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“I’m good for now,” Dan told him.

“I’ll go make some calls.” He rose to leave, but, as he passed, his boss whose mere presence instilled a sense of calm, clapped his hand on his shoulder and squeezed. “Hang in there, Dano. It gets better. Just ask Rick, Dex, Jonas, Sean, T, Joseph, and Arturo. You’ve just got to get past the initial shitstorm. Then, I swear it’s smooth sailing and is so fucking worth it.”

Chapter 13

AFTER BELLA’S SHIFTin the lounge late Tuesday night, which ended after midnight and technically made it Wednesday morning, Dan showed her to the women’s locker room. She changed out of her work clothes and into what was in the Nordstrom’s bag he handed her—a floral lace teddy in ivory with a robe that belted at the waist. The mesh sleeves matched the trim on the teddy, and it was short, coming to the very tops of her thighs. But it preserved her modesty somewhat because the sheer lingerie left nothing to the imagination, especially the back, which was essentially straps and a thong.

When he led her out onto the playroom floor, the spectacle before her wasn’t as jaw-dropping as the first time, but it was close. There were still half-dressed and fully naked people scattered throughout the room, many watching others engaged in various forms of kinky play, but there were far fewer of them. She saw faces she knew, regulars in the bar before or after playtime, but just as many were strangers. Dan stopped and talked to several. If she didn’t know them, he made the introductions, referring to her not as his girlfriend, but stating, “Meet Bella, my submissive.”

Most smiled at her; others simply nodded in acceptance. She received no censorious looks and felt no judgment. The sense of community amazed her. Everyone was so accepting, she felt like she had found a place where she belonged.

Chains clinked like on the first night. Leather against skin echoed off the walls. Moans filled the air. There was another noise, but she couldn’t place it. She strained to determine its source. Was it a sizzle? She looked around to pinpoint where it was coming from, deciding it was more like a zap.

Impatient to find out, she remembered her manners and waited for her dom to finish his conversation then tugged on his sleeve. “What’s that strange sound, sir?”

“You’ll need to be more specific, beautiful. It’s like an orchestra of sex in here.”

“It’s like electricity arcing.”

He glanced to the left, scanning along the wall then smiled. “Someone is using a violet wand.”

“What’s that?”

“Come along, my little innocent, and I’ll show you.”

Dan took her hand and steered her through the modest crowd, the sizzle and zap growing louder as they neared. He had the advantage of height, and, when they got closer, observed, “It’s a demonstration. This should be eye-opening for you.”

They stopped in front of a station where a good-sized group of spectators had formed a semicircle. There were no spotlights, but she saw flashes of brilliant color on the wall.

“I can’t see anything,” she whispered in frustration.

Dan maneuvered her into a space at the rope only wide enough for one, so he stood behind her, watching over her head.

She could feel the electricity in the air and had to strain to see the big man, dressed all in black, moving around a table. He held a device giving off a low hum and an iridescent purple glow. When he moved it close to his partner’s skin, it crackled, emitting the sound that had first caught her attention. He traced patterns over her belly, down her thighs, and up her sides, which must have tickled because she squirmed and giggled, earning her a scolding from her dominant.

The current arced and danced in the gap between the device and the submissive’s skin. It illuminated every curve and contour it passed over. Bella watched in awe, the static charge in the air making the hairs on her arms stand on end. It was unlike anything she had ever witnessed—a common theme with every visit to Club Decadence.

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