Chapter 2
“stop nutting on the windows” - management
Desmond
There’s never a dull night between these four walls. A blessing and a curse, I suppose. The woman in the decompression room with Lila crosses my mind. Nia. Stunning, nervous, and obviously very new. It’s none of my business, but I still wonder what has brought her to my club.
I would never say that someone doesn’t belong here, because kink itself caters to everyone. It’s so unbelievably inclusive that I always understood and respected the family business. Our members are constantly unlearning harmful teachings surrounding sex, intimacy, BDSM, and kink.
I see people healing and shedding their skin every day because of this community. Thanks to this community, people are healing and finding themselves. We’re just offering them the opportunity and space to do so.
I’ve seen all walks of life in this business because everybody needs release and is deserving of pleasure. Whether they choose to indulge is their choice, however, in my experience, it’s better to have an outlet than none.
At Lilith’s, we refer to newbies as “fresh freaks.” That is not an industry standard and isn’t to be repeated in front of them. Like when your mama tells you some shit you aren’t supposed to know and prefaces it with “Now, don’t you repeat this.” You don’t. Word is bond.
The work we do at Lilith’s is so important and while I get shit for being so involved, I don’t mind.
I’m determined to know all the ins and outs, out of respect for this industry.
I grew up knowing I would be taking on this role someday and sought out to be the best damn kink club owner I’d ever seen.
I originally studied psychology with the intent of becoming a sex therapist, but pivoted toward sex coaching.
I later went on to get the proper certifications to do so, thinking I could be of service that way around Lilith’s, and gained my footing hosting courses, live demonstrations, and occasional coaching on-site for members.
I wanted my parents to feel comfortable trusting me with this responsibility and they did.
I’m distracted when Lila enters my office at lightning speed, beelining for my mini fridge and helping herself to my string cheese. She doesn’t bother speaking, but instead stares me down while she’s eating my food.
I’ll never understand why she walks so goddamn fast or steals my snacks.
“Why don’t you ever knock? Ma and Pops raised us to have manners.”
“You weren’t doing shit anyway.” She pauses to take a bite. “I had a question for you.”
“I might have an answer. What’s up?”
“Would you mind keeping an eye out for Nia? If she comes back. She is interested in the kink courses, so you may see her around.”
“Sure. Is everything okay?”
I knew something was off with her.
“Yeah. She’s just a fresh freak who isn’t ready to freak yet. Nearly had a damn panic attack out there.”
Oh shit.
“Well, it wouldn’t be the first time. I mean, the club can be very overstimulating for—” I pause as my office door swings open.
We’ll be talking about this later.
Minnie, our floor manager, storms into my office with an exasperated look on her face and scoffs.
“I’ve had enough of Mr. Cronut fucking in the private rooms and leaving cum on the two-way mirror.
It ain’t cute once it dries. And before you say anything, I am not kink-shaming them.
I just want to know why they don’t feel the need to wipe the goddamn glass off afterwards.
Why does my team have to clean that shit up? ”
I bite back a laugh at the nickname she uses because I know exactly who she’s talking about and I’ve talked to them about this. When I glance over at Lila, I know she’s got something smart to say. She lives for the perfect moment to talk shit and I can’t be mad because I’m the same way.
“Y’all gotta talk to him before I do because I’ll tell you right now, I will not be nice,” Minnie orders, crossing her arms and assessing us.
“Not it,” Lila and I say in unison.
“I talked to him last time, so it’s the power walker’s turn,” I taunt, knowing damn well I’m starting it this time. “Maybe if you didn’t walk so damn fast, you wouldn’t have stressed out our new guest.”
She jerks her head back in response and huffs. “I’m sure there’s something in that goddamn rulebook he made about not being able to ‘police our members about their bodily fluids,’” Lila mocks, imitating my voice.
“Bullshit,” Minnie blurts.
“If he does, you owe me a real cronut. Bet?”
“Bet,” she agrees.
I sigh and settle into my desk, slipping on my reading glasses to pull up the very real rulebook she mentioned.
I created it when my sister and I took over a few years ago, because while Lilith’s has always been wildly successful, I found the areas we needed to improve and documented it to hold ourselves accountable as a brand.
As much as Lila gives me a hard time about it, our friend Rodney, who’s a corporate lawyer, assured me that it would cover our asses in the chance of a lawsuit.
She takes after our parents, who tend to be more lax, whereas I am more like our grandmother, business-minded and always on.
She built this brand by herself, and I’m honoring her legacy by protecting it the best I can.
I tap the search and find, enter some potential keywords that may apply to this situation and hum to myself as I scour the document.
Members are responsible for cleaning all equipment used in scenes with the disinfectants and drop cloths located throughout the venue. All cleaning supplies are properly labeled and accessible to members.
Waterproof blankets for excessive squirters are available in the storage cabinets placed in each private room.
All bodily fluids are to be cleaned immediately upon completing a scene.
Blood play is strictly prohibited for potential risk to others.
In the incident that blood occurs, the scene must stop immediately to prioritize cleanup.
“There are designated areas for that kind of shit, so yes, there is a rule I wrote on this,” I say matter-of-factly.
“You are such a fucking nerd.” She chuckles. “So, you’re going to be the one to tell Mr. Cronut to stop nutting on the windows? I’m so glad we had this talk, Big Boss Man,” Lila teases, slapping my shoulder. “You owe me a donut, ma’am.”
“Fair is fair,” Minnie agrees with a shrug, following Lila out the door.
It’s unfortunate to hear that Nia didn’t have the best experience, but if she does come back, I think the kink courses could help.
It often eases our anxious and repressed members into this atmosphere.
Instances like these are reaffirming that the courses were not only good for the brand, but beneficial for members as well.
If I do see Nia again, I’ll look out for her.