Trent nodded. “Staff, uniforms, and do we want the new Kinks to have the same BDSM atmosphere or do we go with something entirely different?” Trent shoved a hand through his hair. “This is big.”
“No shit,” Mac said, as a slight smile appeared. “But I like it. Kinks Two . . . sort of has a nice ring to it,” Mac replied.
They spent the rest of the afternoon making plans. When they got ready to leave, Mac asked, “Okay, before we end this meeting, we’re for sure doing this, right?”
Trent sent up his agreement. “I’m in.”
Mac nodded. “Great, I’ll contact the Realtor abou
t the property and we’ll go from there.”
“Good deal,” Trent said as he stood. “Now, I’ve got a sexy, naked woman in my bed. Later.”
“Use protection,” Mac called out just as Trent reached the door.
“Always do, Dad,” Trent shot back. “Always do.”
Mac chuckled, feeling better than he had in months. Excitement about the new club sizzled through his bloodstream, and he was more than ready to get the ball rolling. Hell, the day he’d quit the lawyering gig was the best day of his life.
The week flew by and Friday night came way too fast for Crystal’s peace of mind. Now, as she stood reading through the rules and regulations at Kinks nightclub, and then signed on the dotted line, she had to wonder what had possessed her to say yes to Mollie in the first place. When her friend escorted her to the Great Room, which consisted of a large, comfortable sitting area and several high, round tables and stools along the outer edge of the room, Crystal tried not to go all bug-eyed. But who could blame her? There were couples kissing and fondling each other. Out in the open. It was as embarrassing as it was arousing to her.
A pair of redheaded women seated on the floor next to an overstuffed chair caught her attention. They each had a leather collar around their necks with a metal ring in the front, which attached to a leash. The man holding the pair of leashes seemed big and scary, but when he gazed down at both women with affection, Crystal was taken aback. He said something to one of them, who then immediately started to kiss the other woman. The man petted her and continued to carry on a conversation as if it was all so normal. Another man had his submissive seated on the floor between his thighs. Crystal’s jaw nearly dropped when she spied the woman’s fingers wrapped around his exposed cock. Crystal quickly looked away, but not before she caught the woman slowly stroke the bulbous head with her thumb. Did these club patrons realize they were in a room full of people?
Crystal’s breasts tingled and her pussy dampened. She hadn’t expected to react so quickly, but as she let her gaze sweep the room, she noticed several men watching her with desire-filled eyes. Suddenly, Crystal was grateful for the low lighting. It gave her just enough courage to keep from bolting out the door. She stayed close to Mollie as they reached one of the round tables along the edge of the room. Mollie pulled out one of the stools and sat down. Crystal followed suit.
Mollie pointed upward and Crystal’s gaze followed until she spotted another level. “What’s up there?”
“That’s what’s known as the Upper Dungeon. That’s one of the areas where members can play.”
“Dungeon? That sounds so . . . medieval.”
Mollie nodded. “It sort of is, I guess. There are suspension racks, bondage tables, even a spanking bench. Would you like to go up and see it?”
Crystal shook her head, her heart pounding too fast. “I think I’m good right here.”
“Are you having a fun birthday so far?”
She nodded. “It’s different, I’ll give you that.” She cocked her head and asked, “How did you get into this scene?”
“Alec turned me on to it.” The light in her gaze dimmed. “It hasn’t been the same since he passed away, though.”
“But you’ve dated guys who come here?”
“Yep. But nothing serious.” She shrugged. “I guess I’m not ready for serious right now.”
Just then two men strode up to Crystal and said hello. Both were gorgeous, tall, and muscular. The one on the left had black hair and silvery-blue eyes that sucked her right in. The other had lighter hair and a grin that would rock any woman’s world. The black T-shirts they wore said simply, Get Your Kink On. And they looked at her as if she were a shiny new toy. Oh wow.
The one with the sinful smile asked, “Are you new here?”
“Yes, I’m Crystal. My friend Mollie here isn’t new.”
He nodded toward Mollie. “Ah, I thought I’d seen you here before. It’s nice to meet you both.”
Mollie blushed and said, “Same here.”
Crystal pointed to the men’s shirts and asked, “Judging by your shirts, I’m guessing you must work here, huh?”
The hottie with the black hair smiled. “I’m Trent Dailey, and this is Mac Anderson. We own the place.”