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I duck my head. Shyness is not something I’m accustomed to, but it hits me now.
“I was just telling Mr. Bowden that a crowd as elite as this one must have entrepreneurs. Why not let them start kink friendly businesses?” I list off my ideas, and again I’m faced with a man who is impressed.
“It’s brilliant, really. Two people come to mind immediately. I’ll talk with Victor and Matteo about approaching them. Thank you, Zara. And welcome to High Card.”
Luke glances at his watch. “I need to get ready for Frank and Margaret. They’ll be here in half an hour and Tyson is probably terrorizing his kitchen help. Bellamy, would you mind giving Zara the tour?”
She glances at Owen then back to Luke and I see a spark in her eyes before she says, “Now does that mean the full tour or am I going to find myself in Master Matteo’s office with my nose in a corner for doing my job?”
Owen shakes his head. “You must really not want an orgasm tonight, love.”
She holds up her hands and smirks. “I was just asking, Sir. You understand my trepidation after last time I gave one of the owner’s guests a tour.”
I have no idea what they’re referring to, but Owen smacks her on the ass. “Behave. I’m going to snoop in the spades room and make Luke uncomfortable. Find me there after the tour.”
Now I want to know what VIP fantasy Luke is helping fulfill. Whatever it is, must be happening in the spades room. Hopefully, it’s a stop that’s included in my tour.
Bellamy smiles at Owen, and I watch as he and Luke disappear into another room.
“What do you think so far?” Bellamy asks when we’re alone.
“It’s gorgeous in here. I admit I was a little skeptical when we pulled into the parking lot.”
Bellamy’s smile widens. “Isn’t that the fun of it? It’s a dirty little secret that only we know about. I think that’s my favorite part of this place.”
“This is the main play space,” she says, waving a hand around the room. “It’s also where most of the socializing happens. Not that you can’t socialize in the other rooms, but you’ll see when we get to them that we try to keep a certain atmosphere in each one.”
She pulls a sleek tablet from a pocket in the front of her dress and taps a few screens. “All our private rooms are full right now, so we can’t start there, but I can show you pictures.”
“Private rooms? That sounds intriguing.”
Bellamy passes me the tablet. On screen is a beautiful suite with touches of sex everywhere. From the rings on the bed for attaching someone to, to the erotic art on the walls. The entire room oozes high end pleasure. I flip through the various rooms—there are thirteen in all—and I take mental notes for my own spaces in Los Angeles and Chicago. I have apartments in several major cities, and each one has a room dedicated to my work.
When I return the tablet, Bellamy motions me toward the same hallway Luke disappeared down.
We’re standing in a common area with sofas, chairs, and various other pieces of furniture, most of which look innocent. There are archways that lead into four other spaces.
“Each of the four owners curates their own playroom,” she explains as my eyes dart around the room, trying to take everything in. Then I notice one of the four suits of cards carved into the center point of each arch. My eyes linger on the spade, and I wonder if that’s where Luke went.
“How do they curate it?”
“It depends on their mood. Most of them have particular tastes that they enjoy seeing played out, and that’s what goes into the room. We also assign our VIP members to an owner and team who can best cater to their fantasies. The subs who are here for the club rotate from owner to owner. You know who they work with based on the pin they wear.”
My mind is spinning as she explains the way things work. I’ve always wanted to run a place like this. Except I want it to cater to sex workers who can come in and rent a room from me to work. Whether that be seeing in person clients or camming on a live streaming site. A high-end brothel—even though I hate the word brothel.
I’ve visited several adult clubs in my life, but nothing quite like this. Maybe being trapped in Vegas for two weeks won’t be so bad.
“So, what is Lu… Mr. Bowden’s play space like?”
Bellamy grins. “It’s quite exquisite. He caters to our members who have expensive tastes. Tonight, Master Luke is facilitating a buffet of sorts.”
I lift one eyebrow. “A buffet?”
Bellamy cranes her neck to peek into the room then waves me toward it. “Come on, we can take a peek, since you’re wearing the right pin.” I glance at Bellamy’s dress and realize she isn’t wearing one. Then she holds up her wrist.
“I wear all four.”
“I just assumed you would wear Owen’s—Mr. Thorne’s.”
