...A shadow fell over Mark’s face when someone approached. “I’m surprised to see you here. Aren’t you too good for this?”

The deep voice startled her. She tilted her face to see a man with long blond hair, dressed in white. His beauty seemed too perfect, almost feminine.

Mark frowned, and rightly so in Amanda’s judgment. Why did the man in white feel he needed to attack?

“This isn’t about good or bad, it’s a matter of preference. You know I’m not into public sex. Hope you don’t mind us sitting at your lover’s table. Until I stepped through the door, I hadn’t realized you’d come to Beoville. Just visiting?”

His lover’s table? Who was this guy? These two evidently had history. That kind of history, if the hitch in the newcomer’s breath as his gaze devoured the detective from head to toe were to be believed.

“I haven’t decided if it’s a visit or more. I missed Wind’s company, even though he’s obsessive about you. He came here because he knew you’d settled here.”

“Just keep him away from me,” Mark said.

The handsome blond reached for Mark and hesitated. “You know you’re always welcome anywhere I am. At my table or in my bed. I’d have come to Beoville sooner if I thought you’d a change of heart and given up your prudish ways. Who’s the lovely lady?”

“She’s a shrink.”

The man laughed long and loud. “How appropriate, old friend. Since he isn’t going to introduce us, my name is Saint. I’m a very old friend. Enjoy the show. Both of you.” He winked at Amanda before he walked away, still chuckling.

Amanda stared at her hands folded in her lap. Detective Philips was bisexual. While she wasn’t a prude, she didn’t want to fall in love with someone who wouldn’t or couldn’t return the emotion in spades. Not that she was looking for love, but the strong way her body reacted to the detective worried her. When she finally raised her head, she found him watching her. When he didn’t say anything, she looked back to the stage.

Carin was on her knees as the horn-dog man with the cock ring fucked her from behind. He moved slowly and pulled at the chains on his nipples as he eased his dick in and out. Despite the stolid expression on Carin’s pretty, heart-shaped face, the overt public act gave Amanda a sexual jolt. A zing of desire made her panties wet. “Oh, my.”

“This is only the beginning.”

The tickle at the juncture of her thighs became intense. Amanda wanted to touch herself to ease it. Carin’s knees were on a cushion, as was the man with his cock in her, so both were elevated on an angle. Simon approached them, now naked as well. It unsettled Amanda to see her patient without his clothes, and she especially didn’t want to see the part of him bobbing in the air as he danced nearer to the two who were fucking. He walked up to the woman’s head and some of the crowd cheered. He ran his cock over the top of her head and, gathering her hair around his member, he fucked his hand with a handful of her black hair.

It was like watching a train wreck. Amanda didn’t want to see, but couldn’t turn away. Another naked man approached Simon with a blue tube in his hand. Simon dropped the woman’s hair and allowed the man to paint a line of cream from the head of his cock down to the base of his long, skinny dick. The man ran his hands over Simon’s cock, massaging it. The man fucking Carin reached out to touch Simon’s cock, too, and then began to hump faster.

Simon took the tube and did the same to the third man, who stood a head shorter. Simon’s face glowed as he touched the other man. This was part of him she’d not suspected. When he finished with the cream, he tossed it aside. It skittered across the stage, teetering on the edge near where she sat. Simon and his partner then walked, hand-in-hand, around the fucking couple. Simon drew close to man fucking doggy-style. When Simon put his hand on the cheeks of the man’s ass and separated his cheeks, the third man directed Simon’s cock into horn-dog’s asshole.

The crowd went wild. Several began to shed their clothes.

The man who’d guided Simon’s cock moved behind Simon and it didn’t take long before he thrust into Simon’s butt. Simon grunted loudly enough to be heard over the excited murmurings of the audience. All of them humped each other. The sound of flesh slapping flesh next to Amanda drew her attention. A man almost close enough to touch fucked his own hand while he watched the stage. She inched away her chair in case he went off in her direction.