32. Lily
Lily
I f someone had told me one day I’d step into an adult club, I would’ve laughed until I ran out of air.
Yet, here I am, stepping into one of LA’s most exclusive adult clubs, dressed like I’m about to audition for a spot as one of the entertainers at Crazy Horse Paris.
Never in a million years did I imagine I’d have the guts to pull this off.
It would’ve never happened without the sisterhood.
There’s a long driveway from the security gate to the club, flanked by tall trees and high bushes. The landscaping is as immaculate as the palace of Versailles’s gardens. My nose was glued to the window of the chauffeured Rolls-Royce Mikki hired for us girls as I took it all in.
This is like stepping into a magical land.
I spot a group of men, dressed in tuxedos or sharp suits, smoking cigars, drinks in hand. Women wearing not much strut around, winking and blowing kisses, hips swaying left to right in a tempting way.
I was certain that was enough to give me a taste of what’s to come. That’s until Michaela, Keira, and I enter the main party room.
I freeze at the threshold.
Holy. Shit.
Our surroundings scream influence, prestige, and misbehaving.
My puppet master would have a cardiac arrest if he knew I was here.
So, this is where LA’s crème de la crème comes to play.
My wide eyes bounce around the room, my senses on overdrive.
I swallow my tongue when my gaze lands on a daring brunette with brown eyes, wearing a pink see-through mesh slip.
She isn’t sporting wings or a halo. She’s wearing a mask that covers her eyes. The upper part of her slip is pulled down to her waist and her breasts are exposed. Her gigantic, sagging boobs with huge areolas droop down to her waist.
As if that wasn’t shocking enough, she’s sucking on one of her breasts. She’s so determined, it’s as if she’s trying to shove the whole thing into her mouth.
Mikki wraps an arm around my shoulders and pulls me forwards.
“That’s Shione. She’s an exhibitionist. Sucking on her own breasts while masturbating or using toys on herself while seated on a couch is her thing.
She never hooks up with anyone. She prefers going at it solo.
That’s why she’s wearing a face mask. It lets members and guests know that she doesn’t play with others. ”
I scrunch my nose. “Why bother paying the crazy membership fee?”
Mikki is about to answer when Shione slaps her enormous breast hard.
My head jerks back .
She pinches her nipples so hard, I feel it.
Dear God.
“She’s an eccentric who divorced well. Twice,” Mikki says. “She has the money and she loves being watched and watching others.”
“Okay.” I don’t get it.
“The first time at the club is jaw-dropping,” Mikki says.
“She’s right.” Keira nods. “In case you were wondering, it takes a while to stop being freaked out by people fucking each other or performing oral sex on each other on one of the oversized L-shape couches, up against a wall, in the staircase, or on the floor. And, don’t be surprise if you smell the scent of sex for days to come. ”
What have I gotten myself into? “Noted.”
Keira invited Michaela and I to her place for dinner, a scrumptious dessert, and some liquid courage. Phoenix, Rhys, and Gage are hanging out with Collin and his brother Shane.
Gage and his buddies arrived a little while ago. He’s floating somewhere.
Dominika isn’t coming because Rod refuses to let another man see her baby belly, so they’re having a private Angel and Demon night at their place. Other people in Gage’s inner circle will arrive later. I’m still trying to wrap my head around the fact I’m partying with this crowd.
In a matter of five days, I went from being a virgin to stepping into a private adult club.
I leapfrogged my way up the kinky ladder.
Unbelievable.
Nadine is going to freak out.
“Do you need a drink?” Keira says.
I shake my head. “I’m okay for now. I have enough liquid courage in my system as is.”
“Don’t forget, we’re only allowed two drinks,” Mikki says .
“I won’t.”
Security is no joke here. You don’t waltz into Dark Compulsion, even if you’re on the guest list. After signing the lengthy NDA and given a warning about the use of phones, a tall, leggy blonde secured a cuff around my wrist before giving me a club name––a computer generated Crayola color. Pretty original.
Michaela and Keira have proper club names and club rings.
When I enquired about the annual fees, my eyes doubled in size. That’s some serious coin to get your freak on.
Keira scours the room before fixing Mikki and I with her hazel-green eyes. “I’m guessing our friends who’ve arrived are up in their rooms, involved in some kinkiness. I don’t see anyone that’s part of our inner circle,” she says. “Let’s go to the bar for some sparkling water. I’m thirsty.”
“Lead the way,” Mikki says.
I follow my two friends through the mass of bodies.
I can’t help but wiggle my shoulders when I recognize the song playing.
Don’t Call Me Angel.
The perfect theme party song.
The music is low enough not to drown out conversation, but loud enough to enjoy.
With a glass of Perrier in hand, we roam around the room.
Members are serious about dressing the part.
A man in a tailored suit always looks so fucking hot.
I have no doubt my man––
Whoa.
He’s not my man. He’s my date for tonight.
After a tour of the main party room, my friends and I come to stand near the bar. A tall man with brown hair, clad in a bespoke suit flanked by two human walls of muscle approaches our trio.
“Ladies, thank you for coming out to play tonight,” the man says.
“Zeus,” Keira says with a nod.
“Hey, Zeus,” Mikki says.
Ah. Larkin Gallagher. The owner.
“Styx.” The man nods at Keira before raking his eyes up and down her body. “Emeraude.” Mikki receives the same treatment. “You ladies do tonight’s theme justice.”
Mikki’s slender curves are clad in a sexy bling rhinestone bra that you’d expect to see on the runway.
The nude padding prevents her from exposing her boobs to the world.
An intricate crystal body chain circles her waist. She paired the bra with bling silver boy shorts and sky-high silver heels.
She has silver wings strapped to her back.
Keira selected a sheer, shimmery white chemise that barely covers her ass. She has white wings strapped to her back.
Female members and guests either get to wear angel wings or an angel halo, depending if they’re spoken for or not.
Beckett’s fiancée, Arianne, is a blue angel with matching blue wings. The selfies she sent us rock.
Keira, Mikki, and Arianne owned their wings. Dominika dropped hers at Keira’s place for me to wear.
Makeup and hair were a production.
After watching way too many tutorial videos, we went all out. The end results are pretty spectacular. Any Vegas show makeup artist would be proud.
I feel like a supermodel.
“Thank you, Zeus,” Keira says.
“You’re full of compliments, like always,” Mikki says.
“I speak the truth.” The owner of the club lasers his eyes on me. “Birds of a feather flock together.” He gives me a onceover. “You’re stunning. ”
I blush.
“Ladies”—Larkin’s cognac-colored eyes bounce from Mikki to Keira—“bravo on guiding our first-timer. Wisteria, you could cause a man to suffer from a heart attack.”
He knows my club name? “Thank you,” I say from under my lashes.
“The wings send a clear message to members and guests who are unaccompanied to keep looking.” He points to his pocket square.
Men without a red pocket square have a date for the evening.
Larkin is on the prowl.
“If you weren’t spoken for, you’d be very popular tonight.”
My blush deepens.
Larkin cocks a brow. “Lucius is one lucky club member.”
Oh, yeah, Lucius is Gage’s club name. I can’t slip up. “I’m the lucky one.”
“Gorgeous and modest.” He nods. “Good on you for getting a tiger to change his stripes.” Larkin holds my gaze. “Not an easy feat considering Lucius can be dead set in his ways. You’ve reformed him.”
I’m so overwhelmed by his words, I don’t know what to say.
His eyes move over my head for a brief moment before fixing on me. “I’ve been summoned. It was a pleasure to meet you, Wisteria.”
“Zeus, it was a pleasure.” I have no idea why I feel the need to curtsy and bow, but I do.
Way to show you’re a newbie.
“I’m a mere mortal,” Larkin says. “I don’t have a drop of royal in me. No need to be that formal.”
Keira and Mikki laugh.
I cringe. “I’m sorry.”
The tall man leans into me. “Don’t worry, I won’t hold it against you as long as you promise me one thing. ”
I stare up into his amber eyes. “What?”
“You’ll let Lucius push you outside your comfort zone, so you’ll never forget your first time here.”
He pulls away and studies me from his towering height.
Oh, don’t worry, buddy, I’ll never forget my first time here. “I will.”
“A member in the making,” he says. “I’m pleased.”
There’s a bit of commotion at the bar, which pulls my attention away from Larkin. When I catch sight of the action, my eyes bulge out of their sockets.
Jaw meet floor.
A plus size woman, wearing a purple wig cut in a bob style, and sporting tattoos on each arm, is the cause of the chaos. She isn’t wearing wings, a halo, or a facemask. She’s wearing a headband on her forehead.
I’m dumbfounded by the fact she’s only wearing a G-string and platform high heels—both yellow. And she has one guy sucking on one of her giant boobs and another guy sucking on the other, and a third guy is knelt at her feet, fingering her pussy while jerking off at a furious pace.
That man’s cock needs to come with a warning.
He can’t close his hand around his shaft because he’s huge.
And his balls are the size of… kiwis.
Oh.
My.
God.
I clamp my teeth together to prevent my mouth from gaping.
Keira leans in. “That’s one kinky couple.”
I blink at her.
My gaze moves towards Mikki.
She shrugs. The expression on her face says, ‘ This is an adult club. Not a theme park for kids’ .
Larkin jerks his chin towards the risqué woman. “That’s Tetona.” He points to a less than average height, muscular, dark-skinned man in a burgundy-color suit and an open black shirt. “The bald guy is her husband.” The man is rubbing his cock over his pant suit.
His cock is running down his thigh?
Holy enormous.
“Since she’s been a member, she’s always showed up topless and wearing a G-string ––regardless of the evening’s theme.
” Larkin isn’t done shocking me. “She loves getting her mammoth tits sucked by men or women. She was quite popular during the last trimester of her pregnancy when her breasts were eye-popping M-cups. She gave birth nine months ago. This is her second time back at the club. Her popularity has skyrocketed with members who have an adult breastfeeding kink.”
Alrighty then.
“Tetona is a femdom.”
What does that mean?
God. My innocence is glowing in the dark.
“She orders her husband to whip out his dick and rub one out, while he watches others give her pleasure, and shoot his load in the mouth of one of her willing playmates—man or woman. Whatever her husband lacks in height, he makes up for in dick size. Which is why Tetona doesn’t allow any of her playmates to suck off the hubby’s dick.
She’s territorial like that.” Larkin’s explanation rattles every good girl fiber of my being.
Holy fuck.
“The guy knelt at Tetona’s feet is Gilby.
I’ve been told his superpower is his longer than average tongue and the fact he knows what to do with it.
He’s one of Tetona’s favorite playmates.
She always comes, screaming, gushing all over his face.
Gilby’s fetish is eating out women who have the ability to come like water fountains.
That man can eat pussy morning, day, and night.
I’m sure it’s only a matter of time before Tetona sits on his face. It’s a pretty spectacular show.”
Too much info.
“Those members take playtime at the club seriously.”
No kidding.
“The headband lets members and guests know they can approach her even if she’s married,” Larkin says. “Anyone can suck on her tits and play with her pussy. However, she’ll only suck her husband’s cock and he’s the only one allowed to fuck her.”
I pick up my jaw from the floor.
Tetona’s eyes meet mine and she waves me over with one hand, the other pointing at her boobs.
This isn’t pushing me out of my comfort zone. This is jumping out of an airplane without a parachute.
Nope.
Not happening.
“Hard pass.” The words rush out of my mouth. I hope I didn’t commit a faux pas.
“One on one is more up your alley?”
I stare up at Larkin. “Yes.”
“In that case, you’re ready to go up to your room and play. Lucius wanted to give you time to soak in the… atmosphere.” Larkin produces something from the inside of his suit jacket. “Your keycard. Lucius is waiting for you in your assigned room.”
“Thank you.” I pluck the card from his fingers.
“I assume, Styx and Emeraude explained how the keycard works?”
“Yes.” I recite what my friends told me. “Once I scan the card against one of the iPads near the elevator, it will show my room number and the location of said room.”
“Good girl,” Larkin says. “You’re ready to play.”