Page 28 of His Dark Vices

"Welcome, sir," a young woman greets us with a slight bow of her head.

I don't say anything, just watching as Sam acknowledges her with a tilt of his head before breezing past her. She's wearing a leather dress with a frilled skirt, matching the vibe of the two shirtless men in leather pants on either side of a second door ahead, which leads deeper into the building. I can hear thumping club music, and suddenly, I'm excited.

The men let us through with silent nods into the darkness beyond. Sam and I pause there, taking in the scene. Energetic, bass-heavy music envelops me, and bodies in various states of dress grind on the dance floor. I look around, expecting there to be a bar somewhere, but there isn't one, and I don't see anyone holding a drink, either.

I can smell incense burning somewhere, and the music, the anonymity offered by the mask, and the jumping crowd are making me want to dance. So this was the surprise? Taking me out dancing? But what's with the attire?

I squeeze Sam's arm, eagerly looking toward him to see if he's ready to hit the floor, but he's looking elsewhere, not at me. He's watching two women approach us, and he doesn't seem like he's going anywhere. I stiffen beside him.

The women slide right up to us, the one in a cute gray mouse mask clinging to the one on the left, who's wearing a white cat mask. They're dressed in a matching set of lacy lingerie and stockings, each in either white or gray to match their mask. I guess they forgot their dresses at home. From the angle of their masks, I can tell they only have eyes for Sam.

"Look who it is, Kitty and her Mouse," comes Sam's muffled voice.

The two women giggle and shiver with pleasure, Mouse hugging Kitty's arm tighter.

"Wolfie, we haven't seen you in too long, you know! Where have you been? I've been sniffing everywhere for you!" Kitty paws at Sam's chest playfully while Mouse nods along.

"Been keeping busy," he replies shortly, not reacting to her touch.

"Have you come to play with us?" asks Mouse, trailing her fingers up and down the inside of Kitty's arm. "We haven't done a scene tonight, not yet. Will you keep us company?"

I shift uncomfortably next to Sam and frown beneath my mask.

"No, I've only come to dance. This is Bunny, we're here together." Sam gestures toward me, and I nod at the two, not really wanting to speak.

They don't spare me a glance and instead start protesting, both of them pressing forward to lay their hands on his chest.

"Aw, come on!" Kitty purrs.

"Can't you play a little?" Mouse whines.

They go on like that until Sam gathers their hands up and pushes them gently back.

"Don't be rude to Bunny," he chastises sharply, and they shrink even further back.

"Sorry," they mumble to me, and Mouse tangles herself back up with Kitty.

"Well, don't be a stranger. Come and find us when you're done… dancing."

The two women giggle and slip away, their hips swaying as they edge around the dance floor and disappear.

Sam doesn't say anything. But he watches them go.

It totally feels like I'm not getting the full story here, which is making me feel worse than I was already feeling. I thought we were going to have a night of fun, but that interaction has thrownme completely off. I want to be upset that he made me watch that, but the guilt from snapping at him makes me freeze. Plus, we've never discussed what we even are.

But I hate the thought of him playing with them.

"Sorry, those are just a couple of girls I know. I used to come here alone more often."

"To dance?" I ask quietly. My voice betrays my insecurity. I'm indirectly asking about them, like I'm trying to punish myself or something.

"Not to dance," Sam says gently. He turns to me and takes my hands. "You can dance here, really let go if you want to. I thought you might want to dance like no one was looking, and this is the only place that grants you that anonymity. But this place is also a sex club. You can hold consensual BDSM scenes in the back, if you want. Or you can just dance, it's up to you."

I glance in the direction where I last saw Kitty and Mouse, remembering how they threw themselves at him. What kind of scenes was he doing with them? I don't know anything about BDSM, but they seemed to like him a lot.

Does he wish he could do a scene with them now? He wouldn't have invited me here if that was the case, seeing how easily he could have gotten it. I believe him, but I can't help but wonder if he'd be satisfied with just dancing here. I bite my lip under the mask.

"Come on, let's dance," he says, starting to pull me toward the other dancers.

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