Chapter 2
Spencer
As soon as we arrived at Edge, West and I made our way to the bar. Typically, that was where we would start our evenings at the club. I leaned against the bar top and looked around the club as we waited for the bartender. There were some familiar faces, but a lot of new ones as well.
“It’s like we’ve been gone for so long.” West’s comment echoed my thoughts.
“Looks like a lot of new faces,” I said quietly.
“Hey, guys, long time no see!” Ronald, the bartender, said as he came over to us. “I thought you might have moved or something.”
“No, we’re still around,” West replied.
“We have been busy with work,” I added.
“Makes sense, makes sense.” Ronald nodded and smiled. “Gotta pay the bills, right?”
“Exactly,” I agreed.
“Well, what can I get for you two?”
“I’ll take a water,” I answered, then gestured to West.
“Just a Coke.”
“Coming right up.”
Moments later, Ronald set two glasses on coasters that bore Edge’s logo on them in front of us.
“Thanks, man,” West said as he picked up his glass and sipped from it.
“Anytime. Have a good night, guys.”
“Thank you,” I said as I wrapped my hand around the glass.
West and I took our drinks over to a high-top, pub-style table.
In silence, we surveyed the room of club-goers.
With so many new faces, I knew it would be a challenge to negotiate a play session with someone unfamiliar to us.
We would have better luck with someone we already knew, and possibly someone who had previously played with us.
“So what’s your preference tonight, Spence?” West asked.
“I think a new face will pose more of a challenge tonight.”
“I agree.” West paused to take a sip from his glass. “So?”
“I’m open to female or male,” I answered.
“Are we looking more for impact play, or are we doing the nurturing daddy thing tonight?”
“Both.” I took a long drink of water and then added, “If at all possible.”
“Spence, three quarters of these people are new to us.”
“I don’t care.” I drained the rest of my water and set the empty glass on the table.
“We hardly get to come here anymore,” West reminded me.
“Exactly. We can’t lower our standards or put our needs to the side. We aim for both but can negotiate down if needed.”
“Alright. I’ll follow your lead tonight.”
As we made our way to the social area of the main floor, I spotted some friends of ours seated on a couch.
David, Steph, and Hugh saw us and waved us over.
I smiled and gestured with my head, acknowledging their invitation.
David and Hugh were both tops, and Steph was David’s submissive and wife.
Hugh was single, and from our interactions with him, it seemed that he kept all his topping activities in the club.
West and I received handshakes from Hugh and David, while Steph hugged both of us.
“Where have you guys been?” David asked as West and I sat across from them.
“We were traveling the globe and visiting exotic places,” West teased.
I added the more honest response of, “We’ve been working a lot. Several weekends out of town.” Vail and Aspen easily counted as being out of town.
“It’s good seeing you both,” Hugh said.
“It’s good to be in the club again,” I replied as I glanced around the room.
“Yeah, it’s good to be back. Though, I have to say, it’s almost unrecognizable,” West said quietly.
“There are a ton of new people since you guys were last here,” David admitted.
“We often joke about how the university must be doing a course on kink or something like that. There’s been a surge of college-aged kids that have joined,” Hugh said.
“Must be the new trend,” Steph said as she shrugged her shoulders.
“All of the newbies have been polite and nice to talk to,” Hugh told us.
“Even if few know the difference between a crop and a strap,” David mumbled.
“Again, they’re all exceptionally nice and tame,” Steph said.
“Very tame. Almost too tame. Sometimes I feel like I need to close the door when Steph and I are in one of the rooms. As if I might traumatize one of them.”
“Most of them are wallflowers and just shy, I think,” Steph added.
“Or voyeurs?” I offered.
“Few of them will actually play, which is fine. To each their own.” Hugh picked up a glass from the coffee table and took a sip of the dark liquid. “I think most of the new members are lookie-loos.”
David and Steph nodded. “The ones who do play are very mild for the most part, but there are some exceptions,” David expressed.
“Mmm.” I looked at Hugh as he made a noise to get our attention while his mouth was full of liquid. He set the glass down and said, “Like that Sky kid.”
Steph nodded again and looked at her husband. “Oh yeah. He definitely plays. Isn’t his name Skyler?” she asked.
“It is. The guy seems to be tightly wound and plays intensely,” David murmured. “He’s quiet, though.”
“Is he a top?” West asked.
“I’ve only seen him bottom,” Hugh replied. “He’s kind of a ghost.”
“He doesn’t stick around after sessions either,” David added.
West and I wouldn’t be playing with the guy. We required that our play partners at least hung around long enough to have a non-alcoholic drink with us, so we could make sure they were doing okay.
“Incoming,” David said as he looked over my shoulder. I knew better than to look, though.
Steph reached for her glass on the coffee table and mumbled, “Mhmm.”
Hugh laughed out loud and then attempted to cover it up by quickly coughing and reaching for his drink.
Just as he brought the glass to his mouth, a young woman dressed in a frilly hot-pink ballerina skirt and black tank top stopped by the coffee table.
Her hair matched the bright skirt, and for a moment I felt as though I were at a rave or Halloween party.
Furry bright pink cuffs dangled loosely from her wrists.
“Hello there,” she said to West. Her voice was energetic and bordered on high-pitched. I was instantly annoyed by the sound of it because I felt like it was fake.
“Hello,” West politely replied.
“I’m Mitzi, and I’m sure I haven’t seen you around before. Are you new?”
West conversed with the young lady, as I focused on Mitzi’s furry cuffs.
Were they just for show and part of the outfit?
I couldn’t see anything metal, such as a D ring or other fasteners.
But while I glanced at the cuffs, such that they were, I noticed her dramatic footwear.
At first, I didn’t think she had shoes on, but on closer examination, I realized I was wrong.
She wore what looked like clear acrylic shoes with chunky blocks for heels.
I looked at David, Hugh, and Steph to see if West and I were being punked.
“No, not new. I just haven’t been to the club in a while,” West divulged.
“Ohhh, so you’re seasoned,” she chirped.
“Yep.”
“And you know what you’re doing?” she asked.
“I promise, I do,” West replied.
“Care to show me?” Mitzi’s voice had dropped from the high-pitched noise to an attempt at sounding seductive. Was this girl for real?
“We might not be compatible. I might be into different things,” West explained as he continued talking to her.
“No, I’m sure I would be into whatever you’re into. In fact, I bet we’re even close in age.”
“Really? How old are you, Mitzi?” I want to slug West for continuing to engage with this girl. Clearly, she was here for the novelty.
“I’m twenty-two.” The annoying high-pitched tone was back.
“Either you’re a very bad guess of ages or I just look really young. I’m thirty-five, sweetheart.”
Mitzi clapped rapidly and twisted from side to side, waiting for West to jump at the chance to have a session with her. She must be used to the attention elsewhere. But when West didn’t say anything else, she prompted him.
“Sooo?”
“What?”
“So don’t you want to maybe slip into a private room and show me all your dommy-domness?”
This girl cannot be for real.
“I’m a top, not a dommy, as you call it.”
Despite West nonchalantly putting her in her place, this girl continued. “Okay. Well, want to top me or show me what you’re into?”
“I’m into threes.” West gestured his thumb toward me. “This is Spencer. We make up two of the three, and we’re into impact play,” West simply put it.
“Ohhh, two of you?” Her eyes lit up.
“Yes.”
“And what a coincidence! I’m also into threesomes and impact play.” It grated on my nerves the way she giggled when she said impact play.
“What kind of impact play do you like? Or what are you interested in from Spencer and me?”
I could have killed West for seriously starting to negotiate something with this girl. She was all for show and just hanging out in the club for whatever trend was going on in her circle of friends.
Suddenly shy Mitzi whispered, “Spankies,” as she put her hands behind her back. She lowered her head but looked at West and murmured, “I’ve been a bad girl and need two toppers to give me spankies.”
Hugh coughed, stood, and walked away without another word.
His coughing sounded forced, and I knew he was trying to stifle laughter.
I looked at Steph, whose mouth was tightly closed and was focused on a loose thread on the side of David’s pants.
It was obvious that this girl was a mess and was desperate for attention.
Attention seekers in this environment were a danger to themselves.
I looked at West when he bumped the back of his hand against my knee.
I raised my eyebrow at him, unsure what he was expecting me to say.
“What do you say, Spence?” Both of my eyebrows shot up at his question. Had he seriously asked me if I was interested in this? I continued to stare at him as he asked, “Should we go discipline Miss Mitzi?”
I looked at West for a long moment before asking, “Are you sure that’s what you’d like to do tonight?”
West glanced around the room, and when we made eye contact again, he nodded. I sighed and took a deep breath. I gestured with my hand, letting him know to lead the way.