Chapter 23
CHAPTER 23
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Hello, The Red Door. I’m baaaaack! This time, with no allergy-inducing makeup, a barely-there black thong with the cutest little ruffle around the waistband, and a black strapless bra with a matching small ruffle along the top edge.
I got an email that required me to, once again, sign all the non-disclosures and to update my sexual preferences, interests, and hard noes. I’ve already confirmed that Dracklen will be working tonight, and while I think I will see Jack, he hasn’t told me one way or the other if he’s going to be there.
I should first be worried about why Lenora needs a meeting, but I’ve talked to her regularly and know she’s on track with her book. Because I know that, I find myself thinking over the sex list I sent into The Red Door more than my meeting with her. Not very professional of me, but what do you expect when the meeting is at a sex club?
So here I go again. I’m still nervous, but this time, I know what to expect. I’m no longer a club virgin. The question is: will I still be an actual virgin by the end of the night? Anything goes! Well, anything on my preference sheet, that is. Let’s do this!
Paige looked up at The Red Door. She was ready. She walked inside wearing a wrap dress that was easy to take off and put on. The door was opened by two large men with black masks standing in the vestibule.
Paige knew to go to the right where the visitors were signed in and then given their gauzy wraps and masks. Inside was the same hostess from March when Paige had last visited.
“Welcome back, Miss Reading,” she said with a smile even before Paige could hand her the guess pass. “Have you read any good books recently?”
Already Paige was so much more relaxed as she took the black mask and covered her face with it before unwrapping her dress. “I actually read a great one last night about a man who owns a sex club and falls for the virginal waitress.”
“Oh, girl. Give me the title. I’ll have to read it and dream. One of being a virgin and two of a sexy sex club owner.”
Paige slipped on the sheer white gown and buttoned it up to indicate she wasn’t open to sexual advances at this time. “Don’t you live it?”
“Here?” she asked, shaking her head. “I forget, you’re not a full member. I can’t tell you much, but I can tell you the owner of the club is a woman. So, no brooding owner for me. However, there are some waiters here who could tie me up any time they want. Now, do you remember the rules?” she asked as she slipped the little red door that hung from a black ribbon onto Paige’s wrist.
“No gold doors. Those are for VIPs. And no real names. And here’s my phone. ”
The hostess took it, wished Paige a good time, and told her she’d have some book suggestions for her by the end of the evening.
The hidden door in the back of the guest room opened and Paige walked through confidently. She knew what to expect this time. The naked women dancing on tables didn’t faze her. Against the back wall was the bar and she could see Dracklen doing his thing. To the left, the submissives were sitting in position hoping to be picked by one of the doms chatting to her right.
Paige headed to the bar first. Dracklen knew everyone and he’d be able to help her find Lenora. Plus, she just wanted to see her friend. Paige took a stool. The second Dracklen saw her, he smiled. “Welcome back, Miss Reading. But closed?” he asked, looking at her sheer white dress.
“I have to meet Miss Star first, then this puppy is being torn off. Hopefully by that Storm fellow,” she said, looking at the man in charge of assigning and monitoring the private rooms.
Dracklen chuckled. “Little one, you couldn’t handle Storm. “Now, I can give you the names of some good members to meet if that’s your goal tonight.”
“Sure. Point me in the right direction. I trust you.”
Dracklen winked and didn’t look too trustworthy when he did it. It reminded her he did work at a sex club after all. “We have several VIPs that would be good, but they mostly stay in the VIP area. But, if you see a Mr. Poseidon or a Mr. Paris, don’t think twice. Mr. Paris has long had a membership but rarely attends. However, rumors are he’s back. As for regular members, Mr. Titan or Mr. Steel are very well respected.”
“And you know who they are under the mask, don’t you?”
Dracklen smiled. “I’m not supposed to, but you know I make many friends here. ”
“Why does Mr. Paris rarely attend? Is he married?”
Dracklen raised an eyebrow. “Would it matter? They’re members and cleared.”
“Oh, I don’t know.” Paige had never thought about ending up with a married man. She really didn’t like the idea of that, even if it was an open marriage.
Dracklen laughed. “Your face is priceless. None of them are married. Mr. Paris was once a frequent visitor. But in the last five or six years, he’s become busy with more important things. However, I know he’d be an excellent partner for you and I heard the excited sighs from the women that he might have checked in this evening. Now, run along. Your Miss Star is in the public viewing room. You know how she enjoys role play.”
“I do. Oh, Dracklen, is Mr. Lion here tonight?”
Dracklen nodded. “VIP room. Let me know if you need anything, little one. Now, have fun.”
“Thank you. You’re the best.” Paige blew him a kiss and then slid off the stool.
Paige headed to the public viewing area. Two men opened the large doors and she stepped inside. Someone was tied to the Saint Andrew’s Cross. In another area, two men and one woman were in a role play situation. The woman was the boss and the men were competing for her business, well, competing sexually, that was.
Lenora Hamilton stood right up front, watching the action. The tall Hollywood blonde bombshell was in a black lace leotard. It was completely see-through and left little to the imagination.
“Hello, Miss Star.”
Lenora turned to her with a huge smile. “Miss Reading. Good to see you again. Look at Miss Honey. When she orgasms, it’s the sweetest thing you’ll ever see.”
Paige turned and watched the show. She was growing hot even in her little gauzy white dress. Lenora wasn’t lying either. It was sweet. When the scene wrapped, Paige turned back to Lenora. “You wanted to see me?”
Lenora nodded and turned to watch a woman flog a man in another part of the public space. “I’ve gotten a legal warning from one of the men that appears in my book. Most have happily agreed to let me use their real names. I don’t trash talk most of them, so their ego gets a nice boost. However, some of the men asked for and I agreed to use fake names for them, especially those now married with families. The trouble is the man who is the villain in my story. He did some not so nice things to me. I want to say his name and give the proof of his actions. And trust me when I say I have proof. I have actual footage from my security cameras.
“I have to leave tomorrow to film on location for three weeks. I’m going to have my ghostwriter send you the sections I wrote about him next week, along with the legal brief my attorney wrote. I want your legal department to review it and provide notes. Then we can meet when I get back. I want his name published as long as neither of us ends up paying that asshole a dime.”
Lenora sounded more serious than Paige had ever heard her. “Who was it?” Paige asked, already thinking about how to approach legal and Jack with this.
“Chip Avara.”
“The son and heir of Avara Entertainment, the film studio?” Oh shit. This would be huge. And a legal nightmare.
“See the problem? Daddy gave him a vice presidency. A man like that abuses the power that comes with it.”
“I do. Send me everything and I’ll talk to legal. We’ll have a plan by the time you get back from filming.”
Lenora nodded. “Thank you. It means a lot to me to expose him. The rest of the book is perfect. It’s happy, it’s light, it’s about growth, love, and embracing your sexuality. But there can also be a dark side to that. Chip is that dark side. Now, enough of him. How is your mission? Still a virgin?”
“I have so much to tell you, but it’s not professional,” Paige said with a smirk that caused Lenora to playfully smack Paige’s bottom.
“Don’t make me tie you to the cross. And what’s with this closed dress thing? I see what you have on under there and you need to show it off.”
Paige laughed and filled Lenora in on her sudden lack of confidence, what Max had said that had gotten her thinking, her discussion with the doctor, and now what her plans were, but she left out their names. Dr. Ambrose was pretty well-known in the sex world. “Oh, and Nikolas sends his greetings.”
Lenora smiled at the Nikolas comment but looked thoughtful at the rest. “I understand what that friend of yours said,” she said about Max. “It’s actually very sweet. I also understand the path of self-discovery you’re on. So, what are you going to do tonight now that our meeting is over? Will you go home? Watch? Or open your dress to take your next adventure?”
Paige winked at her and opened her dress, pushing it back and placing her hands on her hips. “Does this answer your question? Dracklen gave me some names. Maybe you know them and can point them out.”
“Oh, I like this. I can add some names to your list as well. Who did he recommend?” Lenora asked as she began to scan the crowd.
“Mr. Steel, Mr. Titan, Mr. Poseidon, and Mr. Paris.”
Lenora’s gaze stopped and she smiled wide. “Well, well. Mr. Paris is looking our way right now.”
“Where?” Paige asked, unable to hide the excitement from her voice .
“By the VIP door.”
Paige scanned the room and stopped at the private VIP entrance. A man in a tuxedo was leaning against the wall, his arms crossed across his chest, and he was staring right at them. Well, probably at Lenora, but damn, he was sexy. His mask covered most of his face, but Paige could still see a sexy jaw and very kissable lips.
“What do you know about him?” Paige asked Lenora.
“His family is very well-known, but he’s made his own way. He has a very good reputation inside and outside of the club. But he disappeared about five years ago. It’s quite the surprise that he’s here tonight.”
Paige watched as woman after woman approached him. He gave them a nod, said a couple of words, and sent them on their way.
“Interesting,” Lenora said, with a cock of her head as she watched. “Maybe he’s only here to watch.”
“How well do you know him?” Paige asked, suddenly a little concerned about having sex with someone Lenora had. The submissive hadn’t seemed like a big deal, but there was nothing submissive about Mr. Paris.
“Not in the way you want to know him. I know him from the social scene outside of the club. Again, I haven’t seen him in years though.”
“How can you recognize anyone here?” Paige asked, looking around at the tuxedo-clad, masked men. They all began to look a little alike.
“I don’t remember a man for his face. I remember a man by his body, and that is not a body that is easy to forget.”
True. Mr. Paris was a vision of sheer masculinity.
“Ah, competition. There’s Mr. Steel,” Lenora whispered as she looked in the opposite direction from Mr. Paris.
Paige followed her gaze to the man making his way toward them. He was shorter and softer than Mr. Paris. His face was rounder, but he wore the nicest smile. “What about Mr. Steel?”
“Nice guy. He really makes sure you enjoy your experience. He’ll go slow. It’s about the tease for him, not the BDSM. He gets off on you getting off, which is why so many women love him.”
“How does that compare to Mr. Paris?” Paige asked as she glanced back to see that Mr. Paris was no longer at the VIP door. In fact, she didn’t see him at all.
“I was never with Mr. Paris, but from what I heard he was much more confident in the bedroom. Less talk, more action, but just as many orgasms from what I heard.”
Paige turned to see Mr. Steel approaching them, but then he paused.
“Miss Star,” a deep voice said from behind them. “Could you introduce me to your friend?”
Paige turned to see Mr. Paris towering over her with an intense look in his deep brown eyes. His brown hair was slicked back with gel, which, even with the mask, seemed to accentuate the angles of his face even more. He was sexy as hell now. She couldn’t imagine what he’d look like with the mask off and naked.
“Mr. Paris. It’s so lovely to see you again. It’s been far too long. How is your sister?”
“Busy running her empire. How are you doing? Breaking hearts and taking names?” Mr. Paris asked with a slight French accent, which must be the reason for his name here at the club.
“Always,” Lenora said proudly. “This is my dear, dear friend, Miss Reading. Miss Reading, meet Mr. Paris.”
Paige instinctively held out her hand to shake his. He seemed amused but took it in his hand. It was much larger than hers as it seemed to engulf it when he brought it to his lips. He placed a kiss on her hand and when he lowered it, he didn’t let go of her hand. Instead, he held on to it.
“Excuse me, Miss Star. I was also hoping to meet your friend,” Mr. Steel said, having decided to throw his hat in the ring.
Mr. Paris didn’t let go of her hand, but also didn’t stop her from being introduced.
“I’d love to get to know you better, Miss Reading. Can I see your card?” Mr. Steel asked.
“My card?” Paige had no idea what he was talking about.
Mr. Paris fingered the dangling card. “There’s a hidden QR code in the door. You can scan it at that little device by each door. It shows the form you filled out on what you like and don’t like.”
“Oh,” Paige said, staring down at the card and then at Mr. Paris’s bare wrist. “Why don’t you have one?”
“I do,” Mr. Paris answered as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a card that matched hers, except it said Mr. Paris on one side, and on the other was a set of gold doors. “Men tend to have pockets.”
“I tried to have pockets put in my thong, but it just ruined the look,” Paige replied, causing Mr. Paris to give her a smile that was so panty-melting she had to look down to make sure hers were still on.
Lenora looked between them and then at Mr. Paris. “Well, are you throwing your cock in the ring or what?”
Paige almost choked, but Mr. Paris just winked at Lenora before turning to Paige. “Miss Reading, my cock is all yours if you want it,” he said with clear humor in his voice. “The choice is yours, though.”
Paige looked at the man to her right. Mr. Steel was obviously going to be nice. Everything about him screamed politeness. Then she looked to Mr. Paris. Nice wasn’t how she would describe him. Well, he’d been nothing but polite. However, there was an air of danger to him as well. One that made her think if she walked down that path, she might never be the same again.
“So, which will it be, Miss Reading?” Lenora asked.
Paige took a deep breath, her decision made.