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Until I met Ronan O’Connor.
Chapter Thirty-Three
Ronan
Black Rose Underground has several sister clubs throughout the United States that honor our memberships. Clubs that are vetted as carefully as Black Rose is.
One of them is in Las Vegas, and I decide to pay it a visit Friday evening.
Maybe a scene with a willing submissive will get my mind off of Mary and her text.
Maybe it will get my head back where it needs to be.
To work. To play at the proper times.
I didn’t bring any of my club gear or any of my kilts to Vegas. I had to pack quickly, and I brought only business attire. I wear black pants, black dress shoes, and a white button-down. I remove my tie.
I haven’t been to any of the sister clubs because I just became a member at Black Rose.
Las Vegas is different from New York.
Definitely a different vibe, but a leather club is a leather club. If the owner of Black Rose Underground says this club is okay, it’s okay.
I walk in, and the atmosphere is livelier than Black Rose. Black Rose’s decor is red and black with a solid wood bar, very classy.
This club screams Vegas.
Neon lighting, a large dance floor, a black lacquer bar.
And sex out in the open.
The few times I’ve been to Black Rose, I haven’t seen that. People who want to have sex out in the open go to one of the exhibition rooms. Those who prefer privacy—as I do—reserve a suite or playroom.
But on the black lacquer bar located in the back of the main room, a naked woman sits, her legs spread, and a man sits on a barstool, eating her out.
Men are visual creatures, so my groin tightens, even in light of the obvious health code violations.
I look around, taking in the debauchery.
Yes, definitely Vegas.
A topless server with fake tits that look like cereal bowls approaches me, smiling broadly. Her hair is bleached blond, and her face is round and pretty. “May I help you?”
“Absolutely. I’ll have fifteen-year Macallan, neat.”
“Come have a seat at the bar. I’ll get it for you.”
I nod and follow her.
There are only two open seats at the bar, one of which is right next to the man eating the woman.
I choose the other.
The server walks behind the bar and then holds out her hand. “I’m Lindy. I haven’t seen you here before.”
“That’s because I’ve never been here before. I’m a member at one of the sister clubs in New York City.”
“Oh. What brings you to Las Vegas?”
