Page 12 of House of Payne
I would have thought a man of his status and caliber would be familiar with places like this.
Places that operate under the radar, right under people’s noses.
“Ourexclusivemembers each receive a unique gold tattoo to access our lower levels.” I discreetly cover the keyboard, quickly punch in my code, and watch the doors close. The elevator begins to descend. “It’s only visible under UV light, which the elevator knows how to scan. The doors only open once the scan is complete. There are four basement levels, only one of which is open to those with our exclusive memberships.”
The elevator doors open. “Welcome to Mercy.”
Phoenix is submerged in a world of pleasure, and I watch as he takes in everything it offers. We don’t hide anything, nor do we pretend to be something we’re not. Which is why the open displays of sex in the front room are allowed, and in some cases, encouraged.
They are there to make sure anyone who walks in through those coveted doors knows what they’re getting into.
This is likely the only place in the world where they can be themselves. If fucking in a bar is their preference, then so be it. Not all men enjoy privacy. We cater to everyone.
Phoenix is at a loss for words. He’s probably never seen something like this. Women with pretty dresses hiked around their hips, eyes on him, realistic moans falling from their lips, and daring him to come closer.
“All members must be tested the same way the women are. Of all things, we promote safe sex.”
He raises an eyebrow, a flicker of unease flitting across his features. “Are all of these businessmen?”
“In one way or another.” I look ahead, as the soft singing of a woman fills my ears. “Some men are from elusive motorcycle clubs. Some are from the mafia, and some live in their mother’s basement, watching porn and having come up with an invention worth millions.”
A frown hovers on the edge of Phoenix’s lips. “Criminals?”
“No need to worry. We also promote safety, and no weapons are allowed. We operate on a three-strike system, but physical violence of any kind is not tolerated and results in an automatic ban.”
He’s quiet for a moment, lost in thought. “So, what are the requirements to be down here?”
“Our exclusive membership is three times more than our basic package, and you will have to complete an initiation.”
“Initiation?” He repeats. “What am I supposed to do?”
“You won’t know until it’s time.”
“Is it deadly?” He looks at me.
I chuckle. “We would never risk your life.”We want your money.
“Alright then.” His gaze turns back to the scene playing out. His eyes squint. “I think I know that man.”
I look over and recognize Paul Wesley, the mayor of a large, very well-known city who is running for senate. His face has been everywhere, as he’s convinced the country to vote for him as the next President of the United States.
If Paul were caught here, it could mean the end of his campaign, but who would find out? Who’s here to take a picture of him with his face between some woman’s breasts, nuzzling them while he grips her ass, giving each cheek a slap here and there.
“Remember, discretion is key,” I remind Phoenix. “You signed acontract.” Before coming down here, each prospective exclusive member is required to sign an NDA to protect the privacy of everyone here. “You don’t want to know what happens when you break our contracts.”
His jaw tightens. “What happens now?”
“Tonight, you can experience what it’s like to be a member of Mercy with no strings attached. If you don’t like it, you can walk away, and if you do, you have my contact information.”
Hardly do they ever not like it.
Phoenix, I can tell, isn’t going to be an exception.
He’s already salivating, but I give him credit for hiding it better than most.
My eyes connect with one of our redheads, and a quick chin gesture has her approaching. “Treat this one nice,” I instruct her, and she’s quick to get to business, slowly taking off his tie. Phoenix opens his mouth as if he wants to say something before it closes abruptly when her lips find his neck.
That’s as good as done.
