Alex gives me a nod, and we head out of the restaurant and straight into his car. His driver takes us into the heart of the city before turning down an alleyway, and we hop out. There’s nothing but darkness, and I’m wondering if we’re about to get mugged in the seedy, rough area. Then Alex swipes his card against a reader attached to the bricks, and a beep bounces off the dark walls. A door opens as light streams out into the alleyway. We all step into the light and are greeted by a gorgeous blonde in a designer evening dress with a plunging neckline.
“Welcome, Mr. Lewis, Mr. Fox, Mr. DuPont,” she says, smiling at my friends. “And Mr. King, welcome to The Paradise Club. We are incredibly happy that you have become a member. My name is Clara. I’m sure Mr. Lewis has explained how the club works.”
My head spins to Alex, and he shrugs his shoulders.
What the hell has he forgotten to tell me?
Clara glances at Alex and then back to me.
“We’re going to leave him with you, Clara. We’ll meet you at the bar,” Alex tells me as the boys walk through the golden door and disappear.
“My friends are assholes,” I say, which brings a smile to Clara’s lips. My eyes dip at how pink and glossy they are, and I wonder what it would be like to have them wrapped around my dick.
“Firstly, my bracelet is black, which sadly means I don’t play,” she explains as if she can read my mind.Was I that obvious?“There will be some staff inside the club who have colored bracelets which means they are willing to play. Each color means something different. Every member wears them, so it’s easily identifiable what the individual is interested in,” Clara states as she displays the bracelets before me. “It’s your turn to pick what you’re interested in. They are not set in stone, and you can change your preferences at any time.”
Nerves begin to spark across my body as I stare down at the rainbow of colors before me, wondering what I want out of this experience.
“Pink is for exploring women, blue is for exploring men. White is no sexual intercourse, but all other play is okay. Red is intercourse, and all play is okay. Yellow is exploring with one person only. Green is if you want an experience with multiple people. Purple is okay with public play. Orange is if you prefer to play behind closed doors. And last, the black band is mainly for staff and anyone who doesn’t want to play,” she explains.
I pick my colors—pink, red, yellow, green, and purple.
Clara hands me my bracelets with a smile. “Bottom level of the club where the bar is located is strictly no play whatsoever. It’s a place where you can meet people and mingle before taking it upstairs to the fun. The club doesnotallow drunkenness in any way. This is a safe environment.” She looks at me for acknowledgment, and I nod.
“The levels of the club differ. The first level is the beginner level, still boundary-pushing but nothing extreme. The next level is medium and where most club members head. The top-level is our extreme play level, which is mainly for people who are into levels of play that the average person may not be into as well as fetishes and so on,” Clara advises me.
Yeah, that may be a little out of my wheelhouse for a newbie.
“You can take a map if you wish,” she says, handing me the slip of paper which has the layout of the club easily distinguishable. “Mr. Lewis has already sent through your sexual health report which is clean. Now go inside and enjoy your night, Mr. King.” She smiles while holding open the golden door for me.
I step through and am instantly surrounded by dark leather, brass fixtures, and polished wooden tables—it looks like an underground speakeasy. There’s a wall of bottles behind the large oval-shaped bar that stands in the middle of the room. Scattered around the area are booths with dimly lit lights in the middle of each table with people talking and laughing—it’s as if this is any other London club. Walls are kept raw with brick, and in other areas, the wallpaper appears almost like leather. It’s spectacular, luxurious, and welcoming.
My friends at the bar are all holding an old fashioned in their hands. As I approach, Daniel holds out one for me, and I take it from him.
“Look at this face. He seems overwhelmed,” Jasper jokes, then he takes a sip of his drink.
“I’m not overwhelmed. I’m in awe of how amazing this place looks and can’t wait to give things a try,” I say, looking over at Alex.
“Yeah, Nate did a good job. You’d have no idea what lies above,” Alex states, wiggling his brows.
I stare at the grand staircase that leads to the upper levels, trying to imagine what could possibly be behind those velvet ropes that security is standing beside.
“It’s everything you can imagine,” Daniel states, taking in where my eyes have fallen, his French accent swirling around the words emphasizing the insane thoughts running through my mind.
“Come on, then. I’m sure Ali is eager to check it out.” Alex grins as we all throw back our drinks, and I follow my friends up the grand staircase.
Security scans our bracelets and lets us through.
My eyes widen as I see what’s happening before my eyes. A glass cube stands in the middle of the floor, and there are people standing around in the darkness watching what’s inside.Is this a cult?Then one of the guys elbows me, and I realize what everyone is looking at inside the cube. I’m not going to lie, my eyes widen as I watch a woman on her knees with a guy’s dick in her mouth, his fingers are laced in her chocolate strands while she sits on the face of a woman lying down on the floor. That woman’s hands are gripping the other woman’s ass all the while her legs are wide open as another man is fucking her. Moans begin to echo through the room as I look around in the darkness wondering where the hell they are coming from. That’s when I notice people all around me are in various states of play.
“There’s a speaker,” Daniel tells me as the moans begin to bounce off the walls around us. My dick twitches to life, and I rearrange myself.
“You can stay and watch the show or head toward any of the doors marked with a green light and order whatever you want,” Alex informs me as I see Jasper and Daniel walk off toward the doors. “Behind them are rooms for play … you have the option of people watching and listening if you want. There is also a menu so you can order anything you like from it,” he explains to me.
“I’m not really hungry after dinner,” I tell him, which has him chuckling.
“It’s not just food you can order,” Alex informs.
Well, damn.