Chapter 2
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Damon
The smell of sweat and alcohol fills the air.
Standing in the empty club, I watch as our custodial crew scurries around to clean for the night. Owning Shadow, an exclusive kink club, means working late into the early morning hours. It’s past three in the morning, and all of the patrons have left.
Xavier is locked in the office, going over the books, and ready to tell us the earnings from tonight’s experience.
When we opened the club a year ago, we never knew it would become such a desirable place. Word of mouth helped us gain patrons. Shrouded as a nightclub, we can sell fantasies and secret hook-ups to the public.
The business venture started as a joke made by me, my best friend Damon, and his younger brother Warren.
Our fathers have been on us to venture out and start our own business to help with the family businesses.
Being part of the mafia requires not only that you help out with the ‘family’ businesses, but also that you have your own ventures to hide the real work we do.
Shaking my head, I walk toward the bar. Warren left thirty minutes ago to meet up with a woman he met at a real nightclub.
A place where dancing and drinking are normal.
Not like Shadow, where people dance and drift off into private rooms to experience their own sexual kinks.
Now, we do have rules, and they are to be followed explicitly.
First, no sexual intercourse of any kind.
You can touch, flirt, whip, and give oral, but no penis penetration can occur.
That would turn us into a prostitution ring, and we really don’t need the feds finding out and shutting us down.
Now, does it happen occasionally? Fuck yeah, it does.
But do we promote or ‘allow’ it? Hell no.
Most people who use the private rooms are doms and their submissives. Some get private dances, and experience kinky other forms of sexual desires.
“Damon, are you still out there?” Xavier calls from the office upstairs.
I glance up and see him peeking out of the heavy wooden door that hides our hidden office. No one is allowed upstairs, but we still take severe safety measures to keep our office hidden from the public.
“Yeah, I’m about to leave,” I yell back.
“We made over a hundred grand on tonight’s experience,” he shouts.
I cringe, knowing the custodial crew is loitering around and probably heard that.
However, none of the people who work for us would dare to break into that office.
No one is allowed up there, not even staff.
Rumors of our mafia ties circulate throughout the club, and we don’t try to stop them.
Fear goes a long way toward keeping people out of your business.
“Nice,” I responded.
Grabbing my keys from my navy suit pants, I decide to head home.
In only a few short hours, I will need to meet my father at one of his warehouses.
Mine, Xavier, and Warren's dads own a shipping warehouse that rents shipping containers. We also deal in shipping illegal weapons, drugs, and other goods that we don’t bother to ask about.
If someone is willing to pay for our services, we don’t ask what is being shipped.
We’ve made our fair share of enemies over the years, but thankfully, the guys and I have managed to stay out of most of the wars because of our separate business ventures. Unfortunately, we do end up still doing jobs for our fathers. In our families, you never say no.
I walk outside, and the scent of fresh ocean air seems to calm my nerves. Our club is in an industrial warehouse near the shore. It’s tucked away in a part of town where you would never expect a club to be located.
I unlock my steel-gray Range Rover and hop inside. Driving home, I roll down my windows and allow the cool breeze to blow on me. I live near downtown in a beachfront condo. It’s heavily secured with private entrances and a doorman.
I love my job at Shadow, but it still hasn’t fulfilled the deep-seated, dark desire I thought it would.
Unknown even to my closest friends, I have a secret fantasy of finding a woman to be submissive to me.
I thought opening a kink club would allow me to find women who would entice me and fill every dark, twisted sexual thought I had.
But, I still haven’t found anyone who has made me want to jump into the crowd and claim her.
Maybe one day I will find that woman, or I will just continue living a life of crime and misery. Alone.
Rules apply to everyone at Shadow, including us. We wear masks just like everyone else. Our identities will remain hidden forever.
Maybe that is why I still haven’t found the woman that I’m looking for.