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“Soooo… Besides the anonymity, what else is good about the club?”
“It’s a little,” he hesitates. “Unorthodox.”
“Meaning?”
“As long as there is consent between the parties, anything goes.”
“Care to be more specific?”
He sighs, shifting down gears to overtake a car and then speeding past them before he answers.
“When we get there, you’ll need to sign a non-disclosure contract because you’re not a member. I’ll vouch for you regardless, but you’ll still need to sign. It’s similar to the contracts we have the members sign at Arcane. Things can get pretty heavy and… dirty in there. It’s not clean cut like our club.”
“What do you mean?” I can’t help but ask.
He side-eyes me again as he says, “The entire club is one big fuck-fest full of depravity and debauchery. Women and men might have collars and leashes around their necks, their masters letting anyone feast on or fuck the shit out of them. Humiliation is a huge kink in this club, and people are not shy, if you catch my drift.”
My pussy clenches at his admission, but fear runs down my spine as well. “So it’s a free-for-all?”
“No. All parties must consent. It’s heavily guarded, and security will not hesitate to step in and intervene. If you say no, Raine, they must respect that. You won’t need to worry about that tonight, though; I’ll be with you.”
My mouth is dry, and I try to swallow, but I find it difficult with the lack of saliva. “Do you have some water?”
Acheron points to the side of the door where there is a drink holder, and sure enough, there is a fresh bottle of water. I unscrew the cap and take a healthy sip, noticing the grin on Acheron’s face while he drives.
Half an hour later, we are sitting in front of a set of gates like the ones we have at Arcane. Acheron’s car moves at a snail’s pace until we reach the guarded entry.
A man with a blonde buzz cut and brown eyes sticks his head down and smiles when he sees Acheron.
“Mr. Hexino. So nice to see you again.”
Acheron nods once, and I watch the encounter, not missing the young dude checking out Acheron before he notices me in the passenger seat.
“Oh…and who do we have here?”
“This is…a friend. Can I go in now, Doug?”
“Oh, shit, of course, Mr. Hexino. Have a nice evening.”
“What was that?”
“What?” he snaps, sounding irritated.
I point back toward Doug. “That.”
“Nothing.”
“I think he likes you.”
“No, he just likes the taste of my cum.”
I laugh and choke on it. “The fuck?”
“Shut up, Raine. A mouth is a mouth, and you know it.”
Well, he’s got me there.
“We have to go through the front entry for you to sign the contract, and then we can head in,” he says, pulling into an empty space and turning off the car. “Any questions?”
