Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 113056 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 565(@200wpm)___ 452(@250wpm)___ 377(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113056 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 565(@200wpm)___ 452(@250wpm)___ 377(@300wpm)
Another room was a big wooden room that looked, at first like a sauna but with small and larger portholes on the walls. It didn’t take long for me to realize that porthole was not the right name for these holes. There were holes in the wall with clipboards above each hole, where Olive explained a photograph or other information would be hung. She opened a sliding door to reveal the other side. Some holes had benches with straps and it didn’t take much to figure out that women or men could be positioned or even strapped against those holes in any potential direction / position.
Katie Cupcake fake-clutched her not-fake pearls and laughed and bumped shoulders with me. Tess was wide-eyed and Tommy was stoic. It couldn’t have been comfortable to take this tour with his sister.
Another room was a big bed, in essence. A bed for about twenty. It was clearly an orgy room.
A room was designed like outer space where you could role play in an alien scenario.
There were costumes for the guests or costumes for cast members employed by the club that could create scenarios. Sex with a werewolf, sex with a sexy vampire, whatever scenario you wanted, they would try to make it happen for you. I saw a room with racks and racks of costumes.
Tours would happen throughout the evening, first for the press, and then for invited VIP guests. A theater production would be put on afterwards with a cocktail party and then some of the rooms would be open to whomever might want to partake.
“This tour is for you, but the next rounds will have staff posing and role-playing in these rooms during the tour for effect. Tommy asked that we leave that out of this tour. Some people like to watch, some to be watched. We cater to those who want to be a submissive, those who want to be dominant. We offer training courses for potential Doms and subs alike. We have shows. We have parties. You can hire someone to fuck you. You can apply to do the fucking. You can simply watch. We cater to all fetishes. This is another toy room.” He opened a door.
“What’s that?” Tessa asked me, pointing at a Sybian. I only knew what it was due to my bit of research around BDSM when Tommy and I got back from Mexico.
Kate started to answer, “You sit on it and…”
“Never mind,” Tess interrupted, round-eyed. She’d figured it out.
“That’s a Sybian and that’s the flogging area. You can be flogged or watch someone be flogged. You can even ride the Sybian while swings are lowered around you with others on them,” Ben explained.
The tour went on and Tess was quiet but wide-eyed and pink-cheeked. She was having trouble hiding her reactions, but I couldn’t read whether she was embarrassed, intrigued, or just trying very hard to not show what she was thinking.
The place was set up as the ultimate fantasy place. You could describe your fantasy to a fantasy planner to find out what might be possible. And it probably would be!
I was kind of wishing we’d seen the tour with the actors, but I got how that’d be weird to see with Tommy’s sister in tow. Still… I felt a little bit of a whoosh of dampness between my thighs at one point and squeezed his hand, making his eyes hit mine and some sort of promise twinkled deep in there. I returned the look with my version of the same. I didn’t know if my eyes twinkled or not too, but judging by his reaction, I think I got my point across.
As our tour ended, Ben and Olive excused themselves and left us to go walk through the next group, which consisted of the others in the group of investors accompanied by dates.
Myself, Tommy, Tess, Dex, Nino, and Will, plus John and Kate were in a large but very classy bar area where waiters circulated with champagne and fancy nibbles. The room began to fill with others as groups who’d gotten their tours trickled in. Cocktail hour would be followed by the theater production, followed by more cocktails before we’d leave. Others would stay for festivities, but we were definitely not staying for that part.
Tommy assured me we’d leave as early as possible, though we’d see the show and it’d be risqué. I’d told Tess that day about the show I’d seen here last time and figured it’d be along those same lines. Where Tess and I would typically giggle through an uber-sexy description of an event, she was quiet and stoic as I awkwardly explained.
A waiter moved to us, clearly knowing who we were as the others were given champagne and I was given a virgin Bellini.
Tommy was at my side, his arm protectively over the back of my chair, and to some he might seem casual. To me, I could see that he was alert, actively watching our surroundings. He positioned himself in a way that protected me and allowed him to see both exits in this bar.