I'm… not, really."
She raised an eyebrow, curious. "Then why'd you come here tonight?"
He hesitated, looking down. "Just… needed to handle some business, that's all," he mumbled, evasively.
Holly's expression softened as she leaned in, catching his eye. "Everyone's here for business of some kind, kid. But don't think I can't tell you're feelin' kinda outta place." She glanced at the wall again as Tara's voice filtered through, louder now.
"Is that all you got, Rick?" she taunted, followed by a laugh. The sounds of movement, another breathy gasp, and a pleased groan filtered through.
Owen cringed, then let out a nervous laugh. "It's… loud."
Holly chuckled again, shaking her head. "Yeah, it's normal around here. The regulars… well, they got their thing, y'know?"
He nodded, but his mind was elsewhere, his face still burning from the sounds. The noises only grew louder, and Tara's voice rose again. "Come on, Rick, you know I need more than that!"
Holly chuckled softly, leaning in a little closer. "Sounds like they're really getting into it next door, huh?" she said, her lips curving into a grin. "Must be Rick—he's got a rep for, uh, making things intense." She tilted her head at him, a teasing glint in her eye. "Guess those sounds are getting me worked up a bit too… maybe I should satisfy you a little."
Owen tensed, his cheeks going red. "Uh, no, no, I… I'm good, really."
The moans grew louder, echoing through the wall, followed by a rhythmic thumping. Holly chuckled, shifting beside him, watching his flushed face. "They're getting rough in there… definitely Rick's style," she murmured, shaking her head with a knowing smile. "He used to be one of my regulars before all these fresh faces showed up. Guess I got old news quick."
Owen gave a hesitant smile, glancing over at her, then looking away quickly. "Well, uh… I'm glad I picked you, at least."
She gave him a warm smile, nudging him lightly. "Aw, that's sweet." She leaned closer, voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "But I gotta say, you seem a little too distracted to be in here with me."
He bit his lip, lowering his eyes. "It's… it's not that. I just… I've got a crush on someone, actually."
Her eyebrows rose in interest. "Oh, really? Someone here, huh? Who's the lucky lady?"
Owen looked down, trying to hide the redness in his face. "Lena. Her name's Lena."