by Livia Grant
Only then did Emma notice the tablet the guard had in his hand. He took a minute to press the screen several times before confirming, “You’re in luck. It is due to be free in twenty minutes. I’ve booked you for the following thirty-minute block.”
“Excellent. I appreciate it.”
“Of course, sir. Have fun.”
“Oh, I’m sure we will.”
Emma didn’t know exactly what to expect, but knowing her husband like she did, her pussy clenched with excitement, suspecting it was going to get a little attention soon.
The transition was dramatic behind the curtain. Almost all ambient lighting was gone, replaced by darkness. The only source of lighting in the eight-foot wide long hallway was black lights that lit up strategic items and artwork along the walls and floor.
A one-inch strip of purple light lined the corner where the walls met the floor, laying out a pathway for members. A few feet in, they arrived at the first glass case lining the right wall. A quick glance at the lit up artifacts inside the case found sex toys and punishment devices, all painted with the reflective paint that shone bright in the black lights shining down from spotlights above.
On the left wall were several pieces of framed artwork, all sexy scenes painted with the neon colors that shone bright in the unique black lighting.
It was Khloe who commented first, “This is a genius way to do the lighting!”
“You can thank Chase. The original plan called for different lighting, but he reminded me of a rave we went to once in Amsterdam. It was where we got the name Black Light from in the first place, but we decided to take it to the next level here on the West Coast.”
“Well, it totally works.”
They arrived at the first of three doors that Emma could see in the long hallway. The painted ‘MEN’ sign on the door was lit up in a neon blue.
Jaxson explained from the lead as he kept walking down the hall, “Like in D.C., there are men’s and women’s locker rooms with showers. The bigger locker room in the middle is co-ed. Playing is only allowed in the co-ed space since some guests who are only visiting the social area may want to use the men’s or women’s room without being exposed to the kink levels in the rest of the club.”
At the end of the hall was the painted door of the VIP elevator. Emma had taken it the week before and knew that it was the same elevator that was near the entrance to the kitchen on the main floor. She’d had to use her biometric eye scan in order to make the elevator move, just another way they were keeping Black Light secure from Runway patrons.
The door at the end of the hall past the elevator opened into an open area about half the size of the social bar area. Like the hallway, the room was dim with most light sources coming from the brightly colored items that lit up in a rainbow of neon under the black lights across the ceiling.
The pounding beat of the music was louder, but not loud enough to drown out the sounds of several couples having sex around the room. Like in D.C., Emma noticed three raised platforms spread out in a triangle of sorts, with several couches and seating arrangements interspersed throughout the space. Only one of the platforms was occupied by a redheaded submissive secured to a whipping post and being flogged by a shirtless older man. Across the room in the distance was the long lap pool they’d turned into their own version of a Roman bathhouse.
Jaxson explained, “The previous owners installed the indoor pool. We had planned to remove it, but our interior decorator convinced us to turn it into a cooling off pool. We did convert half of it to a hot tub and we also kept the extra-large sauna.”
Ryder exhaled a high pitch whistle. “Impressive.”
Jaxson answered dryly, “Of course it is.”
Emma and Khloe both chuckled at their Dom’s continued snark.
Jaxson ignored them and continued his tour. “Pretty much anything goes in this area. There’s a shower over in the corner we ask everyone to rinse off under before they get in the pool.” He nodded to the area closest to the door they’d come through and added, “We installed two small cool-down rooms here for couples to go after a scene if they need to. There’s a small juice bar along with energy snacks in each room along with places to lay out or sit to wind down before heading back to the locker rooms.”
Ryder decided to tease Khloe instead of Jaxson next. “Hear that, baby? You’ll be able to eat healthy even when we come here to play. No excuse to starve yourself.”
“Oh goody,” Khloe groused, wisely not saying any more.
Samantha snuggled against her husband while watching the flogging in action with intense interest. “It’s a lot smaller than the club in D.C., isn’t it?”
Jaxson turned to answer her. “Actually, the square footage is only about twenty percent less than the D.C. Club. It’s just laid out in a lot of more intimate zones. We haven’t got to the third and most exclusive zone yet.”
Everything had changed so much since the last time Emma had been in the club that she didn’t know what to expect when Jaxson pulled the curtain aside on the far left of the room near where they’d come past the locker room. It exposed yet another wide hallway. In fact, with the lighting lining the path, the whole club was starting to feel a bit like a big maze or labyrinth, all lit by the same neon florescent lighting under the namesake black lights.
As soon as they turned the first corner, she was transported back to their trip several years before to the Red Light district of Amsterdam. A nearly naked woman was on display on a raised platform behind a floor to ceiling wall of windows. Her olive skin was painted with an almost gold paint that shone iridescent as she humped the dance pole in the middle of her display window.
“We’re calling this our store window. We have a lot of fun things planned for this space. Some will just be exhibits for members to enjoy watching, but the window retracts into the ceiling so members can interact with our entertainment when appropriate.”
Emma was trying to listen to her Dom but was totally distracted by the man just past the window dancer who seemed to be fucking the bare wall. Jaxson noticed he’d lost her attention, and when he noticed where she was staring, he waved their small group forward a few feet until she could read the sign about eye level on the wall. It read, ‘Enjoy the Glory Holes.’
No explanation was needed. They were close enough now to see a man she’d never seen before was in the process of getting a blowjob by a phantom person on the other side of the wall. The small group kept to the right side of the hall as they passed, trying not to disturb him.
Only when they were past the grunting man did the naked ass sticking out of a small hole in the wall come into view. Even in the dim lighting, it was easy to see that both the asshole and pussy of the hidden submissive had been thoroughly used at least once already.
Jaxson stepped closer to the ass, turning to talk with his friends and wife. “Submissives can sign up for a shift in either the glory hole or what we are calling our ‘free fuck’ booth. Only the staff will know the identity of the hidden submissives and each of them are given a panic button that they can press if they need to be released or want to stop a scene.”
“Shit, this is genius,” Jonah observed.
Samantha swatted Cash. “Don’t act so excited. It’s not like you’re ever going to partake in this fun, husband.”
Jonah hugged his submissive, grabbing her long dark hair as he threatened her. “Maybe I was planning on offering you up for a shift. I mean, your oral skills are epic.”
Jaxson called his bluff. “Right. Like any of the three of us would let another man’s cock anywhere near our women.”
Ryder growled, “Damn straight. Only one cock gets to choke this beautiful throat.” He reached out to lightly strangle Khloe, making his point.
Jaxson wrapped his arm around Emma and she leaned into him, loving feeling him close. All of the sexy scenes had it getting pretty damp under her silky dress.
They’d come to a ninety-degree right turn in the hallway. In front of them was a much l
onger hall, so long that she couldn’t see the other end in the dim lighting. More lit up kinky artwork and cases of taboo sex toys lined the right wall of the wide hallway. Under the artwork were several padded long benches, setup as observation seats to the wall of windows that made up most of the left wall of the hall.
Jaxson led them a few feet into the hall before stopping and turning to watch the scene going on behind glass in the first room. He explained the space while they all enjoyed watching the kink scene playing out.
“There are four rooms down this hall, each one with its own theme. We have props and costumes to support each theme in a closet in each room and all four rooms have the basic BDSM equipment like spanking benches and other sex furniture for more general play. The observation windows are one-way mirrors. The occupants won’t know if they’re being observed or not. We had a few heated debates, but finally decided not to include any audio. While I’m sure voyeurs will miss hearing the lovely sounds of sex and discipline, our founding principle of being a safe haven for celebrities to come and have a degree of privacy won the day.
“You’ll see that there’s an iPad next to each door. Members can reserve the rooms in thirty-minute intervals in advance if they’d like or can just grab an open room or share the space when no one has it exclusively reserved. Only their membership ID will show on the reservation, helping to protect identities. Members also have the option of paying an up charge to black out the room so they can’t be observed if that is important to them.”
Emma asked quietly, “So that couple in there right now doesn’t know we’re watching them?”
“Nope. They just know that anyone can walk by at anytime and stop to watch. If they don’t want that, they’ll have to pay a premium for exclusivity.”
Ryder laughed, slapping Jax on his back. “You bastard. You’ve found the perfect way to keep upcharging us poor members.”
Jaxson grinned, clearly happy with himself. “Hey, this is a business. We’re in this to make a profit.”
“In other words, you found a way to stick it to those of us who carry around cash.” The rocker who got his nickname Cash Carter honestly, pulled out his trademark wad of hundred-dollar bills from the pocket of his perfectly tight jeans.
Jaxson was having fun with his friends. “No cash needed, buddy. All you’ll need to do is swipe your membership card on the iPad inside. We’ll throw the charge on your next monthly statement, just like we do your bar bill or if you purchase merchandise.”
Emma was only half paying attention. She was having too much fun watching the submissive woman in the tight schoolgirl uniform on the other side of the glass. Her Dom was clearly playing the role of her professor or principal and was in the process of caning her bare ass as she leaned over the top of the wide desk at the front of the room. The words ‘Sex Education’ were written in neon chalk on the blackboard above her prone body. Even in the dim lighting Emma could see the lines of raised welts painting her butt from top to bottom.
Jaxson leaned down to whisper to her softly. “You’d better be a good girl or we might need to pay a visit to the principal’s office for a naughty girl caning.”
Emma had a true love-hate relationship with their cane and her husband knew it. She protested, softly, “Oh please. I hate the cane.”
He stepped behind her, pulling her tight against him, her back to his chest as they both watched the next strike of the cane cutting into the sobbing woman on the other side of the glass.
“The jury is still out on that, baby. You may hate it while I’m caning you, but I think you love the ache that sticks with you for a few days.”
He wasn’t wrong about that. For days after a caning, Emma was hyperaware of her choice of submission. The tenderness as she’d sit or even brush against something would shoot sparks of sexual excitement through her, reigniting her ache to submit to her men. She didn’t contradict Jaxson’s observation since he was spot on.
The three couples silently played the role of voyeur to the classroom scene, watching the final six strokes of the cane doing its job just before the alpha man delivering the punishment whipped out his hard cock and reamed the upturned ass in one swift thrust. Emma felt Jaxson stiffen as they watched the Dom almost violently fucking the raw ass of his sobbing submissive. She was sure he was thinking the same thing she was.
He had just released her to wave down the dungeon monitor several feet farther down the corridor when the sobbing woman started screaming loud enough for them to hear her in the hall, “Yes, fuck me, sir!”
Emma relaxed, relieved that the submissive was clearly enjoying the intense scene. When the DM got close, Jaxson instructed him, “Keep an eye on this one, will you, Eric? We don’t know our members well yet and I’d like to make sure the ambassador doesn’t take things too far.”
“Yes, sir. I…” Eric paused, unsure if he should continue.
“Spit it out, man.”
“It’s just that I noticed his submissive had some bruising when they arrived. I was already trying to keep tabs on them.”
“I’ve given Chase and Emma bruises a few times so that…”
“They were on her face,” he added quickly.
That shut her husband up. Emma watched Jax’s eyes go the almost black they got when he was at his most angry.
“Keep close tabs on him and let’s flag his membership card to disallow him from making a session private. I want eyes on him until we know we can trust him to maintain our consent rules.”
“Yes, sir.”
With a final look back at the fucking couple they’d been talking about, Jaxson turned and kept moving down the long hallway.
The next room was empty, but they stopped for Jaxson to describe the plans for this room. “This is our brothel room. You’ll see we have several tables setup in the center of the room. The plan is to run some poker games in here. We’ll have servers dressed like hookers in old-fashioned saloons. We’re still sorting out the rules on the number of drinks allowed while in a game. There’ll be sex breaks in between games.”
Cash spoke up. “I can’t wait to let River know about this. He’s totally gotten into the whole poker scene lately, even participating in a few celebrity tournaments. He’ll love combining his love of poker and kinky sex together.”
Jaxson knew Ryan ‘River’ Trubach well. “Tell him to let us know when he’ll be in. We’ll make sure we have servers working who love anal on the nights he’s gonna be in town and arrange for games.”
The third themed room had the glass smoked out, making it impossible to see what was going on inside. Jaxson had to just describe the decor to his tour.
“There is a dual theme to this room. It is both our medical room as well as a station setup for the most taboo of kinks. Doms will have to pass a certification before being given free reign in this room since we have the materials for knife, needle, and blood play along with fire and electro kinks among other edgier things.”
“So who the hell did you certify before opening night?” Ryder asked.
Jaxson didn’t look happy. “I was just thinking the same thing.” He pulled a cell phone out of his pocket and dialed someone.”
“Must be nice getting to keep your phone in here,” Ryder groused under his breath just as Jaxson started talking to someone on the other end of the phone.
“Who’s in the medical room right now?” He waited a few seconds and added, “Did you certify them for a private session?” A few long seconds of silence again before he added, “Excellent. Well done.”
He hung up the call without saying goodbye before filling them in. “One of the dungeon monitors is in there observing. Let’s keep going.”
Jax squeezed Emma’s hand as they moved forward towards the final room. A couple was sitting on the bench outside, making out as the woman bounced on the lap of the man, each of them too engrossed in their fucking to notice their small group passing by.
Emma’s pulse shot up as soon as the final room came into view. A couple was
just cleaning the equipment inside, having finished their scene. She watched as the Dom wiped down the St. Andrew’s cross on the far wall. She scanned the space, recognizing several pieces that reminded her of the dungeon in the D.C. club.
“Now this is my kinda room,” Ryder commented, pulling Khloe tight against him. It was no secret that even on the night they’d first met at Black Light during the Valentine Roulette event, they’d spent a lot of their time in the dungeon. It had been their favorite play space on each of their visits.
They let the couple that was vacating the space leave with a short nod of acknowledgment before Jaxson held the door open for them all to pass.
“I’ve got the room reserved for the next thirty minutes. I’m pretty sure we can come up with a few fun things to keep us busy.”
As tired as Emma had been earlier in the evening, a spike of adrenaline at the thought of the kinky scene they were about to share with their best friends got her pulse going. They had all witnessed each other having sex, and in any number of intimate sexual encounters, but they’d never intentionally shared a scene together. Just the thought of what was coming had Emma’s mind running wild with possibilities.
She knew it was a figment of her imagination, but she could swear she felt the skin of her bottom tingling in anticipation. All it took was that sexy as hell heated glare from Jaxson, full of promises and the debauched ideas he was coming up with.
When the three Doms put their heads together, literally, the women moved closer together too. The thrill of what was to come had the three women slipping into their submission, holding hands quietly, all experienced enough to know they needed to wait for instructions from the men they trusted to dominate them.
It didn’t take the guys long to make their plan. When they separated, Jaxson and Jonah moved to the sides of the room to gather up the things they’d need while Ryder stalked towards the submissives like a predator. He was in dangerous interrogator mode, edging up Emma’s nerves another notch. She couldn’t help squeezing Khloe’s hand harder as he got so close she could smell his aftershave.