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Chapter Nine
At nine on the dot, Diamond entered the club, her jaw dropping as she took in a scene that was wildly different from the one on Tuesday night. It was like walking through the curtain into a BDSM circus. The lights were dimmed, and the stage was dark. The real entertainment wouldn’t begin until ten, and thankfully she wasn’t a part of it. Her job tonight, as Pax had explained it, was purely to be a hostess. She was dressed in a black and red leather mini dress and spiked suede stilettos, and a large choker bearing the Rojo symbol completed the getup. Pax had explained that it was to emulate the collars worn by many full-time submissive in the scene.
“Someday,” he had told her, as he had fastened it earlier that evening, “you will wear my collar.”
The simple edict had sent a shiver down her spine, and her pussy had throbbed with desire and anticipation. They weren’t ready. She wasn’t ready—but just the thought that someday she would wear something that’s sole purpose was to stake his claim on her and serve as an ever present reminder of her commitment to serve him was a heady one.
The club was packed with people, and just as Pax had predicted, many of the women, and a few of the men too, wore similar piece of jewelry. Tonight was a play night. All of the hardcore Vegas scene members were here. You could tell just from the look of them that they were pros. Large men dressed in black with bulging muscles, wielding floggers, and whips were scattered throughout the club. One looked directly at her, and winked, and she froze mid-step. It was intimidating to be surrounded by such an abundance of testosterone and sheer unbridled dominance.
“Keep walking—they’re like animals—they can smell your fear.”
Startled by the voice, Diamond looked to her right, relieved when she saw Crystal. “Really?”
Crystal shook her head, looking amused. “No, silly. They are just like-minded people, here to drink, play, and socialize with other like-minded people. Sure, they look a bit scary, but most of them are big old teddy bears—at least to us,” she added with a giggle. “I sure as hell wouldn’t want to be one of their subs though. These guys are pros, the best of the best. It is a bit scary until you get used to it. C’mon,” she said, grabbing Diamond by the elbow and guiding her straight towards a big group. “I’ll introduce you around.”
They stopped right in front of the biggest group. The men were all dressed in head to toe black, ripped with muscles. Upon closer inspection, she could see that each of them had at least one woman with them, and many had several. She hadn’t seen the women before because they were all kneeling on the floor. Several of them were in the position Pax had referred to as a standard high protocol position. Legs apart, hands upturned on their thighs, heads down. One was knelt over in a forward facing prayer position, her nose nearly touching the floor, and bound in ropes from head to toe. Another was on a leash, with the chain held by the largest dominant in the group. None of them spoke a word when she approached.
“Good evening, Crystal. Who’s your friend?” Diamond actually had to crane her neck up to look at the one who spoke. He was taller than Pax, with mocha colored skin, and short jet black hair that seemed to match his piercing eyes. She was speechless in awe at his presence, and it wasn’t until Crystal actually pinched her inner arm that she remembered her job—and her manners.
“Good evening. Welcome to Rojo. I’m Diamond.”
“Welcome yourself, Diamond. I’m Adrian. It’s nice to meet you. I’m sure we’ll be seeing lots of each other. I come here often. This naughty girl on the leash is Tabitha, my newest sub. That’s Tylea, and that’s Portia.” He pointed at a set of stunning redheads clad in black leather themselves, kneeling submissively at his feet.
“This,” he stated, jerking his thumb to the man on his left, “is my brother, Colton, and the lovely young lady with him is his wife, Petra.” He gestured to the prone, bound woman Diamond had noticed earlier. “She’d say hello, but she’s a bit tied up the moment.” He deadpanned, just before breaking into a raucous belly laugh at his own joke.
The absurdity of the hugely intimidating man with the harem of submissives in a state of near hysteria at his own corny joke was enough to finally allow Diamond to relax.
She laughed with him, and when the laughter died, the men continued the introductions, moving around the circle.
Then the group wanted a picture with her. “To commemorate the beginning of a new friendship,” they explained. Posing for pictures was the one part of her job she understood, so Diamond was happy to comply.
After pictures, they asked for drinks, and Diamond paused, looking at Crystal for reassurance. She hadn’t understood waitress to be in her job description. Her friend nodded discreetly, and a small pink notepad materialized in her hand. “The regulars prefer us over the hostesses. It makes them feel more at ease. They consider us to be part of the scene, more than the hostesses and bartenders,” Crystal whispered in her ear. “Just take their order over to Ray at the bar, and he will take care of the rest. If you don’t look busy, he will signal you to deliver it, but if you’re occupied, he will just send one of the hostesses.”
Diamond nodded, wide-eyed, and took the large but simple order. Aged scotch on the rocks for each of the men, and bottled water for each of the submissives.
“Oh, and a bowl please, for Tabitha here,” Adrian added as an afterthought.
Diamond’s eyes bulged out of her head at the implication as she eyed the collared woman, who was now red with embarrassment.
Crystal had to physically force Diamond to turn away, pushing her towards the bar. “No judgment,” Crystal scolded softly as they walked away. “It’s rule number one, and it is part of why they trust us more than the hostesses. They see us as equals, because they know we are also spanked, so we can sympathize on some levels at least. Trust me, you do not want to lose their trust straight out of the gate.”
Diamond nodded, wordlessly. In her head she was thinking that if Pax ever tried to put her on a leash and force her to drink out of a bowl like a dog, it would be the literal end of Paxton Donovan.
They reached the bar, and handed their drink order to Ray, who looked over the order, and signaled them to wait since it was such a simple one.
As they waited, Diamond took another opportunity to look around, and immediately wished she hadn’t. Tabitha, at least, was only being treated like an animal. Some of the women, also kneeling on the floor, although not leashed, actually had tails sticking out of holes in their leather booty shorts. A robust woman in front of her knelt on all fours, with a long golden colored tail sticking out of her bottom while her Dom stood over her wielding a riding crop. Diamond didn’t even want to know how the tails were affixed, although she had a feeling she had an inkling.
“You are definitely not in Kansas, anymore Toto,” she whispered to herself as she turned back towards the bar to keep herself from staring.
Ray gave them the order on two large trays, and they made their way across the club. It was a more difficult trek with the drinks than it had been without due to the abundance of random women kneeling on the floor.
They set the trays on a table near Adrian and watched in fascination as he winked at them, before serving each of the women before any of the men so much as looked at their drinks. Colton took a bottle of water, and knelt on the floor next to Petra. Grabbing her hair, he gently titled her head, and when she opened her mouth to drink, he slowly poured the water past her lips and into her open mouth.
It was the single hottest thing Diamond had seen so far. A dominant serving his submissive. While that was happening, Adrian had opened the last bottle, and was slowly pouring it into the red glass bowl. She was amused to see that the bowl was emblazoned not only with the Rojo logo, but with the word Pet, on it in elegant script. Rojo, it seemed, was well equipped for any situation.
Adrian leaned down and placed the bowl in front of Tabitha, giving her a hard slap on the rear as he straightened.
Diamond was tempted to watch to see if Tabitha actually drank from the bow as she was seemingly expected to, but Crystal took her by the arm once more and turned her away.
