Sexclub??????
Angel:
What?????
Angel:
What in the world is a sex club????
Double fuck.
Angel:
OMG OMG OMG
Angel:
I just asked Allie, and she confirmed!
Angel:
WTF do I do???
Angel:
LEDGER!
Angel:
I had no idea! I didn’t even know what a sex club is!!! I still don’t think I know! It just looks like a normal club!
Okay, I need to pull myself together and respond before shehas a panic attack.
Me:
Sloane! Calm down. Go to the bar and wait there. I’ll come and get you before anything happens. Don’t go anywhere with anyone.
I’m so concerned with getting to my girl that I don’t realize she hasn’t responded. I’m standing at the bar, looking around like a madman, when she finally sends a text back.
Angel:
Oh sorry! I’m already starting a tour of the back of the club. We’re about to have some time to look around by ourselves.
Sigh. I know exactly where she is. Time to go explain to Sloane that I own a sex club. I could try to hide it, but the moment someone calls me boss, she’ll have questions.
I head to our second floor, and as soon as I step into the VIP lounge section, I see her. She’s across the room, sitting with Allie and the rest of their small group. They’re about to go back to the exhibition hall. I take three quick steps toward them when something from a deep, dark recess of my brain makes me stop.
What if I let her look?
That’s…interesting. It goes against my immediate instinct to shield my angel from everything she’s about to see back there. Some people come to Rendezvous thinking they’re kinky, but thinking it and seeing it in person are very different things. We’ve had people come through to experience something they weresurethey were into after reading about it or seeing it in porn, and then the reality is just not anything they’re comfortable with.
Ultimately, I decide to let my girl look to her heart’s content. I meant it when I told myself I would sell this club without a second thought if it’s truly something she isn’t comfortable with me continuing. There are a million other things I could fill my time with, like watching Sloane, managing every aspect of Sloane’s life to make things easier for her, and being a stay-at-home dad. My options are endless at this point, especially since I don’t need to make another dime in my life for our great-grandchildren to live comfortably.
Taking one more deep breath, I watch the bouncer for the exhibition hall scan the wristbands of the group. Allie leans in to say something to Sloane, and then they’re beyond the doorway. I turn toward my office, ready to follow them every step of the way. Sending a quick text to a friend who’s here tonight, just in case Sloane likes what she sees, I move quickly to keep an eye on my angel.
Luckily, all of my monitors stay on 24/7, so there’s no need to wait for anything to boot up once I hit my office.It might sound like a massive invasion of privacy to video the happenings at a sex club, but unfortunately, it’s necessary. Every person who enters the exhibition hall signs an agreement that they understand they’re being filmed—not for profit but strictly for security. Of course, the private rooms for the highest levels of our membership are not video monitored, and anyone who plays in those areas understands that while we have highly trained bouncers employed to keep the peace with discretion, we can only do so much to police disagreements. Luckily, these have been few and far between. The exhibition hall does not require the same level of vetting as the higher tiers of membership. Although background checks are conducted for those entering the area, video monitoring enables me and a select few members of my security team to monitor the space and maintain a six-hour rolling record of any unacceptable behavior.
For now, I’m going to enjoy knowing not only exactly what my girl is watching, but also her reactions to each scene. I’ve been so focused on not dying of multiple heart attacks since I saw her location earlier that I don’t even remember what I saw on the schedule for the hall this evening. It appears that my employee has completed the cursory description of the hall, and the group is now free to roam. Allie must have decided to leave Sloane to her own discovery time and has wandered off. I don’t have to worry about any men approaching Allie because this small group is all women.Jack really does need a raise for making tonight such a safe space for ladies.
