24. Chapter 24 – Sloane
Chapter 24 – Sloane
T he second my heels touched the obsidian black stone stage, I was home.
Every set of eyes in the room was on me, warming my skin with their attention and waiting to see what magic I’d weave for them. And it hadn’t lessened through the entire performance I gave either. It was a high like no other.
“Harder.” My assistant called out, and I nodded to the masked man standing on the stage with us, wielding the whip. Her echoed cry of pain and pleasure made goosebumps break out across my skin. “Thank you, Ma’am.”
“You’re very welcome.” I purred, walking around the stage, engaging the audience, who watched with bated breath as I picked up the candle from my tray of goodies. “You’re doing such a good job.”
“Thank you, Ma’am.” She repeated from her spot in the center, rigged up with a red rope tied in the Moon Tie pattern, holding her up in the air. Defenseless.
And perfect for her Domme to play with.
Tonight’s show for opening night was Shibari or better known as rope play. Bondage.
It was one of my most favorite things to teach, because almost anyone who walked in the front door could find some part of bondage that excited them. For most, it was a simple pair of handcuffs, or a silk tie around their wrists, tied to the headboard while their partner teased them for foreplay. For more adventurous guests, it was a spreader bar or some more in-depth restraints that held them open in a certain position. And for players like my two assistants who were in a loving and healthy relationship for over fifteen years now, it was suspension Shibari on the main stage of an exclusive sex club for a sold-out crowd to watch.
Everyone had their interests.
And I loved nurturing them in a safe and controlled environment with experienced knowledge at the head of the trialing.
The balconies surrounding the stage room were mostly full, customers leaving private rooms they spent thousands of dollars on by the hour, watching me. The responsibility of that gift didn’t go unnoticed.
I was working for everyone tonight. Including the man in the mirrored glass right off center stage. I couldn’t see Tamen in his office, but like that first night, I could feel him. Yet he wouldn’t walk out onto his balcony for me. He was hiding.
“As you can see,” I announced, letting the natural acoustics of the space and the tiny microphones hanging over the stage in the lights and rigging carry my voice to everyone as I neared my bound assistant, “Lyra’s rope rigging is transitional,” She was currently sitting in her rigging, with her knees bent up to her chest, legs spread and arms tied to the small of her back behind her. She elected to remain nude aside from the ruby red rope, so the room had a view of her vulnerability. Using my free hand not holding the lit pillar candle, I shifted her forward, and gravity did the rest, tipping her forward in almost a somersault move until she hung upside down with her ass in the air and her head facing the floor. An audible gasp of fear rang out from the crowd as she plummeted before the ropes caught her without injury. I loved that part. “Meaning you can play with so many different toys and positions from one simple rigging.”
I lifted the candle to the sole of her foot, keeping it just far enough away from her skin to avoid a burn, but giving her nerves the heat needed to create a panic response.
“Ah,” She cried, unable to move her foot away on her own thanks to her position. “I’m sorry, Ma’am.” She apologized for speaking out of turn and I nodded my head once, seconds later the whip landed on her upturned pussy right next to my shoulder. “Thank you, Ma’am!” She screamed on autopilot.
“This rope tie is called the Moon Tie, and it’s one of endless possibilities you can learn here at Prism in our exhibition series on Shibari Rope play. You can find the schedule of events here in our stage room on any of the flat screens around the club and online. Or better yet,” I winked with a seductive smile over the crowd, “Ask one of our lovely ladies in residence to assist you in your exploration.” Knowing chuckles replied as I gave one final wave, “Thank you, good night!”
“Ahhh!” Trixie sighed dreamily as she twirled on the stool at the bar. Prism closed half an hour ago, and all of us congregated at the bar like none of us were ready to end the magical first night. “What a night.”
“It was so much more than I could have ever dreamed it could be.” Val agreed, sipping her martini. “I can’t believe we get to do this every day.”
I snorted and took a sip of my chardonnay, “I remember you ready to quit altogether before Tamen bought the place. Isn’t it wild how things have changed?”
“I can’t even describe it.” She shook her head, “Tonight felt so freaking empowering. Like for once, we were in charge and not just at face value, but of everything. They all came here for us.”
“And they’ll all keep coming back,” Tamen’s booming voice carried across the crowded space as he came down the stairs. “All of you were wonderful tonight, and the customers are raving about their night just as much as you all are.”
After my warm-up session in my office earlier, he had disappeared, managing the night and mingling with the big-name clients. I knew he was watching during my show, but I hadn’t actually seen him until now.
God, why did a man have to look so damn good in a tailored suit? It was unkind to my lady bits that were vibrating with need even before he joined us.
“I didn’t even have sex with anyone.” Mya chirped up, with a comedic shrug, “And I made more than I did in a week of tips tending bar at any other club.”
“You almost sound disappointed about getting by with no sex.” Trixie giggled.
“I kind of am,” Mya chuckled back. “I’ve never had sex with a millionaire before. I was excited to check that one off my bucket list.”
The girls all laughed, understanding her point in a way that anyone else in the world could never grasp. So many of us chose to be here, yet the world expected us to hate it. Simply because society thought we should.
Sure, some of the girls would probably have taken a different path in life if their fate had taken a different direction, but that didn’t mean we couldn’t all choose to embrace the good fortune we’d found here at Prism under Tamen’s ownership.
After my show, I spent the rest of the night networking in the crowd. Meeting clients, introducing myself and facilitating introductions between them and the girls they were interested in. It was pretty similar to what I was doing as one of the highest paid escorts at Vixen’s Den before Tamen bought it, but now I was official.
I had the title, and the beautiful glitzy new office to host meetings in and so much pride in what my girls were building for themselves here.
What I was helping them build. Stability and security in not only their finances but also their happiness and self-worth were truly priceless things. This could empower many of them, shifting their perspective from feeling victimized by life’s circumstances to celebrating their resilience in achieving their success.
It was a beautiful thing.
“So, we all get to come back tomorrow, then?” Raven asked him with a grin. “We passed the test?”
“You did.” He nodded, walking to the bar and taking the offered rocks glass from the bartender, before turning to face everyone holding his glass in the air. “You’ve all proven yourselves these last few weeks, working hard to learn the new ways of the business I was creating and implementing them flawlessly this evening. There is nothing you can’t do with this kind of dedication and gumption behind it. So, this is to you, all of you,” He glanced at everyone, pausing briefly on me with an added nod, “To your success and prosper here at Prism.”
“Here, here!” Trixie and others cheered happily, clinking glasses and tipping them back.
“Now get out of here.” Tamen announced good heartedly, “It’s late and we’re back at it with doors open tomorrow at noon. If you have any questions about schedules, contact me or Ember. Good night!”
I stayed in my seat as the crowd dispersed, everyone on a high from opening night and the excitement for tomorrow, until it was only Tamen, and I left in the vast room.
Silently, from his spot on the other side of the large round bar, he stalked toward me, those bright blue eyes penetrating every wall I’d ever built in my life until he stood right in front of my crossed legs. After my performance, I returned to my office to find a beautiful designer dress hanging in the attached bathroom, another silent, unmentioned gift from Tamen that fit perfectly. It was silver and shimmered with diamonds on every inch of space, down the fitted bodice to the long skirt. Oh, and four dozen vases of wildflowers in a varying rainbow of colors and scents. But I would never mention those, I wouldn’t want him to think I thought he was a romantic or anything. Instead, I’d silently enjoy them and let them continue to make my heart race every time I saw them in my office. Just like the man who bought them did to me.
And as he finally got within reach again for the first time in hours, I suddenly ached to get out of his newest gift and feel his skin on mine. Almost as if he felt the same way, he silently grazed the backs of his fingers over the bare skin of my knee, peeking through the slit as he pushed them higher, opening the fabric as he went.
The piercing blue irises I was obsessed with finally rose from where they stared at the skin of my thighs to my face as he spoke, “I was in complete awe of you tonight during your show.” He licked his lips as I remained still while his fingertips continued wandering over my inner thigh. “Could you feel my obsession with you through the glass?”
I gave in and smiled at his words, feeling the warmth of them on my needy core. “Almost as if you were touching me like you are now.”
“You were magnificent.” He affirmed, leaning down and gently kissing me as he nudged the inside of my leg, telling me to open for him. “Perfection.” His breath on my lips created goosebumps on my skin as he slid my dress up my hips to stand between my legs. “Breathtaking.”
I sighed into his touch, unfamiliar with the gentleness of it, but not hating it either.
“I’m not sure I’m a fan of this pleasant side of you.” I admitted, even as his fingers trailed up to the band of my panties and tugged.
“Maybe that’s how I plan to torment you.” He laid soft kisses down my neck to my shoulder, but intensified none of his touches. “How long until you beg me to bully you, I wonder?”
“Hmm…” I hummed, tightening my hand around his tie and pulling it until he looked at me. “Be careful Tamen, or I’ll leave you tied up on my stage for all the girls to find tomorrow. Now be a good boy and give me what we both want. Give me the burn we both need.” His perfectly white teeth flashed before he leaned back in and bit my neck hard enough to draw a startled scream from my lips. “Good boy.”