“Don’t worry. Your Pharoah will be watching you every step of the way. So will my security. You have nothing to fear here.”
Corinne glanced at Xavier, and he nodded once. “Okay…. Where do I start?”
* * *
The Main Hall
She was blindedby the lights that spun from the ceiling. Strutting into the main area, alone and vulnerable, Corinne made a beeline for the bar. From what she could tell so far, the upscale club was superb, a sweet aroma was maintained in the atmosphere, and beautiful women gathered throughout. They were dressed in scantily clad clothes and mostly were melanated women. Brown bodies gyrated on a dance floor, and the lights shut off, veiling them in darkness. When they lit up again, it was on stage where a man stood cloaked in a Gladiator-like costume.
Whistles filled the room, and catcalls were thrown as the anonymous man stood still. When the beat dropped, his hips moved first. Then he slid across the stage on his knees to face a woman at the edge, who watched, standing still as a statue.
“Girl….” Corinne whispered. “You’ll have a dick in your face in a minute if you don’t move.”
“She sure will,” a voice next to her said.
Corinne turned to the woman. “Hey. I’m Snow, and you are?”
“Dahlia.” Corinne looked over the woman. She was dressed in all white, with feathers sprouting from her corset.
“You must be new here.”
“Is it that obvious?”
“Your eyes are big. Everything is going to make your mouth drop. Let me know if you need someone to talk to or party with. I’m going to the stage to get grinded on. Let me know.”
She walked off, and Corinne watched her reach for the man, who lifted her by a cock-strong arm. Once there, he turned her around, grinding on her ass, then twirling her again and dropping them both to the floor.
“Damn. She wasn’t lying.”
“Would you like something to drink?”
Corinne turned to the bartender. “Tequila,” she said, “on the rocks.”
“Do you have a chaperone?”
Her brows bunched. “A chaperone?”
“If you start strong, you may end up drunk before the end of the night. It’s my responsibility to ask if you have a chaperone, a driver, or a friend here with you tonight.”
“Oh. This place continues to add to the allure.”
“Daniella definitely has it set up where you never want to leave when you come.”
“Daniella’s the owner?”
“Yes.” The bartender laughed. “People are always shocked when they find out she owns this place.”
“It’s so well put together. The rules, the women, it’s like a secret society.”
“It’s a place to relax and let your hair down, that’s for sure. Give me a second, and I’ll be back with your tequila.” She walked off and then returned. “You did say you had a friend here with you?”
“I do. A little bit more than a friend, but yes.”
“Ah. Good. I’ll be back.”
The bartender walked away, and Corinne turned her attention back to the stage. The masked man was grinding so hard on Snow that she thought for sure one of those strokes would end up inside her.
“Damn.” She shivered. “Where was this place when I was single and still mingling?” She giggled, mumbling to herself. “On second thought, it was probably a good thing I didn’t know about it. I might be an all-star member by now.” Corinne couldn’t wait to tell her best friend and sister-in-law Camilla, what they’d been missing out on and when the bartender returned with her tequila, she took a sip and realized she was ready to explore the rooms beyond.