Chapter 2
Chapter Two
Cassi
Excitement runs through me. I feel like I’ve been waiting for this birthday my entire life.
First as a kid you look forward to double digits, then it’s sixteen so you can drive, eighteen so you’re an adult.
We all know that the real prize is that golden twenty one.
You can drink, legally, get in anywhere you want.
The world is your oyster and being a minor is a thing of the past.
My two best friends and I rented a hotel room downtown for the night and the original plan was to go bar hopping. Until I heard about this club last week. A sex club.
There is no name for it, publicly, that is. Just an address, a few words on an otherwise blank website and a plain brick building on Pine avenue.
When I brought up the idea, Arianna and Naomi both seemed hesitant.
Eventually, though, they came around. Now we’re standing in front of the address, and my heart is racing.
Wild fantasies of what is inside have been dancing in my head all week.
I’m just hoping it doesn’t disappoint. I mean, how could it?
We are three single women who haven’t been laid in a hot minute, apart from Naomi who has never been laid period.
If all we find behind these doors are a couple of good orgasms and some free drinks, then it’ll be more than worth it.
Twisting the strings of my gold masquerade mask in my hand, I knock against the door. A large bouncer steps out as he looks us over. Smiling to him, I speak what I’ve gathered is the password for entrance.
“Gratify.”
He gives me an approving nod before taking our ID’s, glancing at them before handing them back.
“Masks on, ladies, and welcome to paradise.”
My entire body is practically buzzing as I turn my head to look at my two best friends.
Arianna is wearing a little black dress that matches her jet black hair with a matching black mask, my god it’s like she doesn’t own a single piece of color in her wardrobe.
Naomi finishes fastening her red mask, a good color against her blonde hair and grey eyes.
Flipping my red hair over my shoulder, I lead us down the hallway as we follow the bouncer. It feels like the hall goes on forever and I’m only mildly beginning to panic that I’ve gotten us into a bad situation until we turn a corner and a whole new world explodes right before our eyes.
Lights flash in every direction, drapery is gorgeously arranged all around, sexy music thumps all around us reverberating through the space as the entire room overloads my senses in the best way.
My eyes bounce around wildly as I attempt to take it all in.
Gorgeous men and women are sprawled out across every corner.
Some are flirting at the bar top, a few are walking one another with collars and leashes.
Some are getting blow jobs right there in the middle of the room.
The place immediately oozes sex, passion and power.
I swear to god I’m getting a contact high off it already.
Arianna and Naomi look to see a very beautiful woman bouncing on a man’s cock.
“Fuck,” Naomi huffs.
“I told you guys, right?!” I squeal. “I wonder where the bondage demonstrations are.”
Honestly, that’s the main reason I wanted to come here.
I came across some Shabari porn last year and I’ve kinda become obsessed.
I’ve tried to teach myself some basic knots and ties but honestly, it doesn’t do the same thing for me as someone else doing it.
Not like I’ve ever found anyone willing to do so.
Chicken shits.
Naomi rushes up the stairs behind me, a level of excitement to her steps that I didn’t expect from her as we leave Arianna to fend for herself.
Love you babe.
We all knew we’d split off as soon as we got here. Which is why we agreed to text each other if any of us were leaving and we’d all meet up at the hotel room later. Hopefully not too soon.
When we get to the top of the stairs, a man is standing there with a kind smile on his face and an iPad in his hand.
“Welcome. What desires can we fulfill for you today?”
“Are you on the menu?” I flirt because god he’s gorgeous. He’s giving businessman meets model.
He gives me a gracious smile but shakes his head.
“Unfortunately not, but two beauties like you should have no trouble finding company for the night. Do you have any rooms, kinks or demonstrations you’re interested in? We have sense depravation rooms, exhibitionism/voyeurism displays, group play, bondage—”
“Bondage! Definitely bondage,” I say a little too enthusiastically.
He smiles politely as he gestures towards a set of elevators.
“Next floor up, second door on your right.”
“Thank you!” I smile as I go to step away when I hear Naomi shyly speak.
“What kind of sense depravation rooms do you have? Or, like, what are they?”
The guy gives her an understanding nod as he speaks.
“We have a dark room where anyone can step inside and be immersed in the moment. We also have an array of toys to take away senses as well as a glory hole room and—”
“Glory holes? That’s a thing?” Naomi asks, not near the amount of disgust in her tone as I think she’d hope to convey.
“Oh, very much so. They are pleasurable for both parties, a certain anonymity where you can just…be,” the man says.
Naomi’s eyes come to me, and I try to hide my surprise. Look at this kinky little virgin go.
“The glory hole room is just down this hall to your left,” he says as he gestures behind himself.
“Meet you back at the hotel?” I ask her.
She looks to me, a tint of embarrassment splashing across her cheeks as she nods before scurrying off down the hall.
Smiling to myself, I step into the elevator, hitting the next floor as the doors close.
When they open once more, I follow the guy’s directions and find myself stepping into an already crowded room.
Everyone is circled around a woman in leather lingerie, walking around a chair with a large bundle of rope in her hands.
“Bondage isn’t just about the kink of it.
It’s about power. The power you’re relinquishing by being tied up and the power you’re receiving by your partner gifting that to you.
It’s a complicated and balanced push and pull that comes with an act like this.
Above all else, safety is always the underlying theme.
Safe words are key in order to fully drop your guard and thrust yourself into ecstasy. ”
Her words are practically speaking to my soul, I feel myself nodding along, agreeing with every word she says as my eyes stop on a man across the circle from me.
His eyes are already on me, a fine three piece suit on, with his jacket unbuttoned.
It looks incredible on him, paired by his black hair and dark eyes.
He’s holding a glass of something brown, which could attribute to the almost dazed look in his eyes.
Well, dazed isn’t quite the right word, relaxed maybe?
Dazed means you’re out of it and with the way this man’s laser focus is on me, he has to be the most alert person in the room.
Forcing myself to break eye contact with the man, I focus back on the demonstrator because if there is one thing I know about men, it’s that they want what they can’t have. Or at least what they perceive that they can’t have.
“Now I’m going to walk you through how to do a basic interrogation chair. Once you master a few of these knots, you can come up with dozens of variations to keep playtime interesting,” the woman says. “Do I have any volunteers?”
My hand shoots up despite my racing heart. I don’t exactly mind being the center of attention, but I also don’t exactly know what I’m signing myself up for, either. Oh well. Here we go.
She smiles nodding and gesturing for me to come forward. I do my best to push my insecurities to the side, smiling as I sway my hips to the chair.
“Sit,” she says.
I do so instantly, staring up at her when she turns to the crowd again.
“Can I get another volunteer?”
My stomach dips at her words. For some reason I thought she’d be doing the tying.
My eyes drift around the room to see several hands shoot up when the man with the nice suit and dark eyes follows suit, his gaze still heavily trained on me.
I swallow at the intensity of it and the demonstrator seems to notice, smirking to herself as she points to him.
“You.”
He moves through the crowd easily, setting his now empty glass down onto a cocktail table before standing before me. His eyes are hooded, a deep hazel color now clearly visible. We are locked in each other’s stare as the demonstrator continues speaking, though if I’m honest, I barely hear her.
“Good. Before beginning any kind of bondage play, it’s important to establish a connection, a trust. You have to be willing to give yourself completely to your partner and you have to be worthy of that gift.
Some magnificent eye contact, a few soft touches and even a kiss can go a long way towards establishing that physical connection. ”
As if her words were controlling him, he lifts a large hand up, cupping the side of my face as his thumb brushes against my bottom lip.
Almost instinctually, he pulls it down further and further before letting it bounce free.
In the next moment, he leans forward, stealing a kiss before I can even attempt to protest. Not like I would, have you seen him? He’s fucking gorgeous.