Chapter 19
DERRICK
“Welcome, Mr. Jones.” The tuxedo-dressed doorman greets us at the door.
He’s standing behind a leather-studded reception desk with two suited-up bouncers on either side of him.
“Congratulations on becoming the newest member of The Paradise Club. Here is your card.” He exchanges the card in the letter for a gold credit card-looking thing.
“Swipe this when you want to move through the different floors.
Each level has a security door, and you will need this to access the next level.
“Miss Roberts, Miss Ferguson, Miss Eriksen, here are your temporary cards. It has the same access as Mr. Jones’ but only for one night.
” He hands them the cards. “And here are your bands,” he advises, handing us multi-colored bands.
“Each color represents what you are interested in. Pink if you’re into exploring with women, blue if you are into exploring with men.
White is no sexual intercourse, but all other play is okay, red is if you’re happy to explore sexual intercourse in the club.
Yellow is looking to explore with just one person, green is looking to explore experiences with more than one person.
Purple is okay with playing in public, and orange if you would prefer to play behind closed doors.
People will understand your interests by looking at these bands.
It makes everything more open and honest when you’re chatting with other people.
Also, there’s a black band, which means no play at all.
A lot of the staff members will have one on, but you will also see some with colored bands.
You will be able to ask them to play at any time, and they will.
” This is so exciting. I’m not going to be doing anything with anyone tonight because of Chance, but it doesn’t mean I can’t watch, it’s no different from porn.
“Drinks and appetizers are complimentary, but the club is very strict on drunkenness. You can be ejected and your membership revoked if you mess up,” the doorman tells us, then launches into all the rules regarding the club.
We all nod in agreement. The golden doors open, and a beautiful woman dressed in an emerald evening dress walks toward us.
“This is Lucy, she’ll walk you through the club showing you where everything is.” Lucy gives us a blinding smile.
“Welcome, Mr. Jones, and party, please follow me.” And we do, we follow her through the golden doors and into the club.
Wow, this place isn’t at all what I thought it would be.
It feels like we have stepped onto the set of The Great Gatsby.
I like the vibe, there’s soft jazz playing over the speakers.
Lucy escorts us over to the bar past the booths.
I’m trying to take it all in, but it’s a little sensory overload.
I look and notice the ornate gold chandeliers hanging from the ceiling and wonder who cleans them.
Would it be hard to clean them? Does a sex club get dusty?
My eyes then take in the dark walls, which seem to be painted black with gold Art Deco designs swirling across them.
Is that real gold? It sort of shimmers like it is.
That is baller using gold leaf on the walls of a sex club.
Lucy smiles at the hot bar staff, who have glasses of champagne ready for us, we each take a glass.
Lucy speaks again. “This level is the safe room. There’s no nudity allowed in this area.
Later in the evening, a DJ will play, and the dance floor fills up.
It doesn’t take long for people to move on to other areas of the club.
” She then leads us away from the bar to the grand staircase, which has bouncers guarding the entry.
Lucy stops at the bottom and smiles at the men.
“There are five levels of play. The further you ascend, the more intense the levels get.” I squeeze Ness’ hand, not sure if I’m ready for what happens on the top floor.
Then Lucy takes us up to the first floor, and my heart is beating like crazy as my nerves get the better of me. I’m not sure what to expect.
“This level is for voyeurs and exhibitionists.” Lucy points to a large glass cube room in the center of the room.
There’s a threesome happening—two women and a man.
He’s lying on his back with one girl riding his cock and the other riding his face as they kiss.
My brain isn’t processing what I’m seeing.
Lucy’s sweet voice pulls us from the porn show happening.
“I’ll be leaving you on this level. You have your map.
Please know that at any time you can use the club’s safe word ‘paradise.’ When it’s used, everything stops.
If it doesn’t, then one of the bouncers will make sure it does.
” She points to the men dressed in black who disappear into the shadows before vanishing herself.
“Okay, I’m trying not to freak out, but we just watched people have sex.” Isla giggles.
“I know, it’s kind of hot,” Stacey confesses, and we all burst out laughing.
“Maybe we should go back down to the safe room, have some drinks, and then work up the courage to continue our journey,” I suggest. The girls all think that’s a great idea as we travel back downstairs.
We head over to the bar. “Tequila shots, kind sir.” I give the hot bartender a once over. Is everyone who works here a damn supermodel?
“Coming right up, sir,” he says, giving me a once over.
“Not yet, but maybe later I will be,” I fire right back. There’s nothing wrong with flirting, it’s healthy, but I would never do anything unless Chance is here with me and is okay with it.
“Sounds like something I’d like to be a part of.
” The bartender smirks and shows off his bracelets to me.
Oh. This man is one of the staff who likes to play.
Of course, just my luck. The man is very tempting, but I’m not a cheater.
He delivers the shots to us and gives me a wink, and we all slam them back.
I think the nerves are running high with all of us.
“Is it going to be weird if … you know, we see each other doing something?” Isla asks.
“Maybe, I don’t know, just as long as you don’t ask to join me, we should be fine,” Stacey says.
“Well, I wouldn’t mind watching Derrick and the hot bartender later on,” Vanessa teases, elbowing me.
“I know you want all up in this, Miss V. But check the bands, girl, no pink on this wrist.”
“Ew, I don’t want to join in, but I wouldn’t mind watching.” Vanessa laughs, at least she’s shed her apprehension about being here, and I hope it’s not as scary as she built it up in her mind.
“You’re only human.” I smirk at her as I slide my arm around her shoulders.
“Fine, I can handle that.” Then I lean in and whisper into her ear so the other two don’t hear me.
“If you hook up with Christian tonight, let me watch, please. I have been trying to see him naked for ages, just once I want a little peek without a groupie attached to his dick. Pinky promise.”
“What?” Vanessa gasps, getting the attention of the other two, but she quickly waves them off, and they go back to their conversation. “Seriously?” she asks me.
“You know I have the biggest crush on him, and this is probably the only chance I’ll get to, one, see him naked, and two, feel what it’s like to fuck him.” Vanessa is stunned. Maybe I said too much.
“Honestly, D, if Christian does turn up, I highly doubt we’ll be having sex. We’re still on rocky ground.”
“Yeah, you’re right. Would you mind if I watched him with someone else, then?
” I would never because seeing him with those groupies did nothing for me, not that I want to watch my bestie fuck him either.
“I take it from the constipated look you have on your face that you aren’t so happy with that idea?
” Vanesa rolls her eyes at me. I have no idea if Christian is coming.
He mentioned that he does come here to release his stress instead of hooking up with random groupies.
I may have also messaged him to say thank you for putting me forward and that I’m now a member and was checking it out tonight.
I didn’t mention that Vanessa was going to be here.
“Fine, out of loyalty to you, I won’t watch.
Fuck, who am I kidding? I’ll take a peek, just a tiny one, then I will huff away in disgust. How does that sound?
” I say, trying to make her laugh. “Okay, dolls, what things do you think you’re going to check out?
” The girls shrug at my question. “Any of you going to try the cube?”
“Yeah. That’s a no for me,” Isla says, and Vanessa agrees.
“Depends on the man,” Stacey says.
Isla gasps. “You’d be okay having sex in front of all these strangers?”
Knew my Stacey bug was a kinky little wench.
“I’m not opposed to it,” Stacey says.
“You’re way kinkier than me.” Isla groans.
“What are you into, my Tinkerbell?” I ask her.
“I have no idea. Maybe I’m more vanilla than I thought.” She sighs.
“Hey, no, maybe you haven’t found the right person yet to feel safe enough to explore kinks,” Stacey explains.
“I bet Oscar is a kinky fuck.” I smirk at her.
“Derrick!” Stacey gasps.
“Ew,” Isla says, screwing up her nose.
“Oh shit,” Stacey says, her eyes widening as we see Oscar, Finn, Axel, and Christian walk in.
“What the hell are you doing here?” Oscar asks, his fury directed at his sister.
“I’m here having fun,” Isla states, standing up and glaring at her much bigger brother.
“I don’t want you here,” he tells her. There he goes, being an overprotective Viking brute again. Kind of hot, but that is beside the point.
“Too fucking bad. Derrick invited me, and I’m determined to have fun, so you can fuck off.”
“Sorry, Ragnar. Little sis is here to have fun. You need to let the leash go, or maybe not, depends on if we make it to the BDSM level,” I tease, pushing Oscar’s buttons.