7. Axel
Axel
I t took me longer than I’d wanted to get ahold of Gravity’s employment records. Once I did, it wasn’t hard to find their IT guy.
I’m parked down the street when I spot him exiting the club’s employee entrance, with a fucking briefcase.
He’s a nerdy fucker and not someone I’d anticipate to work at a high-end kink club, but then again, most people underestimate me too, so here we are.
Shortly after he turns out of the parking lot in his blue Audi, I casually start my truck and follow him home, where he thankfully lives alone.
“I get it buddy,” I mutter into the crisp night air as I quietly exit my truck, careful not to spook him. “We’re lone wolves… until we aren’t.”
Over the years, I’ve learned how to master the art of sneaking up on people.
Every piece of clothing I own, I have confirmed makes no noise when I move around and when I walk, I make sure I land gently on my whole foot.
I’ve also learned how to focus my breathing in a way that doesn’t draw attention.
And oddly enough, I learned the hard way not to stare too intently at anyone’s back.
One guy felt me staring at him just as I came up on him and turned right before I grabbed him.
Clocked me right in the jaw. I still managed to accomplish what I set out to do, but came out with a nasty bruise to show for it.
Lesson learned, because I haven’t had the same problem since.
As soon as he unlocks his door and swings it open, I pounce and push him inside with a quick shove.
Most people react one of two ways. They run or freeze.
Sometimes they also scream, but something told me I wouldn’t have to worry about that with this one.
The second he turns, his mouth gapes. He looks like he’s about to piss himself. I knew it. The guy is a pussy.
“I’m going to talk and you’re going to listen, Chester.”
“My name’s Lester,” he whimpers with a slight tremble.
“I don’t give a fuck,” I assert. “You’re going to call your boss tomorrow and quit your job. Then you’ll apologize for the last minute notice, but offer up your highly recommended replacement. Easy fucking peasy.”
“But why would I do that? I love my job.”
I charge forward, my hand flying out to pin his neck to the wall.
“Trust me when I say you do not want to challenge me on this… Chester,” I spit.
“You’ll do what I tell you by noon tomorrow and then tell him your replacement will be there by five.
Do you need me to tell you what will happen if you don’t? ”
“N-no,” he stutters. “But I do have a question.”
I raise an eyebrow.
“I can recommend you, but who’s to say Hayes will actually hire you?”
“You let me worry about that.” I release my grip on his throat and he hunches over to get his breath back. “Just make sure you’re convincing.”
“Here’s where you’ll be working,” Hayes announces, opening the door to my new home.
This is more monitors than I technically require, but it’s the tech they have, combined with VIP access to the club facilities that I’m looking for.
It’s perfect for what I have planned. If I have to do some actual work, while I’m at it, so be it.
“It’s probably not what you’re used to, but we invested a lot of money into the setup, so we can ensure our members the safety and security they’re looking for. ”
“It’s perfect.”
“Your references are stellar, but nowhere did it say what you actually did for your clients overseas.” He didn’t ask a question, but I can hear the implication of one in his tone.
Chester did a good job of getting me in the door with his high praise of my abilities, but I also came with a pile of references that he’d be an idiot to ignore.
“Yeah, I know,” I respond flatly. I’m not going to give him any more information than he needs.
He’s halfway out the door, before he turns to me and asks, “You’re not going to tell me anything else, are you?”
“Nope.”
“Didn’t think so. Just know… Ryker and I take the safety of everyone in this club very seriously. If you want to keep this job, you better do the same, regardless of whatever and whoever is in your past.”
I give him a sharp nod in agreement and he leaves, shutting the door behind him. He won’t have issues with me. I’ll do my job, but it’s all incidental. I’m here for one person and one person only.
I did my research before I came to Gravity.
It’s built in an old abandoned church and has become the premier kink club in Chicago in less than five years.
They have a bar on the main floor and the play area is split between the basement, with various private and open play spaces.
The old Catholic school, where the classrooms were, have been converted into themed play rooms. There’s literally at least one room for any kink you can think of.
I’ve seen my share of clubs, American and European, but even I have to admit, this one is special. From the ambience to the general vibe, it’s just… different.
They take the safety of their members and guests seriously, with their two drink maximum and their bar coded wristband system to ensure people don’t exceed the limit and end up in the kink area intoxicated.
Makes me wonder how Wrinley was so shitfaced when she left here that night.
That won’t be happening again. I need her to remember everything that’s about to happen to her.
I’m going to seep into every pore until I know every last inch of her, inside and out, and she has no choice but to savor the experience.
Not like she’ll have a choice. She’s infected my mind like a virus with no cure and I’m going to repay her by doing the same.
I settle into the only chair in the room that’s not quite meant for someone with a 6’4” frame, but I’ll manage.
Looking around at all the highest tech equipment, I let out a groan because this is going to be so much fun.
I’m the best at accessing whatever I want electronically, but when I couldn’t get past Gravity’s security systems to watch my little trouble maker while she was inside, it lit a fire under my ass that told me it was time to take things to the next level. Now I’m here and she’s still oblivious.
Sliding out the keyboard, I log into my surveillance system and scroll through the long list of cameras I have access to until I find the one I want. When all eighteen screens light up with the same image, my breath catches.
Wrinley is splayed out on her bed with her hand in her fucking pants, squirming and writhing, clearly desperate to get herself off.
At this point, I’m not sure she does anything else.
I’ve seen this exact image before, with her silky soft locks spread around her head like a halo and her legs propped up on the bed, knees slightly spread.
She always has panties on, like there’s a part of her that knows she’s being watched and she’s too embarrassed to show herself.
Except, as good as I am at sneaking up on people, I’m even better at hiding my cameras. There’s no way she could know.
She has her phone up, watching something on the small screen.
I don’t need to look to know what she’s watching.
My dick twitches knowing she's watching the same thing she always does–porn. You’d think she was a sixteen year old boy with how often she fingers herself to filthy movies.
Not that they’d actually qualify as movies.
I’m about to ruin all her fun, though, because I’ve been watching her for a while now… waiting for the right moment to make my move. Being inside Gravity with all this access seems like a good time as any.
Picking up my burner phone, I open my texts and type out a message that definitely won’t show a number on her end.
ME: Club Gravity. 11:30pm. Wear something slutty.
TRAINWRECK: Who the fuck is this and how did you get my number?
Little does she know, I have a lot more than her number.
ME: Do you not know how to follow directions? And here I thought you were a good girl.
She’s now fully upright in the bed, staring intently at her phone, but she doesn’t respond.
ME: Disobey me and there will be consequences. If you do as you’re told, I’ll reward you.
TRAINWRECK: Why would I do anything when I don’t know who you are? You’re probably some psychopath that likes to murder and feast on unsuspecting women. I’m not going to be dumb enough to walk right into your fucked up trap.
My jaw clenches at her insolence as I watch her pace her bedroom. If she were here, I’d show her exactly what happens when she decides to get mouthy. But, I’m nothing if not determined.
ME: Wouldn’t be fun for either of us if I only played with you once and then got rid of you, now would it?
Just get your ass here and don’t be late.
There’ll be a guest pass at the front for you.
Try to hide from me. I dare you. I will find you.
If I don’t find you, you’ll never hear from me again. Your safeword is crinkle.
TRAINWRECK: This is so fucked… what happens when you find me?
ME: I’m not going to give you all the answers. See you later if you’re brave enough.
ME: One more thing… don’t wash your right hand. I’ll know if you do.
I shut off my phone as soon as my last text is delivered, before she can suck me into her orbit and I can’t escape.
I need to keep a clear head, which is getting harder and harder to do when it comes to her and that pisses me off more than watching her touch her cunt with a hand that isn’t mine.
She’s still pacing and staring at her phone like she’s waiting for another text to come.
Sorry, little trainwreck. It’s not coming.