Page 17 of Sage

Marcy pressed her lips together, nodding her head while awkwardly swaying back and forth. “I’ll admit when she contacted me yesterday and said she needed to come clean, I thought she was going to tell me she ended things because she had cheated, not because of the extracurriculars that she didn’t want to get me involved in, or the fact that her initial interest in me was… you.”

Curiosity piqued his interest.“How did that make you feel?” A sudden cool breeze stirred the air inside the apartment and Hans, keeping his gaze steady, and invited Marcy to come inside.

Marcy had never been inside Hans’ apartment, he watched as she looked around, seemingly assessing her surroundings while using it as an opportunity to gather her thoughts.

“I’m here, aren’t I?” The look that Marcy gave Hans when she said those words made him realize that he might not be the only one trying to decipher any lingering feelings for Sage. “I’ve missed her. I haven’t dated anyone since because I was left with so many questions. I couldn’t help but feel like I wasn’t good enough for anyone, thatIwas the one who had fucked up.”

Hans agreed. “She definitely has a way of doing that.”

They fell silent. Both unsure of what to do or say next, until Marcy cleared her throat and gestured at the door. “Are you ready or are we just going to stand here all evening?” she asked, attempting to change the subject.

Hans stumbled over his words. “Let’s get this over with.” Hans opened the door and the two stepped out of the apartment into the night. He pulled the door closed behind him, twisting the knob to ensure that it was securely locked before locking the deadbolt, pushing on the door one last time.

“I don’t think anyone is going to budge that.” Marcy laughed at Hans’ overly prepared door-locking skills.

“One can never be too cautious… Sage proved that to me time and time again.”

Marcy smiled. “Lucky for you she’s going to be at the same place as us for the entire evening,” she reminded him.

“True.” He nodded in agreement. “What an interesting night this shall be.” The two made their way to Marcy’s car, Hanstried letting go of his nerves still unsure of where he was being escorted.

Chapter Twelve

Club Red

Club Red was in Greenville, a couple towns over from Acadia, tucked back in the warehouse district away from the normal Saturday night hustle and bustle.

During the week it was one of the hottest, members-only nightclubs that everyone in the area dreamt of being accepted into. On the weekends it was transformed into something darker. Non-members even spread rumors that it was a hip Vamp club, convinced that the owners would go so far as to allow human sacrifices on the full moon to induct their new members. The rumors got so outrageous that the local police got involved. In reality though, that did nothing but add an extra layer of protection to the club which was actually a place for kinksters to unleash their inner desires.

“The place hasn’t changed much.” Hans was unphased by their arrival.

“Surprise,” Marcy said sarcastically as she pushed the button that opened the gate.

“Do you have a code?” A voice came over the intercom.

“Charlie, Romeo, four, two, seven,” Marcy responded and the gate started to open.

“Alright Marcy, have fun tonight.” A click soon followed and the voice was gone.

Hans hadn’t been to Club Red since he and Alana were together the first time. Part of him wondered if he would see any old friends still hanging around or if he was going to be able to fly under the radar. He didn’t exactly look forward to trying to explain that not only had he and Alana broken up, but she had recently passed.

Once they had been directed where to park by the parking lot attendant, they made their way up the sidewalk where security greeted them and opened the door.

The place was dimly lit, string lights and LED candles lined the long hallways that led toward various rooms and into the main dungeon. During the week these rooms were closed off, but tonight they were open for business. Hans took the opportunity to look in each room they passed in their search for the woman both he and Marcy craved.

Loud thuds could be heard from the first room where a woman was strapped to the St. Andrews Cross. She moaned, an orgasm clearly begging to be released with each thud she received. Even in the poor lighting, Hans could see the bruising starting to take shape across her body. The implements of the person servicing her were lined out on the table next to the door perfectly.

“Beautiful,” Hans whispered as they kept moving forward. Marcy took note of the passion and fire returning to him.

In the next room there was a woman suspended from the ceiling, her rigger creating a piece of art with intricate knots. A second woman stood off to the side waiting for her turn. Shibariwas something that Hans had always been interested in. He and Alana had discussed taking classes together, but they had been unsuccessful in obtaining any information.

“She should be here somewhere.” Marcy was starting to seem nervous.

??“You know Sage, she is probably in the main area,” Hans reassured her. Their whispers caught the attention of the rope bunny that wasn’t currently tied up. Her eyes met with Hans and they exchanged a smile before he decided it was time to move on. “Why don’t you go on ahead? I’ll be there soon.” His voice lowered and words flowed from his mouth slowly. At first, Marcy seemed confused but when she realized what room they were approaching next. She took the hint and left Hans standing there.

He slowly crept up towards the door, touching the doorframe and allowing all the memories that he and Alana had shared in this room come back to him. “I miss you, Alana.” Hans whispered before stepping back into the middle of the hallway. His mind was set on figuring out where Sage and Marcy had run off to, and he started to make his way to the main dungeon area.

Loud moans could be heard down another corridor that was typically reserved for private parties. Hans couldn’t help but stand at the end listening to try and figure out what type of party could be happening down the long secluded hallway. Once the sounds became scarce, he turned, running into another member of the club.

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