“We don’t usually allow tourists—people who just want to gawk,” Scarlet explained. “But…perhaps this could be part of your education, see what you’re drawn to and what you’re not.”
“Sage, there are other ways—” I reached up and pressed my fingers to Tobias’ lips.
“Shh…the girls are talking right now. So what time should I come by? And I gotta warn you, I’m bringing a friend with me and she’s…a little different.”
“And a security detail,” Tobias insisted, pulling away from my hand. “You’re not going anywhere—”
“Get here by six PM,” Scarlet said with a smirk. “I’ll let the door bitch know you’re expected, and wear something…” Her eyes slid down my body, not so much with sexual intent, but there was…something there. “Appropriate,” she finally finished.
50
“So what the hell is this place?” Nikki asked me as we walked up to the now throbbing façade of Scarlet’s club. Music was pumping so loudly from it, I could feel the vibrations.
“It’s a sex club. Oh!” I may or may not have had a few pre-drinks, because fuck, what a day. “No it’s not. It’s a BDSM club.”
“And whyy are we going to a BDSM club?” Nikki’s arm went around my shoulders. “I love you like a sister, but I’m not licking your kitty meow meow, even if you start spanking me with a wet fish.”
“No, it’s not for you, it’s for me,” I said, thinking that sufficient explanation.
“You’re licking my pussy?”
“No…” I turned around and fixed her with a glare. “Tobias is into this shit, and Scarlet said I needed to learn the rules before there’s any hanky spanky…” I paused, then cackled at my pun. Nikki just stared, her brow lifting higher by the minute. “So she suggested that I take a look around, see what I’m ‘drawn to’ first.”
“Scarlet, Tobias, BDSM…” She just stared, eyes narrowing. “A lot’s happened since we talked last.”
“I was also kidnapped. Then I spent several days in wolf form.”
“What?” My best friend just stared for a second, her brain fighting to get her head around the details, and frankly, I couldn’t blame her. I had been struggling so hard myself, I gave up and smashed down a few cheeky rum and Cokes, the cheap shitty kind. Nik just tucked her arm in mine and hauled me forward. “You’re telling that story again, from the start, and not leaving anything out. Damn, girl! What the actual fuck?”
“Are you members?”
The woman was perfectly imperious in what looked like a custom-made leather body suit, her ice blonde hair pulled back into a high ponytail.
“Scarlet said to tell the door bitch to let us in,” I said.
“Jesus, Sage! How much did you have to drink?” Nikki hissed at me. “My apologies, Mistress…”
“Scarlet is mistress here,” the woman said with a sharp smile, “and I am indeed, her bitch. You’re Sage and Nikki?”
“I’ve got ID right here…” Nik started reaching for it, but the girl shook her head, opening the door and then ushering us in…
To Hell.
With the red lighting, the burgundy and black interior, relieved only by all of this stainless steel, it was a definite mood.
“You came.” I turned at the sound of someone else’s voice and saw Scarlet had appeared, wearing a white button-up shirt that was winched in to her body by a black leather under bust corset and a tight pencil skirt. “I wasn’t sure if you would. Scarlet.” She offered her hand to Nikki, and my friend took it in a limp shake.
“So this is real.” Nikki stared and stared, acting like just the kind of tourist Scarlet had said she didn’t want in here, and I elbowed her in response. “Ow! What was that…” I glared at her meaningfully.
“Sage is here to get a feel for things,” Scarlet explained. “Neither of you will engage in anything with anyone tonight.” Tension seemed to leach out of Nik at that. “Nor will you walk around gawping at people who are engaged in consensual play, because that’s what everything you’ll see is—acts that were agreed upon between a sub and their Dom. Acts you might like to explore with your Dom, when you’re ready.”
“You have a Dom!” Nikki muffled her shriek, but it still felt like something only dogs could hear. “There’s a bar. Sit, bitch, and fucking spill.”
“Hmm…you show promise. Ever thought about becoming a Dom?” Scarlet asked Nikki.
“If barking at my husband to clean the damn bathroom is a kink, I’m the queen,” she replied. “Now, what debauched act does a girl have to perform to get a drink around here?”
Scarlet’sselection wasn’t quite as swanky as the bar opening I’d gone too, but rum and Coke, any rum and Coke, would do when pressed. Scarlet slid the drinks our way, then poured herself one, settling against the bar as I told my story, and out it came. It felt like a boil was being lanced or something as everything just spilled out. My tongue tripped over the words, trying to describe it, then the next thing, then the next, and then finally, I was done.