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“Oh yeah? Let me guess, then they started offering you rides around town since your car was being worked on?” Keisha said.
Jess giggled. “Something like that. There have been a lot of...rides.”
“Short rides, long rides, hard rides...” Manson said.
“Rides in public...” Jason began, and Keisha put her hands up.
“Jesus, all right, I get it, you’re all a bunch of horndogs,” she said, laughing as she shook her head at us. She presented our line of drinks on the bar: the Sazerac for Manson, beer for Lucas, vodka with Redbull for Jason, and a Sex on the Beach for me. Keisha made a face as I took a long sip of the bright orange drink and smacked my lips contentedly.
“You can’t be a normal bartender and just get beer and a shot?” she said. “Mezcal on the rocks, maybe? Where’s your bar-hardened disdain for sugar, Vince?”
“Excuse me for liking things that actually taste good,” I said, poking my toothpick-speared strawberry garnish at her. “I haven’t managed to develop a taste yet for the liquid form of a burned tire.”
“All right, clear out,” Keisha said. “You’ll have me here talking all night and you’re holding up the line.”
We made our way toward the stairs that would take us up to the lounge. Tris wasn’t explicitly a kink club, but the influence the local BDSM community had here was obvious if you knew what to look for. Some people wore collars of leather, metal, or chain. Some were dressed in latex, others in leather. Handkerchiefs of various colors dangled from back pockets, signaling their desires.
We flashed our VIP bands to be allowed upstairs. Booths lined the area, and some already had their silky black privacy curtains drawn. Our own booth was further down, but I wanted to say hello to Rachel and Mark before we settled in. Leading the way to their usual booth, I poked my head around the corner and was unsurprised to find the two already in a compromising position.
Well, thethreeof them. Rachel and Mark loved to play with others. Rachel had her stilettos resting on a young man’s back as he served as her footrest. Mark was in the midst of pouring more wine for her, decked out in leather, as usual.
Rachel’s face lit up when she saw me. “Vincent! I didn’t know you were here tonight.” She was in her late forties, if I were to make a guess, but it was difficult to tell. She had a face that seemed both young and mature at the same time. Her long dark hair was loose, her voluptuous curves hugged in a form-fitting red dress. “All of you are here! What a pleasure. I feel like we haven’t seen you in ages.”
“We haven’tbeenhere in ages,” Lucas said as she hugged him. She was a tall woman, made even taller by the platform stilettos she always wore. Her height was equal to my own when she stood up.
“Rachel, Mark, this is Jessica,” Manson said, stepping aside so Jess could say hello.
“Added a new one to the pack, have we?” she said. She shook Jess’s hand, giving her a long look up and down. Rachel’s eyes could tear you apart without her needing to say a single word, but Jess made her smile. “Beautiful. They’d better be treating you well.” She lowered her voice as if she was imparting a dark secret. “I did everything I could to train them to be gentlemen; I do hope it worked.”
The first time she spoke and found me lacking, I’d almost pissed my pants. She’d been the one to eventually figure out Manson and I were too young to be sneaking in here, and she’d had to report us. But she still offered us her own time and company; she knew we were coming to Tris because we were interested in getting involved in BDSM, and she insisted on being our mentor.
“You must be a good teacher,” Jess said. “Although, I haven’t gotten them to dothatyet.” She looked over at the young man on the ground, who obediently kept his gaze focused on the floor.
Rachel’s laugh was loud and boisterous, easily filling any space she was in. She snapped her fingers, and the man on the ground lifted his head. “Young man, get up. Go fetch another drink for Mark.”
“Yes, Mistress.” He disappeared so fast, I barely got a look at his face. I had to assume he was one of their regular playmates. Rachel and Mark were adventurous, but picky, and they didn’t like playing with those who were inexperienced.
“We won’t keep you too long,” I said, shaking Mark’s hand as he got up to greet us. “Just wanted to say hello and introduce you to the new victim.”
“I prefer Lady Fucktoy, thank you,” Jess said, a disapproving look on her face as she casually examined her nails.
Innocently putting up my hands, I said, “Sorry, sorry. I should have introduced you properly,LadyFucktoy.”
Jess proudly lifted her chin. “That’s better.”
“You’ve gotten yourselves a brat, I see,” Rachel said, her red-painted claw tracing thoughtfully over her chin. “Perfect for the four of you.”
“I keep them on their toes,” Jess said. She owned her role so confidently now, and I loved to see the pride on her face. Before bringing her here, I’d wondered if being among such a large crowd in a public place would make her feel ashamed again. It was only normal, I wouldn’t have blamed her. Fear of others' judgment could be stifling.
But she seemed more confident now than I’d ever seen her. She carried herself like royalty, carefully skirting the line between respect and cheekiness when she spoke to us. Personally, I did not enjoy unquestioning submission. We all liked a challenge, and Jess had found the sweet spot between perfect obedience and playful defiance.
“As you should,” Mark said, and Rachel lightly smacked his arm.
“It’s very naughty to encourage disobedience,” she said, and although the man tried to appear contrite, it was all in fun. Rachel gripped his jaw to kiss him, her sharp nails leaving red marks on his skin. “What do you think of Tris so far, Jessica? Is it your first time here?”
“It is,” Jess said. “I’ve been to a lot of clubs, but never one quite like this. I love it. It feels...it feels free.”
“We felt the same way when we first came here,” Mark said.
