42. Sneak Peek Time
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Chapter 1 – Tamen
“Good evening, Mr. Duke.” The front desk attendant purred as I walked through the doors. Her name was Cherry, or maybe one of the other berries. Fuck, the place needed an upgrade, starting with the girls’ names.
She was a damn wonderful hostess; I should have known her name for as many times as I visited Vixen’s Den the last few weeks. Even so, I was drawing blanks.
“Evening.” I replied, glancing around the open lounge to see how busy it was for a Thursday night. Impressively, it was occupied, but it could have had far more customers if there was the right incentive to visit.
Something I would change right away as the new owner.
The best part about my frequent visits to the establishment was nobody had a bloody clue who I was. Everyone believed I was just a rich prick who showed up multiple times a week to get his jollies off. Even women I had hired through the Velvet Cage before it burned to the ground with Damon Kirst’s messy death didn’t catch me as they mingled with customers at their new place of employment.
Damon had it coming, really, I was a little upset that I wasn’t the one to kill him though. He was a fucking pig who deserved everything he got, and if the situation had been different, I might have even begged Maddox to make it last longer or let me in on the fun. Oh well, either way, his death was dreadful for business because it left a void in the sex market that I intended to fill.
Enter the private sale of Boston’s only exclusive sex club, turning it from Vixen’s Den to—literally anything else. That name was terrible. The potential inside of the four walls of Vixen’s was outstanding, but poor management and even worse ownership left it subpar, and desperately in need of a change.
And I was just the man to get the job done and make the club incredibly profitable. It would keep me in the states longer than I had ever desired to be, but there were other things around to keep me happy here once work slowed down.
“Which desires are you hoping to fulfill tonight, Mr. Duke?” Strawberry asked.
Maybe her name was Apple? Fuck.
“A massage.” I replied, noting the way the next customer entered behind me, lurking and waiting for his turn to order his girl for the night like we were at a fast-food counter. Low-class procedure, and in desperate need of a change.
“Ooh, fantastic choice.” Peach cheered excitedly, like she gave a damn about how I got my sexual satisfaction. It was almost believable, though, which made her perfect for the job. Peach wasn’t right though, for the perky little blonde, maybe Plum? “On the screen is the list of available dates for the evening.” She nodded to the tablet screen facing me and I scrolled through, contemplating who I was going to fuck for the night like I was choosing a meal, and settled on a blue-eyed blonde with tits bigger than my face. Those would be fun to play with for the night. “Perfect,” Apricot smiled brightly, “You’ve been assigned to room forty.” She leaned forward and stage whispered, “It’s our most requested room.” Before leaning back behind the counter, “Valentina will join you in a few minutes. Enjoy your evening Mr. Duke.”
“I plan to.” I nodded and moved away so the next chap could order his meal. As I stepped further into the bar area, I overhead the man behind me greet the hostess.
“Good evening, Honey.” He said, and I rolled my eyes.
Fuck, I was way off.
Leaving the fruity hostess behind and moving through the lounge, I watched men and women interacting across the floor. Most of the customers were men, but I recognized a few women as buyers as they mingled and flirted with various available girls. Mingling in the lounge was one of the most common ways for customers to book girls in any club, but this one lacked something vital.
Order takers.
The working girls were responsible for hooking a customer in the lounge if they weren’t booked for a private session already, but then they had to go handle the business part of the transaction personally at the front desk.
It took the high out of the hunt for the customer. Pushing pause on the event to pay killed the vibe.
Making it another item on the short list to change when I took over.
When Vixen’s Den re-opened in a few weeks under its new owner, there would be hostesses walking around the floor with tablets in hand, ready to swipe a card or apply a charge to an account so the girls could take their customers back to handle the only business they had any interest in for the night without disruption.
Hardly any of the current customers mingling around this evening would be here when it reopened, though; they wouldn’t be able to afford the girls when I was running things.
The only clients I was interested in hosting had deep pockets and strong connections across many platforms.
Random Johns off the street could hire a girl from the corner if they so pleased, but my club would be too elite for the same kind of transactions occurring tonight. This would be the last night that the Vixen’s Den would be operating as it had been for the last decade.
The next time the open sign would flicker on, the women would be making triple what they did before.
As would I.
Room number forty was underwhelming, to be honest. But compared to the other rooms I had rented; I could see why it was highly requested.
Champagne colored fabric covered the walls, and the lights were low and warm, creating the ambiance of elegance. In the center of the room lay a massage table, fit with matching champagne-colored sheets and an array of lotions and oils on a rolling stand.
My shoulders nearly screamed, just eyeing up the paraphernalia as I pulled my tie loose. I really hoped Valentina would be as good with her hands as she looked, because I had some tension to break through before I released it.
I tossed my jacket on the chair and stripped out of my shirt mindlessly as I stared at the fixtures and features of the room, when something caught my eye. The fabric on one wall was thicker and hung differently, drawing me into it as I pulled my belt free.
I slid my fingers through the thick drapery and pulled it aside where it split down the center, revealing a giant mirrored window behind it. The window looked out over a large open stage I’d been on multiple times before and I noted how other mirrors across from mine, matched, indicating they too were giant portals for guests above to watch what was happening below.
News to me.
Not that I cared any knowing that an unknown number of people had potentially watched me fuck prostitutes on the stage below.
It was an exhibition stage, after all. That’s what it was for.
At the time, I just didn’t know that there were more eyes watching than just the spectators seated around the raised platform below. What was more interesting, though, was the scene playing out on the stage. My earlier assessment of how busy Vixen’s Den was this evening had been wrong.
A vast majority of clients had been hidden in the shadows of the private room when I arrived.
And I could see why.
On stage was a woman wearing a teal blue harness outfit and a pair of sky-high stilettos. With her rainbow-dyed hair cascading in soft waves down her curved back, she gracefully walked the stage, instructing couples locked in passionate embraces.
A sex teacher?
I’d seen instructions occurring before in various clubs, but never here at the den. The old owner, Tony, didn’t like the attention the shows took away from paid girls. He was old school and didn’t see the potential draw classes and exhibitions could hold for a club like his.
Or so I had thought.
I tracked the kaleidoscope of colors on the woman’s head as she moved around the stage, altering positions and adjusting angles of the six couples around her. She moved with a grace I’d never seen.
Her legs moved like they were dancing on stage at a pristine ballet, not on a stage in a seedy sex club. Muscles flexed and rippled up the back of her claves and thighs as she turned on her toes and stood with that same graceful swoop to her spine right above her lush ass.
God, her ass was incredible. Over two handfuls and tight enough to know it was real, while supple enough to distract a man’s thoughts from anything else of importance as it rippled with each step.
Bloody hell.
My dick stirred in my slacks as I stood at the window and watched.
She was standing with her back to me, and I scanned my eyes over her exposed skin around the blue leather harness lingerie, wishing there wasn’t a stitch of fabric between us. When was the last time I physically ached to see a woman’s nudity?
I had no fucking clue.
That was one downfall to being surrounded by sex and undress as often as I was, sometimes. The allure and the effect it had on me had diminished over the years, so much so that I usually didn’t even get hard until my dick was deep inside of something wet.
But standing against the glass, simply observing the vixen on the stage below, I was rock solid and aching.
The door clicked open behind me and heels tapped across the polished floor as a soft feminine voice interrupted the silence surrounding me. “Hello, Mr. Duke.”
I glanced away from the woman on the stage over to my purchase for the evening, already regretting the money spent on her. Not because there was anything wrong with the sweet blonde standing behind me in a baby pink nightgown and white heels with her massive fake tits plumped up over the top of her barely-there lace bra. There wasn’t anything wrong with her at all.
She just wasn’t the rainbow below.
The blonde was normal.
Expected.
Predictable.
However, the rainbow; mercy me. The vixen’s hands were on the man’s hips, and she was slowing down his thrusts, using her own body to roll against his, adjusting his thrusts until the woman beneath him started moaning and coming on his dick.
That man didn’t understand how lucky he was as she helped him make his date orgasm for everyone to watch.
I had never wanted to be someone else so badly before.
The blonde I hired, Valentina, interrupted my thoughts again, “Would you like to get undressed the rest of the way for your massage, Mr. Duke?”
I didn’t look back at her, unable to tear my eyes away from the scene below as I replied, “Who is that woman?” Valentina joined me at the window, pressing her body against my side as she peered down onto the stage. “The rainbow.”
“Mmh,” Valentina purred, as she smirked, rubbing her hands up my bare arm and back. “That’s Ember.” The woman touching me was a professional, and she knew what she was doing as she caught on to my body’s desires. “She’s fascinating, isn’t she?”
Ember. Her bright eyes glowed in the lights shining down on her from beneath the row of windows, and they looked like liquid gold fanned out by thick black lashes.
“Why have I never seen her here before?” I asked, glancing at her out of the corner of my eye as she slid her hands over my bare abs from behind. “I’ve never seen her on the booking list.”
Valentina pressed her lips against my back, moving to look around the other side of my body as her hands dipped down to the waistband of my slacks. I had never hired the blonde before, but I was going to request her exclusively if she was always going to be so damn good at getting down to business, even as I stared at another.
“She’s booked out months in advance.” Valentina replied, pulling the button of my slacks free and then dragged my zipper down against my erection like a teasing edge of pain on the most sensitive part of my body. “Ember only takes on our most exclusive clients here. And she rarely lets them fuck her. She’s the owner’s pet.”
“How much?” I asked as she slid her hand down into my pants and dragged her nails over my shaft.
“She only books by the night.”
“How much?” I repeated it firmly.
“I believe for a private client; she charges seven thousand.”
Seven grand for a private evening with the rainbow. And you didn’t even get a guaranteed fuck out of her.
She was worth twenty grand.
Even more.
“Change of plans, Valentina.” I pulled her wrist until she circled around the front of my body and crowded her in against the glass. “No massage. Get on your knees.”
She bit her plump lip and slowly sank to her knees like a goddess, instantly fisting my dick for me and stroking me before twirling her tongue around the head.
“You’re going to suck me off while I watch her.” I instructed as she opened her plump lips and sucked the head of my cock straight into her waiting mouth, already aware of my plans. But I wasn’t going to be disrespectful about it. “I’ve booked you for two hours. And I’m going to come down your throat multiple times in that span. When those two hours are done, I’m going to tip you very,” I groaned when she deep-throated me, and then continued, “very fucking well in cash for your efforts and I’ll double your nightly profits if you introduce me to her.”
She hummed and stroked my sack as she twisted her lips and fist around my shaft. “It would be my pleasure.”
I chuckled sinisterly as she gagged when I pushed all the way down her throat as the rainbow enchanted me below. “No darling, it will be all mine.” Laying one fist against the glass as I tightened the other in her blonde hair, I watched Ember below.
There was a man tied down on a bed like the woman had been, but his date was riding his dick as he laid there helplessly, being used like a toy for her pleasure. His date looked frazzled as perspiration beaded on her forehead as she hopped up and down on his dick like a bad porno.
Ember’s rainbow hair flowed like a waterfall of melted metal as she gracefully climbed onto the bed and straddled the man’s chest, facing the woman riding him. Ember’s ass was right below the man’s chin and my balls tightened as she took the cowgirl’s hands, laid them flat on his abs and started rocking her own body against his chest, showing what she wanted the wild rider to do.
His date stopped her manic movement and clumsily started rolling her hips, mirroring Ember, changing the way she was taking his dick. I knew for a fact that her pleasure was the main focus with the new motions and, for some reason, knowing that Ember flipped the script to please the woman instead of the man, made me even harder.
“Is Ember a lesbian?” I asked Valentina, pulling her head back as she gasped for her breath even as she continued to stroke my shaft in her mouth’s absence.
“We’re all a little lesbian for the right amount of money, baby.”
I grinned at her eager to please response and pushed back into her mouth.
“That woman is different,” I mused out loud, though I didn’t care if she agreed or not. “She does nothing she doesn’t want to, strictly for someone else’s pleasure. I can tell.”
As if the rainbow below could hear my assessment of her character, her liquid gold eyes flicked up away from the woman she was teaching and glanced from window to window until they landed on the piece of mirrored glass I was staring through. I knew she couldn’t see me.
She didn’t know which room had clients and which didn’t, but it didn’t bloody matter.
It was all I needed.
Ember’s lips curled up in a satisfied grin as the woman in front of her started orgasming with her head tipped back and I followed suit, filling Valentina’s throat with come as I stared at the only pair of eyes to ever captivate me before.
“Ember.” I growled, orgasming as she finally blinked away, releasing me from the trance I was stuck in on my side of the glass. “My pretty little Rainbow.”