by Mia Moore
We both startled at the knock on the apartment door.
“You stay here. I know what this is. Be right back.” She kissed my forehead and climbed past me to the floor.
When she turned, I watched her ass as she walked from the room. It was the first time I had actually seen it despite being so close. Her cheeks were perfect orbs, pert, with just a quiver in her flesh as she walked.
Now what or who could that be? Nick? Maybe Dev. I hadn’t seen him since last night.
Ginger appeared carrying two large boxes. She set them on the bed and handed me an envelope with my name handwritten on it. I looked at her and shrugged my shoulders as she sat on the end of the bed.
My fingers tore the envelope open and I held the note.
Cerise,
I would like you to wear this outfit tonight. I’ve also sent one to Ginger which compliments yours, as she will be your Escort/teacher tonight.
I hope you enjoyed your first lesson with her.
Sir
My eyes rose quickly to look at her. “You two had this planned?”
“Of course. Welcome to Eros Inc. C’mon. Time to get ready.” She grinned and grabbed my hand, pulling me to my feet.
I opened the box and my heart floated upward. There on the top of the tissue wrapped outfit was a single red rose.
“Be right back.” I raced to the kitchen, holding the rose to my nose, inhaling the sweet scent. I rummaged through the cupboards and found a slender, high vase. The rose would look just right on the dining room table. If Nick visited later, he would see it right away.
Chapter 4: Fet Night
The Great Room was filled with people laughing and enjoying cocktails when Ginger and I appeared in the doorway. The room seemed to sparkle from the crystal chandeliers, to the jewelry and silver studded outfits that clients, both men and women wore.
Waiters in bow ties, bare muscled chests above black tight leather pants circulated carrying trays of drinks. Many of the clients were in black fetwear. Corsets barely covered breasts and asses while men for the most part wore tight leather pants, with or without any sort of top, although leather bands crisscrossing their chests seemed pretty popular. There were women in long elegant evening gowns, short, dark cocktail dresses, men in tuxedos. Anything seemed to go.
I wondered about my own outfit. I had never been in a corset, let alone a red one, laced up the front and back, barely covering my breasts that threatened to spill over the top. Even the back of it, left little to the imagination. The bottom edge of the corset stopped at the half-way mark of my ass cheeks, and only a strip of thong hinted at covering the rest . I resisted the urge to check if the back garter on my left leg was still fastened. It had been tricky even for Ginger’s experienced hands.
Glancing sideways at Ginger, I noticed her warm smile. The outfit she wore was an exact replica of mine only in green, which complimented her long red hair. If I looked as hot as she did, heads would turn when we entered the room. I felt her hand slide around mine.
“Look, there’s Nick.” She pulled me along after her, darting through the crowd, smiling and saying hello as she weaved her way.
I strained to see where she was heading, noticing the men and women eyeing me with curiosity and yes… I knew that look. Lust.
We came to a stop and my breath hitched in my throat. Nick had transformed into something dark and dangerous. The muscles on his arms and chest seemed to bulge in the low lighting. The leather vest he wore was open at the front revealing six pack abs, above tight pants, especially at the crotch. Oh my…he looked like he was semi erect filling it out quite nicely.
Thick studded bands of leather covered his wrists. His eyes seemed to smolder as they bore into me, and there was a small smirk on his lips. I lowered my face as I had been instructed, hiding the flush of heat that flared in my cheeks. Desire for him once more infused my body.
“Hello Cerise. Ginger. You both look ravishing.” His voice was balm to my racing heart.
“Actually, I think they give the room kind of a Christmas touch—the red and green. I thought I told you to select the black outfit, Ginger.” Lotus’s voice was harsh when she joined us.
My eyes flitted to where she stood, her hand touching Nick’s arm, her mouth and eyes casually cruel, glancing at Ginger. She wore a corset, yet even the best the engineering and design of the push up bra and bone, wasn’t helping. She barely filled the cup of the bra and when she turned, her ass was a little on the flat side.
“I picked the outfits, Lotus. If you think it’s too much like Christmas, you’re the only one who does, judging by the looks Cerise and Ginger were getting walking over here. You will scene with me tonight, Lotus.” Nick smiled down at her and removed her hand from his arm.
Her eyes glinted at me and a narrow smile crossed her lips before dropping her look to the floor next to his feet.
That bitch. She’d manipulated this meeting so she could be with Nick tonight. Couldn’t he see that? True, I was here as an observer, Ginger’s student, but the thought of Nick with Lotus made my stomach fall. Damn.
A bell rang and people began moving out of the room.
“It’s time for the dinner theatre. You’ll love this.” Ginger again tugged at my hand, moving with the crowd. I risked a look at Nick before I followed her. His face had softened. Was he regretting choosing Lotus? I hoped so.
We filed into a large dinner theatre, lit with recessed wall sconces. There were platforms of dining areas, white linen clad tables, fresh flowers and candles. Ginger and I took a seat at a table off to the side.
A bright spotlight appeared on the stage, centered on a man wearing a black tuxedo.
“Ladies and Gentlemen – Doms and Subs – I welcome you to Eros Inc. In case you don’t know me, I am Dev, one of the owners of the club.”
My eyes were wide and I risked a glance at Ginger before turning back to the stage. Dev looked very sophisticated and handsome in the dark tuxedo.
“Our entertainment is in three acts, the first two for your enjoyment as you dine, and the last for your pleasure. If a player calls for volunteers, you may participate in the scene. The performers you see here on the stage will be available after the show to continue the scene or any sort of play you may wish. Other members of our Staff will also be available. And now, let us dine!”
“Attendants!” He called.
A line of women and men entered from a side door of the stage. They wore short, white togas, one shoulder bare and flat sandals. Their faces were partially concealed by simple white masks just covering their eyes.
When was the last time I had eaten? I was suddenly ravenous smelling the delicious aromas. A waiter approached and placed two dishes before us. One held a selection of escargot, shrimp, scallops and slivers of crusty bread with butter, garlic and cheese. The second dish held a small green salad with a ginger and sesame vinaigrette. A second server appeared carrying a bottle of red and white wine.
“White,nplease.” Ginger smiled at her and nudged me once more to watch the stage.
A harem dancer in a gauzy skirt, bra and scarf began to dance. Her sequins flashed and bangles clanged to a sultry, mid eastern melody as she moved in a sensuous, suggestive manner.
“That’s Jody. Not that you’ll remember. She sometimes opens the performance.” Ginger took a sip of her wine. “We try to mix it up so the clients don’t get bored.”
I turned from the scene on stage to eat my salad, which was a good thing. The act was barely over before the waiter again appeared, carrying our main course. The food was delicious. I would have to compliment the manager of food and beverages, later.
Deep musical notes pulsed throughout the room. I looked around at the other people eating and chatting. This was odd dinner music. Oh. Nick and Lotus were sitting at the table on the platform higher and just behind us. Despite whatever Lotus was saying to him, his attention was on me, his eyes dark. I turned quickly, looking at my plate once more.
Ginger took a break from he
r meal. “The music is a prelude to the next act, where the show takes a turn more in line with BDSM.”
I felt her hand caress my thigh softly, edging upward. “Ask me about anything that you don’t understand. If I don’t explain it very well, then I guess I’ll just have to give you a demonstration.”
I sucked in air as her fingers trailed along the satin of the thong panties. Her eyes were sparkling at me, teasing. I leaned closer to her and kissed her softly on the lips, tasting the sweetness of the wine. It was a kiss as much for my benefit as for Nick’s eyes, which I could feel on my skin.
On stage, the curtain rose once more revealing a red illuminated silk screen. The silhouetted forms of two men and women appeared behind it. This was definitely more BDSM. One of the men grasped the wrists of one woman, lifting her arms, fastening her hands to a suspended hook. He began lashing her with a short whip.
It was the other man’s turn. He placed the other woman on a bench that could have been a pommel horse. When she was straddled over its surface he used a longer whip, cracking it across her back.
My body was still as I watched, transfixed by the performance before me. What would that be like to lay exposed, being beaten like that? I tried to picture Nick doing that to me and felt my blood rush, pounding in my ears—much like the pulsing beat. The performance on stage was a dance of sorts--the theatre, filled with the sound of throbbing music, counterpointed by the low cries of the bound and beaten women. The strokes of the lashes, the writhing of the willing victims, were done in rhythm to the musical piece playing. And it was real. There was a loud crack every time leather snapped against flesh. The controlled violence and sensual music filled my senses, making me squirm in my seat.
Ginger leaned close and whispered. “How do you like the show?”
“It’s incredible! You coordinated all of this? I’m impressed.” I squeezed her hand. The dining and theatre was beyond anything I could have imagined. Eros Inc. was full of surprises.
“You haven’t seen anything yet. Wait ‘till you see the main act.” She grinned at me.
“There’s more? And it’s even better? I have to look at your salary, make sure you don’t get swooped away by another club or theatre group.” She was a woman of many talents. I could see that she would become invaluable to me in running this place.
“No worries. I’m paid very well. And considering all of the perks working here, I never want to leave. Well maybe not for a few years anyway. At some point I plan on going back to New Zealand, open my own business.” She continued eating her meal; her eyes had a faraway look.
“I wondered about your accent. As long as you don’t leave before I’ve got this all figured out. I gather that Lotus looks after the financial end of things here. Some sort of comptroller?”
I held up my hand declining, when the waiter appeared about to set a plate of sinful chocolate dessert before me. If I kept eating like this, my corset would pop.
“Yeah. To be truthful, after Janice left everyone thought she’d step in to be the GM. God knows, she sidles up to Nick and Dev enough. And then there was Eric vying for the job as well. He’s capable enough. Janice kept a tight rein on those two. She and Nick were an item for many years.” She took a sip of wine and reached forward to pat my back as I choked and coughed.
Finally with eyes watering, I managed to speak. “What? They told me she left to get married. Kind of left them high and dry. Nick never said anything about her being his girlfriend.”
“She and I were friends. She told me that she had given Nick kind of an ultimatum. I guess he didn’t really love her, so she left. That part about her leaving to get married… I’m not sure about that. She never mentioned anyone to me. Shh. The next act is starting.”
I turned to see the curtain rise revealing a dark dungeon setting, replete with manacles hanging on the walls. The focal point, in the centre of the stage, was a St. Andrews cross, but there was also a table that kind of looked like the one in my gynecologist’s office. It even had stirrups.
My eyes were caught by the movement of a muscular, black man wearing leather chaps and a vest striding onto the stage. Holding a chain attached to the collar of a shorter, blond man, the black man directed him to the manacles. He raised the smaller man’s arms and attached him, so that he faced the wall. Gently, he kicked the man’s inner calf indicating he wanted his legs spread. The black man then started hitting him repeatedly with a bamboo cane.
My eyes opened even wider as a swarthy man wearing the hood of an Executioner entered. He was naked except for the hood and laced knee high sandals. Walking to the medical table, he gave a short whistle. A young nude woman, with long, dark hair appeared. With eyes cast downward, hands clasped together in front of her, she approached. The Executioner grabbed her by the hair thrusting her on the table. He strapped her hands to restraints on each side and placed thick leather straps over each ankle. He began to gently whip her with a leather flogger, striking her stomach and breasts, trailing the ends across her flesh after each stroke. She writhed in pain but her hips were gyrating as well. Yeah, I got that, as I squirmed in my seat.
A tall, dark haired, woman wearing a birdlike mask and feathered headpiece stepped on to the stage. There was a cape fastened to her shoulders which draped over her back to the floor. Her breasts were naked above a leather midriff corset, a garter belt and black stockings. The heels on her boots had to be six inches high. How could she even walk?
The tall woman tugged on the chain which she held in her hand. Emerging from the side curtain was a delicately pretty, blond haired woman, also topless. She wore a studded collar, short leather skirt and thigh high, black leather boots. The tall woman pulled the blond girl to her, ordering her down to her knees and elbows. She raised her right spiked heel and placed it on the prostrated girl’s back while flicking a whip with metal tipped ends across the girl’s ass. Red angry welts started to appear on the young woman’s ass.
The Executioner and the black man joined the tall woman. She removed her foot from the young girl’s back and gestured for the black man to secure the girl to the cross facing outward.
Turning to face the audience, she said. “There are three Subs on stage, ready for you. We have James, our naughty boy tied to the wall. He needs to be punished. James will show his gratitude to a male Dom who whips him well.”
“We have Chloe on the medical bench. She likes a soft beating. Rebecca on the St. Andrew’s cross, is a pain slut. Do I have any volunteers who will Use these Subs?” asked the woman.
I turned and scanned the room wondering if anyone would volunteer. Three people left their tables and approach the stage – two men and one woman. Judging by what they were wearing and the way they confidently walked, they were looking forward to beating these people on stage.
The first man to reach the stage approached James. In contrast to James’ lean muscled body, the ‘Dom’ was heavily muscled, like a weightlifter. He wore the leather crisscrossing bands across a chest that was bare and gleamed in the light. He picked up the cane and laid into James, lightly at first but picking up speed quickly.
The other, a man who appeared to be in his early thirties, approached the medical table. He wore a Scottish soldier’s attire, replete with plaid kilt. Taking the doe skin flogger in his hand, he beat Chloe’s back, legs and buttocks, while walking around her on the table, changing up the angle of each blow. Standing next to her waist he softly trailed the ends of the flogger between her legs, watching her squirm. I narrowed my eyes to check out the kilt. Was he tented?
My eyes flitted to the St. Andrew’s cross, where a woman, wearing a red corset and thigh high boots was caning Rebecca’s breasts and thighs.
Ginger leaned close and whispered. “The cane hurts the most of any object being used.”
“No kidding. Look at the red welts on her breasts. I’m sure I would never find that arousing—that much pain.” I took another sip of the wine. Had Nick and Janice done that?
“Never say never
, darling. The lines of pain and pleasure are blurred. Oh, I’m going to have so much fun training you.” Her shoulders rose as she grinned and closed her eyes.
I shook my head and smiled at her before turning once more to the scene on stage. The back of James’s body was a collection of welts crisscrossing, pink stripes, his flesh coated with a sheen of sweat. Satisfied with his handiwork, the muscular Dom placed his flogger on a nearby table and released James from the manacles. He dropped to the floor and crawled to the Dom clutching at the master’s thighs, rubbing his head into the Dom’s legs.
Chloe was obviously stimulated by the light beating, and the soft ends of the flogger trailing over her body. She was sitting up, clutching the Dom who had joined her. As her arms held him close, he caressed her hair and down along her back.
On the cross Rebecca hung limply. It was no wonder. She had received the worst beating. The Domme knelt to undo the feet bindings and then raised herself to release Rebecca’s hands. She held her as together they eased to the floor. The lights on stage dimmed and the curtain fell, ending the performance. Loud applause filled the air as the audience demonstrated their appreciation. Each volunteer Dom slipped through the curtain and took a bow, before returning to their tables.
“Wow.” I wiped my mouth with the napkin and risked a glance behind me. Nick and Lotus were leaving their table. “What did she look like?”
“Who?” Her eyebrows were raised and she turned to finish her dessert.
“Janice. Do you still hear from her?”
“No. Maybe she went home to New York. She was the total opposite of you in looks. Fair skin, blond, a bit taller as well. And a few years older.” She smiled at me and placed her napkin on the table. “Ready for the next part?”
“Ready as I’ll ever be.” I tried to mirror her excitement but a ball of fear had settled in my stomach. I wasn’t worried about seeing people whipping each other. I had already seen that on stage. No, it was the prospect of watching Nick and Lotus.