Finding Jaime (4 page)

“How do you get new members then?” I cut in.

Madame continues to remove my jacket, and I fucking let her because if I don’t, I might not find out what the hell she’s talking about.
 

And I want to.

“Well, we do advertise in magazines that have our tastes. Others, like yourself, stumble into our establishment by chance. We really must get that door checked out. Now stand.”

I swallow and rise to my feet. My knees are shaking like crazy as she walks in front of me. She takes in every detail with avid interest, and I feel as though I’m part of a science project, subject—me. I watch her as her eyes land on my chest, and her smile widens again.
 

“Well, aren’t you a lucky lady?” she beams. “I bet those treasures get you a lot of attention.”

“More than I like, most of the time,” I admit and get back to the subject. “What happens to the people who walk in, like me?”

Her eyes meet mine, and that’s when I see the age behind them. She’s a good twenty years older but looks so damn good for it; not a crease, or sag in her skin. Even the tight pants she’s wearing shows off toned thighs.

“Bunny,” she says and bites her lip. “None have made it through the inner door.” My jaw drops and I feel a chill run down my spine. “Don’t be scared, sweetheart.”

She steps right up to me, and I don’t even flinch. Not a single fucking tic, and I’m proud of myself for standing my ground. I’m not going to run off, fuck that, I’m going to stay right here and listen to what she so obviously wants me to hear.
Then
I’ll run out of that door like a bat out of the fires of hell and never look back.
 

See, interest? You’re going to get me fucking killed one day.

“Brave. I like that.” Madame backs off and sits on the edge of her desk. “Bunny, we cater for all needs, but we don’t sell anything.”
What do you do then?
“Let me explain,” she says, noticing my expression. “We’re not a dungeon or ‘BDSM’ club.” She lifts her fingers for emphasis. “If that’s what you want, then somebody can fulfill your needs, but you will never be expected to take part. In fact, it is not permitted.”

Okay, now I want to get the fuck out of here. BDSM? I’m not into that kinky shit, and I’m not going to be somebody’s fuck-doll while everybody watches. “I don’t—” I begin, but she holds up her hand.

“You will never take part in anything you don’t want to.”

Well, it’s a huge relief to hear that, and now my butthole can relax. Jeez, I was beginning to think I was going to be part of some freaky fetish stuff.

“Well, then, thank you for telling me this, but I’m not into that sort of stuff. I won’t tell anybody about this place—I wouldn’t want to—so it’s probably best that I go now.”

“Membership is one-thousand dollars.”

My eyes bug. “What?”
One. Thousand. Dollars?
“Seriously?”

“Oh, Bunny, that’s just the deposit. Whenever you wish to cancel your membership, you get that refunded back to you. Most of our business transactions are over the bar. We
are
a club, after all.” She laughs at herself.

I don’t think it’s funny. “Okay, look,” I say, placing my hands on my hips and her eyes dart to my uplifted assets. “I came here by accident. I’m not into…stuff…and I don’t have a mask anyway.” My excuse is lame at best, but her face lights up regardless.

“We provide them, my dear.” She walks to a white cabinet with two long black doors and pulls them open, and then beckons me over.

I gasp at the sheer number of different masks, toys, and some other things I would never use in a million fucking years. Nobody’s going to whip my ass, thank you very fucking much. Madame doesn’t even attempt to show me anything. Instead, she just holds her hand out like a magician’s assistant. I take a step forward and run my fingers over the items.

“This is kinda nice,” I mutter, stroking over the navy blue and black lace.

The mask itself is blue, with the lace as an overlay, extending into ruffles past the sides, giving it an exotic look. A long, single, fluffy white feather, with a cluster of diamante’s in the center of a black bow, is attached to the side above the left eye. The elastic around the back is missing. Instead, two hooks are there and look similar to a pair of glasses.

“Elastic doesn’t hold them in place very well,” Madame answers my unspoken question. “If you are a mere spectator, then you wouldn’t need to secure it,” she smirks, then closes the cabinet doors. “For that, we use double sided tape or, titty-tape,” she chuckles.

Without thinking, I put on the mask, and I see my reflection in the mirror hanging next to the cabinet.
 

Wow, this looks hot!
The mask is solid, and none of my face can be seen through it.

Madame claps her hands together. “Perfect.”

I tear it from my face. “Hang on. I never said I was going to sign up. I don’t know what happens here, and I’m sure as shit not going to play any games with strangers.”
 

Even though you’ve ridden a lot of cocks, you didn’t know all that well. Shut up rational head!

Why the fuck my head’s arguing with itself, I don’t know. But, I do know that I haven’t once thought that it was the weirdest fucking thing that I was entertaining any of this crap with a woman I didn’t know, in a place, I didn’t know and also where nobody knew I was.

Oh, fuck. This is where I meet my grisly end under the stilettos of a crazy pin-up and her sex slaves.
 

“Bunny, don’t be worried,” Madame speaks up from behind me, and I meet her eyes in the mirror. “You are safe here.”

Yeah, that doesn’t make me feel any better, but at least I know I’m not going to die tonight. “How safe?”

“You are in control of every situation. Feel free to walk around as you please, but you mustn’t go into any room if the door is closed. An open door is an invitation to watch. That is all.” Her hands smooth down my arms, and I’m surprised I don’t freak the fuck out. “Your permission must be granted before any touching happens.”

I spin around to face her. “People will touch me?” My eyes widen, shooting my eyebrows skywards.

She laughs again. “Sorry, I’m not used to giving out details in this manner. It’s usually more of a business transaction.” She moves back over to the desk, and I walk to the chair. “Put it on,” she says when I begin to place the mask on the desk. “It disguises you well.”

I sit when she points to the chair. “So, what now? I’m not sure I want to be a member—”

“No worry,” she says, interrupting me. “I like you, Bunny. You remind me of my own daughter; smart, feisty, and inquisitive.
 
I’ll allow you one night tonight, and then, if you want, you can sign up on your next visit.”

“And who says I’ll be back?” I smirk right back at her, and her smile widens.

“Oh, Bunny, Bunny, Bunny.” She shakes her head with a chortle. “You’ll be back—I can promise you that.” She presses a button next to the computer keyboard. “My assistant will escort you to our room and explain some other details to you. I have taken up too much of your time, but one more thing…I need your driver’s license.”

I blink a couple of times and stare at her outstretched hand. I dig into my purse and give the card to her. “Why do you need it?”

“And your purse. It will be safe here.”

“Hang on—”

“Bunny, proof of age. Even though I know you’ve been to Lux, and the smell of alcohol on your breath assures me you have passed their security, it’s for your own protection as well as ours. Would you rather have your things misplaced and somebody to find out who you are and where you live?”

“Fuck no!”

“Then…” she curls her fingers back and forth. “Thank you,” she says when I hand them over, and I see her opening what I thought was a small cabinet when in fact it’s a concealed safe.

“Fuchsia will escort you now.”

I turn to see a tall woman dressed head to toe in a low-cut black patent-leather catsuit, thigh high patent leather boots and a similar mask to mine, but in bright yellow and neon green. Her feathers are a mixture of both colors and added jewels, beads, and diamantés. Her olive skin shimmers with glitter and her unnatural blonde hair falls in loose curls around her shoulders. Her body is slim with small, pert breasts, and narrow hips.

“Please explain the rest of the details to Bunny, Fuchsia, and I’ll reward you later.”

“Yes, Madame,” Fuchsia replies, her voice soft and alluring, yet I hear a hint of gruffness.

My head snaps to Madame. “All tastes, all people,” she repeats and waves me goodbye.

Chapter 4

“Where are we going?” I ask Fuchsia. She leads me down the short corridor after turning right from Madame’s office. “What do you need to tell me?”

She looks down at me. At my five-foot-six, and even with both of us wearing three-inch heels, she’s a lot taller than me. I stop when she does, and she turns.
 

“Bunny?” I nod for her to continue. “Well, Bunny, the first rule is, as I’m sure Madame told you, is that nobody touches you in a sexual way without your permission.

“Got it.”

“If somebody wishes to, they must ask. They will ask something like ‘may I touch you?’ That will be the signal, and they must say where, as I’m sure you have restrictions.”

“Well, yeah, of course. I’m not going to let just any fucker grab my vajayjay, am I?”

Fuchsia chuckles and her laugh, while still low, isn’t as deep as I expected. “No. If you want to be touched, you only answer, ‘you may.' But, you may also ask to be touched. However, we do have some members who come here to just watch, to gain knowledge in some acts but not want to try them here.”

Isn’t that the whole point of this place?
“Well, what exactly am I going to be doing?” Now I’m shaking all the way down to my toenails, so just standing still has become difficult, and my stomach is swirling like somebody is washing their dishes in the middle.

“Madame has allowed you one night to see if you are suited to House.” She eyes me up and down. “I’m sure you’ll fit in just fine.”

I want to know how the hell she can tell that just by looking at me, but I think my dress is probably a giveaway.
 

Hang on, what kind of girl does she think I am?

“Why—” I begin, but she cuts me off before I can ask.

“Our members are from all backgrounds, race, religion, sexuality… We don’t judge here.”

“Okay, but I wasn’t going to ask about that, and I don’t give a rat’s nut about that stuff.”

She looks down at me again, and I feel like a naughty schoolgirl.
I bet they have that theme here.
I stop myself from giggling at my immature thoughts. “I was going to ask why you think
I’ll
fit in?”

Her bright red lips stretch into a smile, and she bursts out laughing. “Oh, Bunny. You’re still here.”

“Well, there’s that.”

She reaches for the crystal handle of the steel door and pauses once more. “You will be looked after, Bunny, but I must warn you. I’m sure you wouldn’t on your first visit, but if there is a display in the center of the room, you must never attempt to participate unless specifically asked.”

“No worries about that, Fuchsia,” I snort. “I’m not into public exhibitionism.”

“We’ll see.”

While my jaw is practically scraping on the floor, she opens the door and the music volume, while not deafening, makes it harder to hear her clearly.

“What?” I lean closer to her so she can repeat what she said and her lips are hot against my ear.

“I said have fun, Bunny.”

Fuchsia takes my hand and leads me into the dark room. I take a look around at the huge empty space in the center where two men look to be setting up some equipment. One is shirtless and wearing dark jeans with the button popped at the front. His head is shaved and the plain white mask he’s wearing stands out against his warm, sepia skin. His muscles bunch and twist as he tightens the straps high up and the equally well-built man with a gold mask is watching him work with a smile on his lips. White mask notices and grins, and I see gold mask look down, his own smile hiding behind his teeth as he bites his lip.

“What are they doing?” I ask as she’s leading me to a booth with white, semi-circle shaped seating. A small round table with a wooden top sits in the center.
 

“They’re getting ready for the next showing,” she explains. “Jasper, the man in the white mask, is securing the wrist straps. And Thor, the man in the gold mask, will secure the ankle straps when he is done.”

“Are they going to whip someone?” I shriek, and a few masked faces turn to me and laugh at my naivety.

Yeah, laugh it up, but I’m not the one going in that thing, fuckers.

“Only if they want to be. And members will only stay if they choose to watch.” She gestures around the room, and I see an archway on the opposite side, curtained by long silver beads.

Men and women are quickly filling the room, and I feel under the spotlight as they take in my presence. I get a few waves and mouths of ‘welcome’, and I wave back like an awkward kid. They take places in the booths but don’t try to sit by me, which I’m grateful for. I wouldn’t be able to make an escape with people next to me and no doubt I’d probably fall over their feet, showing my ass as I hit the ground.