Chapter 4
Hayes~
It was Friday evening, and when I walked into the club, I immediately saw Chamber at the bar, and she was speaking to whom I assumed were a couple of her bartenders. They were both wearing the same uniform top, which matched the dark hues of the place.
Acting like I belonged here, I approached the bar, letting Chamber know that I was here. “Ms. McLaurin,” I greeted as I leaned against the countertop.
Chamber turned from her employees, then smiled at me. “Mr. Rainier, so good to see that you could make it.”
God, she was such an asshole.
However, before I could say anything, she was looking back at her employees. “I’ll be giving Mr. Rainier a tour before we get packed,” she said. “So, I’ll be around if you need me, and let me know if the condiment fridge gives you any issues.”
Both girls nodded, and then Chamber was making her way around the bar, and seeing her dressed in a dark blue button-up, black jeans, and black ankle boots was making shit very uncomfortable for me downstairs.
Chamber McLaurin had one hell of a body, and my hands were just itching to touch every inch of her skin.
“Now, while I have no problem showing you the kitchens, offices, or restrooms, those are the least exciting things about the place, though our restrooms are pretty notable when you consider that they’re just restrooms.”
“I’m completely at your mercy,” I told her. “Lead, and I assure you that I will follow like a good boy.”
“That sounds like a kink for Room Two,” she quipped easily, a sweet grin on her face.
I leaned in a little closer as I said, “If you want to know about my kinks, you just need to ask.”
Instead of getting offended, Chamber just rolled her eyes. “Better we start off with baby steps,” she drawled out. “I wouldn’t want you clutching your pearls just yet.”
I just smiled at that. “Lead the way, ma’am.”
“First, we’ll visit The Bachelor Pad,” she said, leading me to the opposite side of the club. “It’s a private room for men, though women aren’t prohibited.”
When we entered the room, it was very clear why it was called The Bachelor Pad; it was the quintessential mancave, and it was clear that it’d been designed to make a man feel comfortable in his own masculinity.
From the color scheme to the huge television anchored on the wall, the room had everything that you needed for a night out with the guys.
“Anything goes?” I asked as I glanced around the room.
“No,” she answered firmly. “Safety is the cornerstone of this place, and so I never bend the rules for anyone. However, I also don’t walk around with The Ten Commandments in my hands, so if you’re here to cheat on your wife or girlfriend, that’s none of my business.”
I looked over at her. “Because women don’t come here to cheat on their husbands or boyfriends?”
“If they do, the same principles apply,” she replied smoothly. “Me nor my staff are here to act as someone’s moral conscience. As long as the rules are followed and everything is consensual, then that’s all I care about, Mr. Rainier.”
“Stop calling me that,” I told her. “My name is Hayes.”
Chamber cocked her head at me. “Would you like to see the reservation room for the ladies, Hayes?”
“But of course,” I drawled out, and I couldn’t remember a time when I’d wanted to kiss a woman so damn badly.
Leaving the room, Chamber walked me across the club again, and on the exact opposite end was a room labeled Ladies’ Night, and while The Bachelor Pad had been designed to perfection, I could only imagine how incredible this room was going to be.
Unlike men, women noticed and cared about the small details, and so the room was probably filled with all the little things that would never occur to a man.
When Chamber finally opened the door, instead of the assumed pink that I’d been expecting, I was greeted with another room that’d been designed with class in mind, and where The Bachelor Pad was the perfect mancave, this room ensured that the women in here felt like royalty.
This room was definitely a far cry from laundry and PTA meetings.
“Looks like an escape from real life in here,” I remarked, wondering how many women came here just to feel like something other than a wife and/or mother.
“Not all fantasies are sexual, Hayes,” she replied evenly. “And believe it or not, a lot of our patrons don’t come here for sex. A lot of them are just here to have a drink and unwind.”
“While that may be true, the club’s claim to fame is the sexual nature of the facility,” I pointed out.
Chamber turned to look at me. “You sound like such a man, Hayes.”
“That’s because I am, Chamber,” I replied seriously.
“And that’s why The Fantasy Factory exists,” she said. “Because most men seem to think that women are here to cater to their sexual pleasures, as if we don’t have our own.”
“So, you’re saying that it’s the other way around?”
“No, what I’m saying is that a man can have a big dick, but if he uses it for his satisfaction only, then that’s nothing to be proud of. Honestly, you’d be surprised at how many men don’t know how to have sex. Oh, they might know how to fuck, but that’s about it.”
“You sound bitter,” I said, hoping that she didn’t take offense.
“I sound like someone speaking from experience,” she corrected. “Now, would you like to see the upstairs rooms?”
“I’ve already told you, where you lead, I’ll follow,” I quipped.
“Something tells me that you’re trouble, Hayes,” she drawled out, but still led me from the room to head upstairs.
“Yeah, but I’m the good kind of trouble,” I smirked as we headed towards the grand staircase.
“There’s no such thing,” she retorted.
I wasn’t going to argue with her because she was probably right. Still, that didn’t mean that I wasn’t going to try my best to get this woman to go out with me. While it might be a conflict of interest, something told me that Chamber McLaurin just might be worth getting fired for.
*****
Chamber~
It was a shame that Hayes Rainier was so damn attractive because I resented the reason why he was here. Now, he wasn’t the first person to ever bring up selling or franchising, but he was the first person whom I found attractive enough to forget the reason why he was here.
Luckily, I was grown enough to be able to control my hormones, so no matter how charming or good-looking the man, those two attributes weren’t enough to make me lose my mind. Yeah, a one-night stand sounded very doable, but to sell him The Fantasy Factory? Yeah, no dick would ever be that good.
Once we were on the upstairs landing, I turned to him, and this was the part where it got interesting.
It was one thing to discuss sex as a common thing with your buddies, it was quite another to acknowledge that women’s desires weren’t as romantic as men liked to believe that they were.
We didn’t always play the slut because that’s what our partners wanted.
Lots of times, we played the slut because it’s what we wanted.
“So, I’m assuming that you were smart enough to do your homework before coming here,” I said.
“However, in the event that you didn’t, we have four exploratory rooms up here, and you have the choice to observe or participate in your own scene.
Room One is for degradation, Room Two is for BDSM, Room Three is for multiple-partners, and Room Four is for voyeurism. ”
“Well, I did do my homework, and while I’m aware of the rooms, the details aren’t available anywhere,” he said, and there was a good reason for that.
“We make all our participating customers sign an NDA,” I informed him. “While I have no problem with them discussing their experiences with their friends or whatever, we reserve the right to sue for anything in print, and that includes any casual social media posts.”
“Why’s that?” he asked. “If everything is above board and safe, why can’t they post about it?”
“Because for all its welcoming charm, it’s still a sex club, Hayes,” I pointed out. “And to keep it from becoming another sleazy den of sin, the privacy of what happens up here needs to be protected from the trolls of the world.”
“That’s fair,” he replied easily. “I can see a jilted wife or regretful participant going overboard.”
Moving on, I asked, “Would you like to see an observation room or a scene room?”
“Both,” he answered. “I’d like to experience what’s on either side of the glass.”
“Right this way, sir,” I said, and I noticed how his baby blues narrowed at being called sir.
As we walked into Room One, I said, “For the most part, all the rooms are set up the same. We have a few observation rooms that surround the scene room, and you’re free to just watch or engage.”
“So, if I had a partner with me, you’re saying that we could have sex in this room while the scene is going on?” he asked, and if I didn’t know better, I’d accuse him of blushing a bit.
“That’s correct.”
“Then why go to the trouble of reserving a participation room if you can just...just get it on right here?”
“If you’re looking for just regular sex, then there’s no point in reserving one of the rooms,” I explained. “However, if you’re looking to be tied up, watched, or engage with multiple partners, that can’t be done here. Those experiences are only possible in a participation room.”
Hayes eyed me for a few seconds before asking, “And how is this different from watching porn?”
“For the most part, porn is edited for maximum effect,” I answered. “So, watching a scene live gives you a better idea of the logistics when it comes to multiple partners or BDSM. It helps you decide if it’s worth the trouble or not.”
“Okay, I have to ask,” he said, and I could see him actually bracing himself. “Have you ever participated in these rooms?”
“Not in the way that you think,” I chuckled. “Before opening the club up to the public, I had volunteers who were eager to demonstrate scenes for me, and so I watched a few of each room before I felt comfortable opening the doors.”
“But you didn’t participate?” he asked curiously.
I shook my head. “No, I didn’t. I didn’t need to. The volunteers had been great about playing out all possible scenarios, including should someone not respect a safe word. Trust me, I made sure to cover everything before opening night.”
“And you’ve never had an unhappy customer?” he posed.
“Not so far.”
“Do you have a lot of people volunteering to perform in these rooms?” he asked, and again his cheeks were a bit rosy.
“Have you never had sex in public before, Hayes?” I asked, and I swear to God, that blush on his cheeks race right to the tip of his ears.
“We’re not talking about me,” he deflected, and as he pursed his lips, those dimples of his popped out again.
Just to tease him, I walked towards him until I was low-key invading his space, then asked, “Would you like to reserve an observation room for later, Mr. Rainier?”
“That depends, Ms. McLaurin,” he replied smoothly. “Will you be joining me?”
“As much as I’d love to, I can’t be seen partaking during business hours,” I answered honestly. “However, I can arrange a private scene for you if you’d like. You just have to tell me which scene is most to your liking.”
To my disappointment, he picked the safest room. “Room Four.”
“How very...conservative of you,” I smirked. “Still, I can make that happen.”
“Which room would you pick?” he asked, arching a brow.
Instead of answering him, I said, “Let’s check out the other rooms, and then we can head back to the bar. I have a feeling that you’re going to need a drink or two before the night’s over.”
“Are you always such a condescending asshole?” he grumbled, which just got a laugh out of me.
“Yes, I am.”
“Why?”
“Because nice never got anyone anywhere,” I answered truthfully.
“I hate how that’s true,” he sighed, making me wonder how many sides to Hayes Rainier there were. “However, I didn’t choose the voyeurism room because it’s the safest.”
“Then why did you pick it?”
“Because I don’t have a girlfriend or a wife, Chamber,” he answered. “So, what good would it do me to get excited then go home alone?”
I arched a brow at that. “If you weren’t going home alone, then which room would you choose?”
“You tell me,” he challenged.
That was easy enough. “Room One.”
Hayes just grinned, and those dimples really were lethal.