Page 31 of Killian's Vengeance

Now that I had a plan, curiosity started burning inside me. What would a sex club be like? What kind of people would be up there? I headed for the door and was relieved to find it unlocked. I looked down the hallway and saw several doors. I knew one was Killian’s security office. I took a guess based on the likelihood that the last door at the end of the hall would lead to a set of stairs.

Fearful I’d be caught and sent back to my—Killian’s—room, I practically ran down the hallway, my flip flops treading silently on the cement floor. Fortunately, someone had closed the door to Killian’s office, so they never even knew I’d passed by. I opened the door and happily found a set of stairs going up to the club. I looked down at my outfit, feeling some chagrin at how casual it was. I looked like I was going to a freaking barbecue. Well, a kinky barbecue considering the logo on my shirt.

I ran up the stairs and took in the room. I’d always imagined a sex club two different ways. Dark and sexy, with low lighting and pops of color as heavy hypnotic music played in the background or a dingy, creepy shithole full of equally creepy perverts.

I was happy to see that The Red Room was the former and definitely lived up to its name. The space had a lot of dark nooks and was filled with low, blood red lighting. There was a large bar in the middle of the room with one half of the room filled with various types of seating, from tables and chairs to couches and loveseats. The other half had the same type of equipment that was in Killian’s room, which was being used in any number of curious ways by the moderate sized crowd that was in attendance.

I stared at the bar longingly, dying for a drink after the last couple of days, but I had no money. Maybe Killian had a tab. I wandered over and sat on the stool, still taking in the sights, sounds, and smells of the heady, decadent environment. I was more than a little self-conscious about my outfit, since most of the women were wearing much sexier, much scantier clothing than me.

I rubbed my sweaty palms against my oversized denim skirt and headed for the bar. The man behind the bar looked at me and did a double take, staring at me like I was a ghost. Did I know him? Then I glanced down self-consciously at my clothing. Was he shocked to see someone like me in a place like this?

A sudden, horrifying thought occurred to me. Did he know that Killian had me locked in the basement? My cheeks filled with heat at the thought and I hesitated at the bar stool. Should I go back downstairs?

The man shook his head slightly and grinned. “Can I help you, sweetheart?”

I cocked my head. He wasn’t acting like he knew me now, so maybe I’d read him wrong. “Uh, yeah. Do you know Killian?”

“Sure.”

“Can I get a drink and put it on his bill?”

His eyes widened slightly. “You want to put your drink on Killian’s tab?”

“Yes, if that’s allowed.”

The man frowned slightly, dark brown eyebrows over light gray eyes. He was actually pretty attractive now that I studied him. “Yeah, I guess you can do that. He won’t be mad?

“Uh, we’re sort of…friends,” I finished lamely, considering that we had the weirdest friendship in history.

He smirked. “Right, friends. Who are you?”

“My name’s Willa,” I said and reached out my hand to shake his.

“Hi, I’m Martin. I’m the manager of The Red Room.” He’d said his title with the same gravity someone might use to declare they were President of the United States.

“Oh, hello, Martin. So, can you get me a Cosmo and put it on Killian’s tab?”

“Sure thing,” he said, replying with an easy smile. Yes, the smile made him very attractive. “Where did you get the t-shirt?” he asked conversationally, gesturing with his chin toward my shirt.

“Killian gave it to me. My other shirt got…damaged.” Ripped off my body.

“Hm, he tell you there’s a dress code here?”

Of course, he didn’t. He’d kidnapped me and brought me here. I looked around at the various risqué outfits displayed around the room and looked back at him with a raised eyebrow. “Seriously?”

He snorted. “Well, yeah, it’s not your typical dress code. Your outfit is a little out of the norm in this environment. Especially the flip flops,” he said disdainfully. “You know how much people pay to come here?”

I shook my head. I had no idea.

“About two grand a month, depending on what kind of membership you have. If you’re a couple, it costs more.”

My eyebrows jumped. “Whoa.” I looked around at all the people. They must be pretty loaded. And pretty kinky. “So, everyone here must be pretty rich, huh?” At least I was unlikely to run into anyone I knew.

“Definitely. It’s considered very exclusive,” he said with a definite air of self-importance, which I found weird for an employee. It wasn’t like he was the owner.

“Are you a member, too? Do you get free membership working here?”

His lips pressed together. “Not free but discounted.” By the tone of his voice, it seemed like Martin didn’t have a lot of money either.

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