main room. It wasn’t like any of
the clubs she’d seen with loud music and half-naked bodies gyrating on a dance
floor. Instead, she found the place pretty tame. Almost like a bar, except with
men dressed in leather and women … wearing collars.
They walked inside the foyer area and Kristin glanced
around. It seemed fairly normal. And she felt like a complete idiot dressing
the way she did. Not many people were nearby, although she could hear people
chatting down the hall to the right. Maybe the tame entrance was to lure people
in before they scared the holy shit out of them down the hall.
“What the hell is this place?” Kristin grabbed Jamie’s
arm and whispered in her ear.
“Honey, if this freaks you out, turn around and walk out the door we came in. We haven’t even
gotten to the fun room yet.”
“The fun room?”
Jamie paused. “Down that hallway,” she pointed, “are
four private rooms, a VIP lounge, and a dungeon for all to share. For you, I’d
stay away from all the private rooms. You’re new and being alone with a Dom … just
stay away from them for tonight. The VIP lounge is usually where the singles
hang out. Chat, mingle, share a few kisses and
harmless orgasms without the intensity of a scene. And well, the dungeon is for
anybody and everybody. I’d suggest you stay away from there, too. It can get
pretty hardcore.”
“How hardcore?” Kristin found herself asking.
“If there’s a Dom wanting a sub and you happen to wander
in unaccompanied, you just might find yourself strapped to a spanking horse
with your bare ass in the air.” Jamie giggled. “But then again, nobody really
complains about that since there are enough people in this club that are more
than willing to be spanked by a hot Dom. Don’t worry though. You’ll be fine.
I’m just showing you around not necessarily promoting that you do anything with
anyone.”
Kristin followed her friend down the darkened
hallways, taking in everything around her. There were a few people wearing even
less clothing than she wore. Some were collared. There were a few men talking
on a sofa in the VIP lounge with women hunched over their cocks, sucking them.
Kristin swallowed. Where the hell had Jamie taken her?
“Oh, good. I’m glad you’re here.” A woman came up to
them, speaking directly to Jamie. She was dressed in leather, though not too
revealing. She had a piercing marking both her lip and eyebrow with bright red
streaks in her dark black hair. “Kyle had an episode again. He’s struggling
tonight. Can you go check on him? He just yells at me when I ask him if he’s
okay.”
Jamie glanced toward Kristin, obviously torn. “Roxy
this is Kristin. Kristin, this is the bartender, Roxy.”
Kristin smiled timidly at the other woman. “Nice to
meet you.”
“Same here.” Roxy pointed down the hall. “I left him
in the storage room. He’s smoking a cigarette. That damn war fucked him up. Please
go check on him. We’re all worried about him, but he only talks to you.”
Jamie nodded, turning toward Kristin.
Kristin scrunched her nose. “You look like you’re
going to leave me. You’re not going to leave me, are you?”
Jamie squeezed Kristin’s shoulders. “I’m sorry. It
will only take a few minutes to check on him and get him in a cab to go home.
He probably hasn’t had enough sleep. He gets antsy when he doesn’t take care of
himself. Roxy, will you stay with Kristin? I’ll meet up with you in the VIP lounge.”
Kirstin opened her mouth to protest, but Jamie had
already headed down the hallway in search of Kyle. Roxy had obviously not heard
Jamie’s request thus didn’t agree to stay with her since Kristin had lost sight
of her in the dark room. Kristin glanced around the lounge, completely lost.
What the hell did she do now?
****
Micah entered the club on Saturday night at the back
door and nodded to a few people he knew as he walked through the dungeon. He
wasn’t in the mood for a scene, wanting