Triplets Make Five

And that was why I was taking her to The Rose Club.

“Where are we?” Daisy asked, glancing up at the nondescript exterior of the club as we cross onto Fifth Avenue.

“I told you, it’s a surprise.”

“This better not be some sort of creepy sex club,” she said dryly, and I flicked my eyes down at her.

“Come on, Miss Wright,” I whispered, leaning down so my lips brushed her neck. I already knew that she liked that. I was about to find out what else she liked. “Let your hair down, live a little. We all need a little kink in our lives.”

“Kink?” she gulped, and I gave her an encouraging nip on her neck.

“Relax. This isn’t about doing anything you’re not comfortable doing. It’s about opening your mind to new things.”

She looked up at me reluctantly, and I knew she was trying to find the last shred of willpower to resist. I snuck my arm around her waist, pulling her closer to me.

“Just for tonight,” I suggested, “Why don’t you be the student instead of the teacher?”

We finally reached the doors to the club, and Jimmy eyed us both, then offered me a familiar nod.

“Evening, Mr. Preston,” he said, then he turned to inspect Daisy. “Hello, Beautiful.”

Daisy blushed, pressing up closer to me. Jimmy meant well, but he could be intimidating,

especially when he was decked from head to toe in a leather biker’s jacket and riding chaps. This wasn’t boding well for Daisy’s perception of The Rose Club, and the last thing she needed right now is to feel even more on edge.

Luckily Jimmy could take a hint, and he lifted the black velvet rope and ushered us inside.

We were immediately met by the thumping of music playing from the main floor, but I directed Daisy towards the elevators.

“Is this the right way?” she asked, confused, pointing in the direction of the dance floor.

“Unless you want to writhe around on the dance floor,” I said flatly, knowing neither of us are the type to enjoy that sort of thing.

“No,” she confirmed. “But… what’s upstairs?”

“Something better,” I hinted vaguely. “Do you trust me?”

My hand was hovering over the ‘up’ arrow button that summoned the elevator, but I waited for her answer before pressing it.

She eyed me appraisingly.

“Yes.”

“Good,” I said. “When you’re in here, nothing else matters. You can be anybody you want, and you can do anything you want. Nobody will judge you. Tonight is all about listening to your body and learning your own desires. You shouldn’t do anything you don’t want.”

She took a deep breath, then nodded.

“Ok,” she said, then she reached out and pushes the elevator button herself.

Good girl.

The Rose Club’s third floor was one of the most exclusive destinations in New York City. So exclusive, that only the intimate list of members even know that it existed. But Daisy didn’t know any of that when the elevator doors shut and I swiped my gold card to access the third floor.

I tucked my arm back around her waist, pulling her closer to me.

“Don’t be shy,” I whispered, just as the elevator ‘dings’ at the third floor. The doors slid open, and we stepped out.

Daisy immediately fell into my arms as her eyes went wide, and I couldn’t blame her. The third floor would intimidate anyone on their first visit. The space sprawled out like a lounge, dripping in sensual blue light. There was a W-shaped stage centered in the room where women dance slowly around poles as a light mist rains down from the ceiling, blanketing their nude bodies in thousands of little dots of water that sparkle like diamonds in the blue spotlights.