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Zara
Istareindisbeliefat the cheesy sign above the small shop that just says Sin City Subs with a line-art drawing of a sub sandwich in front of the famous welcome to Las Vegas sign.
The expensive spade shaped pin set with a real diamond made me think this was going to be a high-end place. Luke just smirks when he opens the door for me and helps me out. It’s a relatively warm night, so I leave my jacket in his front seat and just carry in my small purse with my ID. He already told me I can’t bring my phone inside. Though as an owner, he’s allowed to keep his. I don’t like leaving it in the car, but I left my work phone in the safe at the hotel, so I figure the glove compartment will be OK for my personal device.
He uses a key to unlock the door to the shop and locks it behind him once we’re inside.
Then he takes me behind the counter and into the back room. It’s a small space with two doors. He points to one. “That’s the kitchen where they prep for the shop up front. And this,” he nods at the other, “is the entrance to the High Card. You ready?”
“So, it’s a working sandwich shop?”
Luke nods. “Seven days a week. Closes at five. We open the club at eight on the nights we’re open.”
“Why?”
He laughs. “That’s a story for another night, Flower. Let’s go in if you’re ready.”
I nod, and he opens the second door. The reception area is small and yet another door sits behind the podium where we sign in. Luke is immediately recognized and doesn’t have to do anything. I offer my ID and sign a waiver to get a guest pass.
“Bellamy is currently… occupied with Master Owen, but she’ll be available for a tour in about an hour.”
Luke frowns. “Occupied as in they’re fucking or occupied as in, she’s in trouble?”
I gasp at his crass question. Why does it matter?
The woman ducks her head. “The latter, Sir.”
Luke gives her a curt nod and pulls me into the heart of the club.
I don’t know how they did it, but they’ve turned the back of a sandwich shop into an extravagant sex club. The room we’re standing in is sprawling, and I am overwhelmed, trying to take it all in. There is a bar in the center of the room not unlike what you might find on a casino floor. People mill around, talking and laughing with drinks, but it looks like they aren’t allowed to bring the alcohol beyond a certain point where the carpet changes. There are small tables set up around it, and beyond the bar’s seating area, the rest of the room is filled with a variety of sexy furniture. Some of it does just appear to be for sitting, but other pieces I recognize as being more fun. It’s extravagant but not over the top. Everything drips with luxury, and I know the membership fees are going to be astronomical.
“We’re going to start with a drink and then I have to see to a VIP’s needs. You’ll need to stay with me through that unless Bellamy is released to come and give you a tour,” Luke says, interrupting my racing mind as I take in my surroundings.
I nod respectfully. I’m not sure if I identify as a submissive or not, but I’ve played power games enough to know how to act the part.
“What does it mean to see to a VIP’s needs? Is that an inappropriate question?”
Luke smiles and places a hand at the small of my back. “Not inappropriate. It’s good to be curious. Bellamy really is the best tour guide. We cater to fantasies here. There’s even a website where you can submit your requests and we’ll arrange it as best we can. We’ve flown in skilled riggers to teach private rope lessons; we’ve staged elaborate abduction fantasies. We’ve played small parts in role play scenarios. The only thing we don’t do is provide people with actual sex because we’re already operating on a thin line in the legal department. We do however offer matchmaking services for our most top tier clients. And we have something of a speed dating night for general members to find potential partners. There are several club submissives who are… more than willing to engage in sex with multiple people.”
We sit at the bar, and I smirk when the woman making drinks practically throws a cocktail at a waiting customer so she can hurry to wait on Luke.
“Master Luke, would you like your usual?”
Luke nods curtly and looks at me expectantly. “What would you like, Flower?”
I frown, and he puts a hand on my knee. “Zara. What would you like to drink?”
“Bourbon, neat.”
The woman ducks her head in a quick bow toward Luke and turns to make the drinks.
“What do you think so far?”
“I think it’s incredible. This is clearly more than just the back of the sandwich shop. How far does it extend?”
“We own the whole strip mall. Right now, we’re getting some pressure from business types at the chamber of commerce to rent spaces for more businesses to be open than just the sandwich shop, but we don’t want to attract too much attention to ourselves.”
Our drinks appear in front of us, and I wait for Luke to pick his glass up before I take a sip of my own.
