Page 2 of Playing with Forever
“Trust me,” Violet drawled as we exited our townhouse and she locked the door behind us. “I don’t think you’re going to have any problem finding someone to take care of you tonight.”
The idea of a man whispering in my earlet me take care of youmade a full bodied shiver course through me. “I’d rather keep my expectations low. Be pleasantly surprised. Maybe all I do tonight is mingle and meet some potentials.”
“Do not waste your night at the Players Club by over thinking things,” Violet said, almost chastising me for my thoughts.
I sighed. “I know. You’re right. I just don’t want to get my hopes up, only to be disappointed,” I said, because if I was truly being honest with myself, I was pinning my hopes on finding a dominant, confident, alpha personality who would make all those lust-fueled fantasies of mine a reality. . . and wouldn’t consider mepervertedfor those desires.
Violet stopped on the sidewalk where both of our cars were parked at the curb, and glanced at me in that perceptive way of hers. “Look, I know you well enough to know what you’re thinking after the shitty things Heath said to you. But the beauty of a place like The Players Club is that most everyone is there for the same reason. Which is to explore and indulge in all their dirty, kinky, depraved predilections in a safe, consensual space where no one is going to judge or ridicule them for their unconventional sexual practices.”
I smiled at her, my anxiety ebbing. “You’re right. Again.”
“I usually am,” she replied cheekily. “Just leave your inhibitions at the door, follow your instincts without overly analyzing the situation, and be honest about what you want. Then, let the good times roll with some hot stud who is capable of giving you the kind of experience you’re there for.”
After that last little pep talk, Violet waved me off as she got into her car and headed to work. I slid behind the wheel of my vehicle and followed the directions on my phone to a private gated community in Summerlin, completely in awe at what I encountered when I arrived at the address’ gated entrance—an enormous three story mansion that spread out over an expansive property, the magnitude of the Mediterranean style structure matching the size of at least five houses put together.
It had been built in a discreet and secluded location up on a hill overlooking the city, and there was no doubt in my mind that I was eyeing a multi-million dollar piece of real-estate. Despite the grandeur and exclusivity of the place, nothing gave away from the outside what went on inside. It just looked like another beautiful mansion among other equally huge, luxurious estates.
I had to scan my invitation at the fancy, high-tech security system at the gate, and once it beeped its approval, the heavy wrought iron panels opened, allowing me entrance. I navigated my way along the wide paved lane that gave way to a circular drive in front of the house where I handed my car over to a valet.
Excitement and nerves buzzed through me as I headed up the polished steps to the courtyard, my heels clicking on the terracotta tiles as I approached the entrance. I couldn’t hear anything from the outside—no music, no voices, or screams of pleasure, I thought in amusement. I was sure that the neighbors down below had no idea of all the debauchery that went on inside this building. It made it all feel even sexier, the secretive, hidden nature of it.
When I reached the doors, they opened automatically for me and I stepped inside, with the same doors gently closing behind me, enfolding me into the house like the wings of a butterfly. Like I’d entered a cocoon.
I’d stepped into a foyer with soft lighting, and immediately a young man was at my elbow to check me in. He was extremely good looking, but also looked like he bench pressed elephants in his spare time. I was sure that if anyone tried to put a toe out of line, this guy would make sure they regretted it.
“Member code or invitation?” he asked, clearly not recognizing me as a regular member, and scanned the latter from my phone when I presented it to him. “You can put any of your personal items that you don’t want to worry about in one of those lockers,” he said, pointing out a sleek black panel, that upon closer inspection was sectioned off as a discreet wall of lockers. “And no cell phones past this point, please. We can’t allow pictures.”
“Of course.” Madison had told me to expect that, and I secured my purse into one of the cubbies, locking it with a code so there wasn’t a key to worry about.
He passed me an iPad, on which was a list of club rules I already knew but as a first timer needed to sign off on in person. There wasn’t anything surprising. There was a two drink maximum, and a reminder of the club’s safewords and hand signals to security if needed. And no drugs allowed, of course.
I’d filled out all the pre-approval information online, along with a required blood test for health reasons and to rule out any issues, and completed another document with my hard and soft limits. I was told there were screens imbedded in every room of the house that allowed a person to peruse their partner’s boundaries before the fun began, which could also prompt any discussion that needed to be had for clarification.
After signing all the forms, the man took back the iPad and opened another door. “Enjoy your evening.”
The sound proofing on this building was amazing, because the moment I stepped through that door, it was like I was in a whole other world.
I was now in what must have once been some kind of large grand entrance foyer, back when this was an actual house and hadn’t been gutted for renovations. They’d kept the grand staircase, but a large circular bar had been set up around it. Bartenders worked, while behind them people could head up the set of stairs to the right or left, where there seemed to be private rooms.
All along the walls were intimate booths. To my right was a doorway into what looked like a public sex room, filled with beds, in what had once been a dining or sitting room. To the left through another doorway was a room with a lounge and a stage where people performed—burlesque, extreme kinks, sex shows.
There was music, but none of it was so loud it was overwhelming. The lighting was tasteful. The walls, at least in this room, weren’t done up in the traditional red but in black with gold accents. It was possibly the classiest room I’d ever been in—and it was a sex club.
Dean and Mac had clearly spared no expense with this second club, and from what Madison had told me, their wives, Jillian and Stephanie—who owned Fantasy Bedrooms and Interior Designs, and where Madison worked for them, as well—were responsible for all the aesthetics and décor, including the various special custom themed playrooms.
Feeling almost giddy at finally being here, I headed straight to the bar to grab a drink, deciding I’d take my time and see who might approach me. Who I could flirt with and who might give me those dominant vibes I was searching for.
The moment I ordered my mojito and glanced back into the lounge area where another show was starting, I sawhim. The one man who had the ability to make my entire body light up in ways that left me breathless and restless and irritated all at the same time.
Chase Noble…because of course life liked to tempt and tease me with what I wanted, but couldn’t have.
He sat with a small group of men and his brother, Austin, who I also knew and recognized. Part of what I found so annoying about Chase was that if I didn’t know the guy, I would already be trying to get his attention in a place like this because he embodied all those traits I found irresistible. Muscular body, bad boy tattoos, and alpha tendencies with dark hair and dark eyes. Even wearing a crisp white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up to showcase the artistic ink on his arms, and nice black slacks, he still had that rugged, brooding, assertive look about him.
I eyed him from across the room, reassuring myself, not for the first time, that Chase wasnotmy type—at least not in personality, which was moody and reserved. Okay, maybe it was more that I wasn’thistype, which meant he couldn’t be mine…and I’d be lying if I said that knowledge didn’t hurt. Yeah, he’d made it pretty damn clear he didn’t want anything to do with me…for the past six years, in fact.
I knew Chase through Madison. His parents, Jillian and Dean, were one of the co-owners of the original Players Club in San Diego, and now this one. By association, Chase was a part of Madison’s world because she worked with his mother, and I also knew that Chase was now employed at the Noble and Associates security firm here in Vegas that had opened up a few years ago. We were all intertwined, however tangential.
When I’d first met Chase at a barbeque at my sister and Rick’s, I’d felt such a thrill and the kind of infatuation that set butterflies fluttering in my belly. Chase was so gorgeous, and he’d had this enigmatic air about him after having recently been discharged from the Navy. At the time, through my twenty-one-year-old eyes, I could’ve sworn I’d seen him looking at me with a spark of interest.
