Cade sets the bag he shares with Eliot and Blake on the table and zips it open.
Pierce clicks on a flashlight and gives it a thorough inspection.
“How long have you worked here?” Is Cade hitting on this guy? Can’t he wait until he gets in the club?
“Almost a year.” The guy leans back a bit. Apparently, he’s not that into Cade.
“You work the door all night?” Blake asks. What are they up to?
Pierce smiles. “I’ll be down later for a while.”
“Cool.” Blake, who has never met a stranger, gives the guy a high five.
Pierce checks our names off the list, then inspects my toy bag, the ropes Alex brought, and Amy’s purse. He pulls back the curtain to reveal more of the same wood floors and crimson walls but with some glass merchandise cabinets flanking the edges. Pegboards line the walls with floggers, crops, and fetish wear on hooks.
I’m already in my leather pants as are the guys except Alex. He's always in jeans, but at least they’re black instead of his usual well-worn work denim. Amy is wrapped in a coat longer than the skirt that barely covers her ass.
“Do you need a tour?” Pierce asks. “I can call someone up.”
“Just point us in the right direction, and we’re good.” Eliot pats Pierce’s shoulder as he passes into the interior.
A round table covered in a purple cloth holds a printed stack of the monthly calendar of events. Usual stuff. Orientations and demonstrations mixed in with tarot studies, craft fairs, and other non-club-type things.
Artwork with a slightly dark and maybe deviant feel but completely abstract hangs on the walls, some with little placards indicating it’s for sale. Definitely not the type of stuff Amy would hang in the Sunflower based on what the artist dropped off yesterday.
In the far corner is a stand of folding chairs. The space is big enough to hold a class, so the events on the calendar make more sense. This place is very different from the club in St. Louis. They're doing brisk business based on the number of cars in the lot. I’m curious about where the actual dungeon is. So far, it feels more Ren faire than sex club.
“Lockers through there if you need them.” Pierce points toward a darker hallway to the right. “Elevator at the end of the hall will take you down to the Box.”
We moveen massedown the long, wide passage. The place is a lot bigger than I realized. And the tame entry could be deceptive. None of us guys use the locker rooms, having left our personal stuff at the hotel. Amy requests a minute.
“You all go ahead,” I say, leaning against the wall to the side of the ladies’ room entrance.
They board the freight-sized elevator, and a hint of thumping music drifts toward me. The “Box” might be more like what I expected.
Amy emerges from the women’s locker room—her purse and coat stashed—and I take her hand as we get on the elevator. I have to fight the urge not to stare at her tits in the tight top that gives a generous view of her cleavage. I grin as the elevator descends, and my anticipation builds.
She tugs the seam on my leathers. “Haven’t seen these in a while. Kind of surprised you had them with you.”
I’ve brought my gear every time I visited Colorado—wishful thinking or too indecisive to follow through. “You should talk. Didn’t have a problem putting together an outfit.”
“I kept it from back in the day. Not sure why. Um—” She stutters at my raised eyebrow.
I grin, letting her off the hook. “You look sexy as hell. Glad you kept the skirt.”
“Glad you kept the leathers.” She goes wide-eyed. “I mean of course you did.Youdidn’t quit the club.”
The volume on the bass rises as we go deeper into Pandora’s. When the doors open, I pause to let my eyes adjust to the darker room. It’s cavernous with black walls, black floors, and a black ceiling. Purple leather equipment scattered throughout the open room has spotlights directed on it. There’s a sizable crowd.
I find our group already at a table on the far end with bottles of water clustered in the center. Amy’s pressed against me. “Want to sit for a bit?”
She nods. I pull out a chair for her and hand her a bottle of water. I settle between her and Stone. He’s deceptively relaxed in his body posture, but his eyes catalog everything. I already clocked the exits—two stairwells on opposite ends besides the elevator. Several dungeon masters monitor the areas of play. It’s a good setup, and the crowd is a mix of people of all ages. It almost feels like a post-munch party.
Alex wanders toward a man with a woman tied up in knots. Literally. He’s passionate about rigging.
Once Amy’s shoulders have dropped from around her ears, I ask, “Do you want to walk around and check the place out?”
“Yes, Sir,” she responds, and my dick twitches in my leathers. I haven’t heard her submissive voice in…too long, and it’s just as delicious as I remember.
