Chapter 13
Tuck
Delights and pleasures? Playhouse?
What the actual…]
Ah, shit.
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I raise an eyebrow at them. “A sex club. Seriously?” “Oh yeah, baby!” Jasper says as he pumps his hips. “There’s gonna be a hot time in the old town tonight.“[]
I shake my head at him. “Dude, is this place even legit?“||
“Totally. The mayor sponsored me,” he says as he tugs me along the hallway. “It’s got a steep membership fee, seventy–five thou a year, plus a vetting system. They run background checks, credit scores, you name it. We have the masks so no one knows who we are. There aren’t any
Lollipops here, so let that thought go.“[]
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“I managed to stop thinking about her, but thanks for reminding me.”
He smirks. “You could be a mechanic or an accountant or whatever. That’s the cool part. Pretending to be someone else.”
e.“]
“I see.
“I usually say I’m a personal trainer, you know, because of my great body. Anyway, tonight everything’s on me- drinks and the entrance fee. You’re welcome.” He does a bow like Brogan did at the door.]
“How much was it for us to get in?” I ask.[]
“For special guests, five grand each, so ten.“]]
“Damn,” I say. Sure, we make millions a year, but that’s pricey for a birthday.[]
“Whatever. It’s my gift. I’ve been several times and…” He kisses the tips of his fingers. “Amazing. And you’re worth it. Don’t cry about it or anything, you big baby.”
I grunt. “You’re the drama queen. I’m the bad motherfucker. Get it straight.”
He chuckles. “Which is why we get along. Yin and yang. Peas and carrots,”
I’m dying to see what it’s like, Deacon says as he rubs his hands together. “Don’t wuss out on us, Tuck.”
These two are obviously foaming at the mouth to bring me here, and Jasper spent a lot of money on this. I exhale. Why not? With a few more drinks, I might even forget the demons in my head.]]
I put on my fake smile and spread my hands. “Is there cake?”
There’s a food area with a huge buffet-” Jasper says, then cuts off as a voluptuous woman in a see–through mermaid outfit appears in the hall. She sashays toward us, murmurs a husky “Hi,” and then disappears.[]
“Who needs cake when sexy Ariel is here?” Deacon breathes. “Did you see her tits?”
I did–great rack–but I’m craving cake. I eat healthy twenty–four seven, and I’ve been looking forward to cake. Wait a minute; I’m thinking about sweets instead of uits. Jesus. I am old
We step into Brogan’s office. After handing over our cell phones and signing numerous consent forms, we get a rundown about the different parts of the dub–some are just for regular socializing, and others are “play” areas. He informs us that some floors have themed rooms for privacy –
-or not. Each room has a bed, condoms, lube, toys, and hand sanitizer []
Wanna be a pirate? Cowboy? Biker? Vampire? It’s here.[]
Jasper leans over to me and whispers, “I could have gone with a nice bottle of bourbon, but I wanted your present to be unique. I love you, man. For real.” He sniffs and waves his hand like a swooning woman. “Now I’m all misty. You like it, the club? Please like it.“[]
Stare, I’m down with people exploring their sexuality. To each their own kink–I don’t judge. I’ve done my own crazy shit a few threesomes, maybe a foursome (I really can’t recall)-but that was in my early days of the NFL. These days I prefer a girlfriend []
Did I want to come here tonight? Nope. It’s not part of my tradition.
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“Stop torturing me,” he begs when I don’t reply. “Tell me you love it. Come on. Please, please, please.“[]
“God, stop with the whining. Fine, fine, it’s cool. Awesome. My mind is blown. My dick is hard. Plus, I’ve always wanted to wear a mask with feathers.“[]
“I hear your sarcasm and choose to ignore it. Is it weird that I bought a glue gun and stuck more feathers on it? I fucking loved jazzing it up, so don’t lose it, yeah? It’s a memento of our friendship.“[]
I huff out a laugh. “You seriously need to stop buying shit online.“]
“Never. I would have told you I was a member, but it’s kind of like Fight Club. There is no Decadence Club.“[]
“Right.”
“We were never here. We never walked down that alley. The mayor is not a member. You never saw Brogan. Hmm, I wonder if I could fake a British accent.” He clears his throat. “Ahoy, matey, how the bloody hell are you? Wait, let me try again–that was my pirate impersonation.” He clears his throat. “Hiya, mate. Fancy a cuppa?
Smirking. I hold my hand up for him to be quiet, keying into Brogan. Apparently, Deacon was the only one listening.[]
“Before you touch someone, ask, and before you join an orgy, ask. A simple tap on the shoulder will do,” Brogan says in a somber tone.[]
I roll my eyes. No thanks. I’m here, but I’m not touching anyone.
Brogan gives us name tags. Jasper writes in Prince Personal Trainer, Deacon chooses Prince of Princes, and I pick Prince Player. Brogan asks if we’d like to hit the locker room, disrobe, and wear towels around our waists.[]
1 rear back. “Whoa, now, hang on. I’m drawing a line.
My dick does not swing free in a club.” “Same,” Deacon mutters, cupping his groin.
Jasper huffs. “Pussies. Fine by me. We’ll stick with the suits. We do look good–am I right?“||
I guess we do. I’m in gray, Deacon is in black, and Jasper has the navy. It’s going to be hard to pass as a mechanic in a five–thousand–dollar suit, but whatever. Happy freaking birthday to me. “There better be cake,” I tell them.]
After Brogan declares we’re ready, we go through double doors and head upstairs to the second floor, pausing on the balcony that overlooks the downstairs bar area. Deemed a social area–no full–on sex allowed, just petting- it’s like a regular nightclub: people dancing, a naughty fairytale movie flickering on one of the walls. It’s not gritty or dirty like I expected; the vibe is glamorous, with chandeliers hanging from the ceiling and an oval swimming pool in the center. Long black couches line one wall, where couples make out while others stand and watch. Nothing I haven’t seen in a regular club.
