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It’s no shocker that some of the girls at these kinds of clubs will do more than just a lap dance, but did he just seriously come out and advertise it?
Come on!
“Yeah, Ultimate Climax is a fuck room here, dude. For a hefty price, we book the room out. Most of the girls, who work here, are willing participants, if you know what I mean. You can pretty much get whatever kind of fix you’re after, depending on your flavor, that is.”
“You’re serious?” I reply now gripping the bottle tighter with my hand. Surely Devyn isn’t one of the ones he’s talking about. I can barely believe she strips, let alone do something like that.
“Yeah, I’m serious. The girls let you play hard with them. There’s some real kinky shit that goes on behind those doors.”
“So… you’ve been in there, then?” I ask, not wanting to think about the fact he might have been with Devyn.
“Nah, I’ve had a few of the girls here suck me off now and then, but that’s about it. I’m not into the torture shit. Besides, now I’ve got a girlfriend. I wouldn’t want to fuck that up.”
Torture shit? Is he talking about BDSM?
“Think I can take a look?”
“Sure.”
Bret waves another guy over to cover the bar and then motions for me to follow him. After walking behind him down the hall, we come to a door marked PRIVATE. He pulls out his keys, quickly checking over his shoulder to see if anyone’s looking.
“I’m not supposed to let anyone back here except customers, but I’ll give you a quick peak while the room’s empty.”
Opening up the door, he steps in and turns on the light. Multiple large TV flat screen panels, all with various camera angles, hang from brackets on the wall above. High tech computer equipment and laptops sit on the long desk in the middle of the room. Since I use similar gear, when I set up surveillance, I’m fairly familiar with everything I see.
“This is what we call the control room. Some of our clients like to watch; some like to give orders, but in there… that’s where all the crazy shit goes down.” He says, pointing to the other door.
Bret waves me past him and motions for me to go on inside of the other room. As I walk past him, I have to hide my laughter. He actually thinks this is going to shock me. Believe me, nothing about a sex room will ever shock me. I’ve seen them all. I’ve used them all.
The moment the door opens, the sweet fragrance of leather hits my nose, causing my cock to harden in the tight confinement of my jeans. The rich smell of leather is like an aphrodisiac for me, igniting that inner hunger and desire that already has gone way too long without being fed.
As I take my time absorbing every detail around the dimly lit room, I can’t help but get off on the rush it brings me. The St. Andrews cross, the metal shackles on the wall, the leather punishing bench in the corner, the black leather swing dangling from the ceiling… all of it thrills me. Whips and crops hang from hooks on the glass case against the wall, begging to be used. Breathing in deeply, I close my eyes to push back my urges. I can already feel the braided leather in my hand. I want to break new flawless skin with it. I want to hear someone beg me to elicit more pain.
I want Devyn.
“It’s really something, isn’t it?”
He moves towards the glass case, picking up a spreader bar from off a shelf, tilting it left to right as he closely examines it.
“I mean fuck, I don’t even know what this is for.”
“It’s a spreader bar,” I reply without blinking.
“Wait, so you know about all of this shit?” I have to suppress the laughter his astonished look causes.
“Yeah, you can say that.” If he knew how much experience I have with this stuff, his jaw would drop. Spreader bars are elementary in comparison to some of the stuff that I’m into.
Bret looks down at his watch, and curses. “Shit! We better get back up front. The main girls are about to go out and it’s already slammed tonight. If you find someone you’re interested in, I keep the book up front at the bar. I wouldn’t wait too long, if I were you. The girls book up pretty fast on nights like these.”
“Yeah, um… thanks.” I reply, turning around to get one last look at the room.
I’ll definitely be back… soon.
As we approach the bar, I witness a man lift his hand up to strike one of the girls. Without even thinking, I push her aside and grab his arm, shoving his face down hard into the wood of the bar.
“Get your fucking hands off me!” He yells.
Ignoring him, I twist harder on his arm, shoving his shoulder up and pinning my weight onto him.
Suddenly, a man’s angry voice shouts behind me. “What did I tell you, Chad?” I turn to see another guy about my age and frame, approaching. He steps past me and leans down to look straight into the guy’s face.
“Hold him!” He demands.
Murderous rage is written all over his face. He steps forward and punches the guy multiple times in the abdomen. The final blow is hard enough that I feel the breath knocked out of his body. I immediately release him and watch him drop to the floor in pain. The other guy towers over him, kicking him once more in the ribs.
“I told you to keep your fucking hands off the girls. If I ever see you again, you’re a dead man.”
Putting his arm back around the girl, he turns to me and motions towards the door. “Get him the fuck out of my club!”
Normally, I don’t take orders from people, but until I get more info on Devyn, I don’t want any trouble. I reach down and pull him up by his arm and shove him out the exit. He stumbles forward and then falls to his knees, spitting blood out onto the pavement. Two other guys come barreling out behind me, lifting him up and carrying him to his vehicle.
“I appreciate you taking care of that,” the club owner says, as I return inside.
“Not a problem.”
“I’m Mike Powers, the owner.” He extends his hand to me.
“Payne,” I reply shaking hands. My first name is all he’s getting.
“Well, Payne, you wouldn’t happen to be looking for a job by chance, would you? I had a guy quit last night, and I’m short handed. The pay here is good, and the scenery is even better.” He waves his hand around the place.
