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She checks to see that Frost isn’t watching – he’s not, he’s restocking the fridges – and slips her shoes off, hurrying around the now deserted space, grabbing the empties and lining them up on the bar and then quickly and efficiently cleaning the tables and surfaces down. I watch in amusement as she darts around the space, trying to be as fast as possible before Frost catches her with her shoes off.
It makes me smile. Has she already forgotten where my office is? That I can look down and watch her at any time and see that she’s disobeying me.
I pull out my phone and rattle off a quick text to Don, asking him to take care of my first dungeon master shift for me, then I message Frost about Candy’s shoes.
He takes his phone out, reads my message, and looks up towards the office, before leaning over to see where Candy’s discarded her shoes.
A wicked smile stretches across his cold face and he slips out from behind the bar and silently stalks over to where Candy’s reaching over her final table that she needs to clean. Her tiny velvet skirt has ridden up and her ass must be on display because Frost stops and stares at it for a minute.
I imagine her pinned down on that table, Frost taking her from behind while I fuck her mouth and all of our members watch on and delight in the show. Fuck. That makes me throb.
A laugh slips past my lips when Frost brings his hand down on her ass and she jumps up, furious, and spins to face him. She raises her hand to strike him but he catches it easily and says something to her, his gaze intense as he nods up towards me in the office. Even though she can’t see me watching them, Candy pales and jerks free from his grip, scurrying over to the bar and sliding her shoes back on. Frost laughs, adjusts his crotch, grabs her discarded cleaning supplies and returns to the bar.
That’s my cue. It’s time for Candy to learn that she’s not working in any old bar. It’s time for her tour.
I step out of the office and make my way to the bar, my eyes never leaving Candy’s figure as she nervously awaits my arrival. Frost must have told her I was coming, he knows me too well.
When I reach the bar, Frost hands me my favourite drink and steps aside, giving me room to stand in front of Candy. I take a slow sip of my bourbon, letting the silence between us build.
“Do you know why we’re different from any old bar, Candy?” I finally break the silence, my voice low and commanding.
Candy swallows hard, the precariousness of her position finally dawning on her. “N-no. I don’t.”
“We offer our customers an experience they can’t get anywhere else,” I reply, leaning in closer to her. “And to do that, we need to have employees who understand what our customers want and need.”
Candy nods frantically, her eyes wide with fear. I can tell she’s starting to understand the situation she’s found herself in.
“That’s why I’m going to give you a tour, Candy,” I say, my voice measured and controlled. “I want you to understand what it is that we offer here, and what is expected of you as an employee. Frost, you got this?”
He nods and smirks at me. No doubt he thinks she’ll run when she sees what we’re about, but I’m not convinced. She’s curious.
“Sure thing, boss.”
I nod my head at him in thanks then turn to our newest recruit. Her eyes are wide and apprehensive, the flickering of her pulse in her neck giving away her nerves.
“Follow me, Candy.”
With that, I take her hand and lead her away from the bar to the first door on the left. Her skin is so soft, her hand so tiny anddelicate in mine. It stirs that protective instinct in me that I tend to keep suppressed.
Each door represents a ’wing’ of the club and has a corridor leading off it, some with staircases to other floors. Each area is zoned, and some are themed. There’s communal spaces, private rooms, even a basement, a rooftop terrace and a fenced off woodland area outside for our bunnies to get chased. The club is vast, but the bar works as the hub, a central location where all can congregate and mingle.
Everything is exquisitely decorated and themed for the holidays, even though the location of the club is temporary. Open for the holiday season only, we’ll close in the new year and reopen next December in an entirely different location – if all goes to plan.
As we walk, I can feel her trembling beside me. I stroke my thumb along the palm of her hand to reassure her, and a faint whimper escapes her lips. She knows that she’s in for something different, something she’s never experienced before. And I’m going to enjoy showing it to her.
I swing the door open, revealing a vast, dimly lit room, and guide Candy inside. I hate to release her hand, but when I slide my palm along her back, she leans into my touch. She’s irresistible. Her eyes widen in wonder as she takes in the breathtaking sight that unfolds before her. This chamber holds a special place in my heart. I eagerly observe her absorbing every detail. It’s clear that she’s strategically avoiding looking at the more provocative aspects of the scene, opting instead to focus on the surrounding ambiance.
Branches hang from the ceiling, their lengths entwined with fairy lights and green moss, a large full moon light suspended above them. Vases with branches and woodland flowers dot the space, cleverly disguising the more practical amenities needed in a sex club, and tree trunks zone off each of the large, leather-lined booths. Even the matting underfoot has the springy quality of a forest floor – just without all of the dirt and muck.
The air is thick with the scent of pine to enhance the experience and the sound of moans and cries echoes off the walls to a backing track of sultry music interspersed with forest sounds.
Candy turns to me, eyes sparkling. “This is so beautiful.” I raise a brow at her and her cheeks flush. “I meant the decor, not the…you know.”
Fucking. She can’t even say the word. Internally, I groan. My dick throbs. How is she this…naive? Innocent might be a kinder way of putting it. But I’m not feeling particularly kind. I’ve been with every type of woman, in every type of way possible. And yet, none of them have made me feel the way Candy is right now.
Excited. Enamoured . Enraptured.
Before us, people are engaging in all manner of sexual activities. There are men and women, some naked, some clothed, some tied up and blindfolded, all having a great time. They pay no attention to us as I guide Candy around the room, but their sounds of pleasure fill the air. It’s a communal space where guests can have fun, but nothing fazes me anymore. I try to see it through Candy’s eyes as a newcomer, as someone totally new to the scene, but I can’t. It’s just…the same old.
