6. Ryker
6
Ryker
I t’s only 9pm and we’re packed. We’ve been open for an hour and I’m already behind the bar, helping Jake and Roxie keep things under control. Although that's not all that different from other nights, tonight is particularly hectic.
“What the fuck is wrong with people?” Roxie yells over the music. “Don’t they know this is a classy establishment? That guy just tried to grab my tits.”
I would worry, except she can take care of herself. She’s proven it, time and time again. “What did you do, Roxie?” I question with a grin on my face.
“The better question is, what didn’t I do, boss?” She wiggles her eyebrows and makes it clear I don’t want to know. She and Jake have worked at Gravity since we opened. I trust them explicitly, so if she did something to that fuckwad, he had it coming. We pride ourselves on being a high-end kink club and do expect our members and their guests to not be fuckwads, but there’s only so much we can do. If he continues to be a nuisance, I won’t hesitate to revoke his membership.
As soon as the bar traffic slows down a little, I excuse myself and head over to a far back booth in our VIP area, where I find Hayes deep in thought. “You okay, man?”
“Yeah, I’m just thinking about something I’d like to try in the club.”
“Is now really the time? It’s a little busy. Surely, you have more important things you could be doing.”
“That’s the point, Ryker. It’s busy, but we’re currently limiting club entry and everything practically runs itself these days,” he says while rubbing his clean-shaven jaw. “I think I want to add classes to the lineup.”
“What kind of classes?” I inquire, sliding up next to him.
Leaning back with his hands behind his head, he answers, “We should be doing classes. Think about it. We could offer everything from beginner safety to advanced rope or impact. The options are endless.”
It really is a good idea. He’s been in the lifestyle almost as long as I have and he’d make a great teacher. “By we, you mean you, right?” He’s the more patient of the two of us, that’s for sure. Teaching is the last thing I want to do. Things are so much easier when submissives have at least some experience.
“Yes, I mean myself. I wouldn’t let you teach a class if you begged me. No offense.” Some taken . “You would scare everyone away. You can’t even deny it.” The fucker hits me with a wide grin that makes me want to punch him in his pretty face, but he’s not wrong.
“You’re right. Teaching is not my thing. But I do think it’s a great idea and you should set it up. It could be a big deal for the club and would set us apart from others like us.”
“Hey now. There’s no one like us.” He’s right again.
When we built Gravity from the ground up five years ago, it was hard to imagine it being so successful, but we did it and now we’re the premiere kink club in Chicago. I can honestly say I’m proud of what we’ve built together. We each order a glass of bourbon and sit back to watch this well-oiled machine we’ve created. He’s so excited about this new adventure and it leaves me wondering what might be next for me.