Page 43 of Infinitely Mine
“Doesn’t hurt to be a step ahead.”
“Figured you’d say that, pres. Headin’ out now.”
In less than twenty minutes, I led the way out of the parking lot, riding into the wind and merging onto Highway 95. Behind me, Ex, Spook, and Shadow followed. The twenty-seven-mile ride didn’t take long. We parked our bikes in the back and used the entrance marked for staff only when we arrived. The club wasn’t much to look at on the outside with only a neon sign to signify the location, but Linked was a hot spot in the area known for all kinds of sinful pleasures.
I strolled inside, walking down a dark hall with several doors, none of them playrooms, but there were plenty further inside the building. These were offices, the employee lounge, and storage. A bouncer stood at the end of the hall, and I slapped Tiny on the back.
He grinned wide as he turned. “Mammoth!”
“Hey, man. You get the text?”
“Sure did. Everyone is watchin’ out. Already told Crank and Cash.”
“Good. Which rooms are they in?”
“Red. Need a card?”
I nodded as he slapped a black card with a red diamond in the center into my hand. “Stay sharp.”
“On it,” he promised.
I hired Tiny because he was about the same height as me and fucking huge. No one ever gave him shit. On the rare occasion that it happened, he usually only had to growl and charge in their direction to set them straight.
The scent of sex saturated the air, promoting the lack of inhibitions from those who mingled, merging into the bodies gyrating on the dance floor. Couples engaged in sex acts or kissed on the couches. Some got busy against the walls. Several split levels ensured adequate room and tables for the paying customers. We reached the opposite end of the room, finding two bulky bouncers blocking our way.
I ticked my head at the twins. “Crank. Cash.”
The pair were hired at the same time, working for the club five nights a week. Since they were brothers, we gave them the same shift together. They were good with the customers but didn’t take any shit, and they worked in tandem without causing trouble.
“Boss!”
“What’s up, Mammoth?”
When they spoke at the same time, I almost laughed. Holding up my keycard, I showed them the red diamond. “You know why we’re here. No one enters the hall until we have our guests and clear the building.”
“You got it.”
Both men nodded.
They greeted Ex, Shadow, and Spook. The latter two kept trying to shove their hands away as some of the talented ladies who rode the poles on stage attempted to score a few minutes with young, virile members. Both were happily taken. Neither ever fucked pussy we owned. Exorcist’s gaze lingered on a redhead, but he caught up, adjusting his dick.
“Christ, Ex. Save it for later.”
“Fuck. I know. Did you see those tits? It’s been too long since I got laid.”
“If you keep touching your cock,” I threatened.
“Yeah, yeah. I’m not Rael. I can control myself.”
That remained a debate.
I stalked toward the red room and entered, eyeing the plush interior. Thick, braided rugs. A massive bed dressed in shades of crimson. Dark, rich wooden cabinets and dressers.
Walls painted like living flames stood out against the furnishings. Framed squares of red silk showcased the toys: floggers, whips, paddles, crops, and various tools of pleasure and torment. A quick search of the dresser drawers would yield a selection of masks, gloves, and restraints. Another held anal plugs, beads, and strap-on devices.
Candles for wax play, an assortment of ball gags and headgear, and various costumes filled the next dresser. Several mannequins in the room showed off the most intriguing costumes, including latex bodysuits with devil horns and tails. Mirrors of various sizes and strategically placed allowed viewpoints from almost every angle, including from above.
The final dresser held an assortment of dildos, vibrators, and massagers. Complimentary packets and mini bottles of lube and oils were available for use. Same with condoms.