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When you think of it that way, suddenly, this terrible idea becomes a viable one.
Well, still terrible.
But…doable.
It’s crazy, but it might be crazy enough to work. And I’m desperate enough to try on crazy for a while and see how it fits…
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FUMI
When I was ten, my dad took me to see the Grand Canyon. It had always been on his “bucket list”, and I suppose on mine, too, after hearing him talk about it so much. I’d seen pictures, of course. But the Grand Canyon is one of those places where photos just don’t do it justice. It’s not until you’re standing on the very edge, staring out at the sheer breathtaking magnitude of it with your breath caught in your throat, that it fully hits you.
Club Venom is a lot like that.
I’d heard about Venom, in whispers and rumors. Eloise had blushingly told me about the decadence of the place, and even Taylor had turned a little pink while trying to prepare me for my first meeting here.
But, like the Grand Canyon, stories don’t cut it.
Calling it a “sex club” doesn’t do it justice. Words like “exclusive” or “palace of sin” don’t really paint a full picture, either.
Because Venom doesn’t feel like a nightclub at all. It feels like you’re stepping into another world.
You don’t have to be involved in the criminal underworld to hang out here. But that’s certainly Venom’s target clientele: the rich, powerful, dark, and deviant of New York City. Venom is where they come to play.
It’s like a nightclub meets kink club meets Caligula. The matte black and gold Venetian carnival masks are mandatory. Names are heavily discouraged.
Fantasy, however, is very much encouraged.
Right now, I feel like I’m in the middle of some otherworldly, erotic fantasy.
It’s probably the orgy going down…pardon the pun…about thirty feet away that sets the tone.
The main lounge area of Venom, where I’m currently sitting waiting for Drazen Krylov, is a large, ornate but tasteful room with low, sexy lighting, full of sumptuous deep reds, matte blacks, and gold accents. Gilded chandeliers hang from gorgeous inlaid ceilings. Dark, sultry techno music pumps through hidden speakers.
Around the perimeter are scattered couches and chairs for guests, and a couple of bars. Masked waitstaff weave discreetly in and out of your peripheral vision with trays of champagne. The club’s blood-red emblem of a viper leers from one of the matte black walls.
But…yeah. It’s the middle of the room that has my and pretty much everyone else’s attention.
I mean, it’s sort of hard to ignore.
The first time I walked in here with Taylor, I almost had a heart attack when various guests started disrobing and moving to the couches and beds in the middle of the lounge area. I’d love to say I’m totally cool with it this time, but that would be a lie.
The truth is, it’s taking everything I have not to stare with my jaw on the ground. And I’m epically failing at it.
But cut me some slack here.
On the main bed in the middle of the room, a redhead writhes wildly as two muscled and tattooed men devour her. One of them has his lips wrapped around one of her nipples, and the other has her legs shoved up high and wide apart, his mouth buried between them.
My face turns crimson as I watch the man at her breasts move away, fisting his thick cock before kneeling next to her head. She twists, and I suck in my breath as her mouth slides over his crown.
The other man moves up between her legs, throwing them over his muscled shoulders before he sinks his dick into her pussy.
Welcome to Club Venom. May I take your order?
The wildest part is, the threesome isn’t even the craziest thing on display right now. Next to them, on the very same bed, three women moan as they take turns swallowing the swollen cock of a huge guy with Russian Bratva ink. On one of the couches next to the bed, a gorgeous dark-skinned woman bounces on the cock of a muscled man with gorgeous tattoos. As I watch, my jaw drops a little more when a second man moves up behind her, spreads her cheeks, and eases his lubed dick into her asshole.
Holy fuck.
