by Tabatha Kiss
We pause outside until Judy taps a button and the lock flicks open with a dull thud. Melanie pushes it with her free arm and shoves me forward with the other. My breath catches but I force myself to keep my balance as I walk into the main room.
I glance around, once again surprised by the reality of my situation. I’m not sure what I expected, to be honest. Something closer to a strip club with cages and flashing fluorescent lights with a pit for the pervs to throw out money.
Not Victorian furniture.
It’s one large room with a staircase leading upward at its center. Hardwood floors with plenty of seating scattered around every wall from gorgeous loveseats to comfortable benches for multiple people. I can easily picture old ladies sitting around drinking tea — and I would if it weren’t for the occasional leather leash left hanging from a hook along the walls.
It looks… nice.
“You’re straight-up flabbergasted right now, aren’t you?” Melanie asks, smiling at my face.
“Okay.” I clear my throat. “You have my attention.”
“Good.” She hooks my arm. “Because the fun stuff is upstairs. This is just the quiet room.”
“The quiet room?”
We move forward, the gentle clack of our heels echoing off the floor.
“Yeah, you come in, grab a bottle of water from upfront, and hang out,” she says, waving a whimsical arm. “Casual, nonjudgmental atmosphere. Everyone is always so friendly and welcoming.”
“Well, yeah, they want to get laid,” I say with a laugh.
“Not necessarily. I mean, sure, some people use the space to pick people up, but others just like to talk. I haven’t been here for a while, but I’ve gotten some great info on kinks and limits and all that. I should come back soon. Might help my writer’s block.”
“Limits?” I ask.
“Hard, soft,” she says. “You know, the things you’re not-so comfortable doing.”
I nod, though I’m not really sure I understand. “Okay…”
“Clothing mandatory, no sexual contact allowed — so you know the seating is nice and clean, at least.”
“Oh, good…”
Melanie twists us around and targets the stairs. “Anyway, the bottom floor is the welcome area but upstairs is where the magic happens.”
I let her pull me along and I grasp the railing on the way up the unfamiliar staircase. As we ascend, the lighting dims and that comfortable, warm atmosphere disappears into something darker.
The walls are painted black. Gone are the beautiful Victorian couches. They’re replaced with black, leather benches along the walls but this doesn’t feel like a place for sitting for long periods of time.
There’s a track along the ceiling with strategically-placed lights that barely illuminate much of anything. There are three open areas on each side of the staircase, each one with a piece of furniture at the center, some as simple as a table. Others…
An X-shaped cross with cuffs at the end of each arm. A bench that seems a little like a massage table but it’s all out of whack, like it would force you to sit on all-fours like a…
Oh.
I swallow.
“Nora Payne,” Melanie says beside me, “meet pleasure.”
I roll my eyes. “How long have you been saving that one?”
“Shush.”
She slaps my calf with a riding crop.
I flinch. “Where the hell did you get that thing?” I ask.
“Off the wall.” She hits me again. “So, what do you think?”
I take a wide step out of her crop’s reach. “This…” I chuckle. “This is a little closer to what I expected.”
“Clothing optional,” she says. “Still no sex allowed up here but play is highly encouraged.”
“Play?”
She swipes at me again, which I easily dodge. “Play.”
I look at the tables and crosses again, quickly realizing that there are no curtains or doors on the entire floor.
“They do it in front of everybody?” I ask.
“That’s part of the fun!” she says. “Being watched is super hot.”
I laugh. “Is it?”
She stares at me, unblinking. “Yes.”
“Have you done this before?”
“Once or twice. Rob and I came here a little back in the day, but…” She shrugs, going quiet.
I throw on a sympathetic face. Melanie doesn’t usually talk about the details surrounding the fall of her and Robbie too often. I can tell it bums her out more than she lets on. I won’t push for details.
“Anyway…” She waves her crop around like a magic wand and points at the X-shaped cross in the opposite corner. “The St. Andrew’s cross, a few cages, restraint tables, and — my personal favorite — the punishment bench.”
I look at the wonky massage table again. “Punishment bench…” I murmur.
I feel the surprise tap of her crop on my rear.
“See anything you like?” she asks.
I twist away from her. “I have no idea. I mean… it looks fun?”
“That’s step one,” she says, waving upward. “Wide-open minds.”
“Uh-huh.” I glance at the stairwell, noticing that it leads up again. “And the third floor?”
Melanie smiles. “Anything goes.”
“Anything?”
“Private rooms rented by the hour,” she says. “If this floors a-rockin’...”
“Wow.”
“Leave your usual self at the door and don’t forget to wrap it.”
“Your usual self?”
“BDSM, in general, is...” She bites her cheek. “Intense, to say the least. I’ve interviewed a lot of people here and they’ve all told me the same thing: the headspace they get into when they’re here is nothing like the person who wakes up at seven AM on a Monday morning to go to work.” She points her crop at me. “And that should intrigue you, in particular.”
“It should?” I chuckle.
“Nora, don’t get me wrong, you’re one of my favorite people on this planet, but...” Her head tilts. “You need an off-switch. When is the last time you slept through the night?”
“2015, maybe,” I joke.
She nods. “This place isn’t just about getting laid. If that’s all you need, Trix and I can wing-lady you a keeper any night of the week. No, you need something deeper than a little random dick. Or big random dick, as it goes...”
“So, what do I do?” I ask. “Just hook up with some guy, he ties me up, calls me I’m a bad girl… and that’s supposed to help my stress?”
She sighs. “The idea behind it is power-play. It might look like a bunch of kinky whips and chains to some, but deep down, at its core, it’s about one person giving themselves over completely. Their actions, their words — all controlled by someone else — and you can’t tell me that’s not appealing to you in some way.”
I glance around into the blackened rooms. Kinky whips and chains, that’s definitely what it looks like on the outside but there’s something else to this that I can’t quite put my finger on.
I pause by one of the crosses and flick the soft, padded restraint near the top with my finger. The idea is appealing. Being tied up, held down, and pleasured until it hurts. Or hurt until it feels good. That might work, too…
I pause and lower my hand.
What the hell did I just think?
“In the end,” Melanie says, breaking the silence, “can you think of anything else you haven’t tried yet?”
“Acupuncture?” I quip.
She rolls her eyes. “This is way better than acupuncture. For starters, acupuncture can’t potentially get you laid.” She points her crop at me again. “Don’t lie to me. I can tell you’re in a dry spell.”
I squint. “No comment.”
Melanie sighs. “Come back tonight when they’re open and watch a few scenes play out. I’ll even come back here with you if you want.”
“No, I think...” I bite my lip, my skin tingling wi
th embarrassment. “I think I’ll give Lenny a call instead. Beg him to take me back.”
“Or... you can come back here and beg Daddy to make you his dirty, little girl.”
She flogs the wall beside her, making a loud slap echo throughout the room.
I cringe. “Daddy?”
“I know, it felt icky saying it.” She slides the flogger back into its place on the wall. “Well, if you’ve seen enough, you wanna get some coffee? The place next door has a killer caramel frappe. My treat.”
I nod. “Absolutely.”
Melanie starts down the stairs. I linger in place, briefly taking one last quiet glance into the corners or the room. My wrists tingle, involuntarily reacting to the possible feel restraints digging in. I imagine a hard caress on my exposed rear end, all within sight of a dozen strangers.
I clear my throat and follow Melanie down.
“Did you girls have fun?” Judy asks us as we reach the entrance.
“Always will,” Melanie says. “Thanks for having us. I’ll be in again soon, I promise.”
I nod. “Yes, thank you. You have quite the place here, Judy.”
She flashes a sinister wink. “We’ll be seeing you again,” she says, staring at me.
I nod, feeling a warm chill radiate down my spine.
We step outside and Melanie nudges my ribs.
“She says that to everybody. She’s not a psychic or anything. Just a dirty, old lady.”
“Yeah, I figured,” I say, playing it cool.
“I want to be her when I grow up.”
I laugh. “Well, you’re on your way.”
We take a few quick strides toward the coffee shop next door. Melanie reaches for the handle but the door flies open and she slams right into the person leaving: a man with wide shoulders, a leather jacket, and shaggy, brown—
Of course.
“Slow down, lady! You leave your cauldron plugged in or something?”
I silently groan at Robbie’s twisted smirk.
Melanie’s face drops all patience. “Ugh, move.”
She shoves him back and bolts into the shop, leaving him grinning with a to-go cup clutched in his good hand and his bandaged palm hanging by his side.
I stop beside him with my crossed arms as he watches her go, patiently waiting while he takes a long, hard look at her ass.
Finally, he turns around and notices me. “Oh. Hi, Nora.”
I shake my head. “Robbie, why do you say shit like that to her? You adore Melanie.”
“I do. She’s the love of my life,” he says with a defiant nod.
“Then, leave her alone.”
“The thing is...” he takes a swig from his coffee, “dumping on Mel is like... well, it’s like taking a dump. If I don’t do it at least once a day then things start to feel weird. Go a whole week without and that’s just unhealthy.”
I frown. “I do not understand you two.”
“Yeah. Me, neither.”
“You were made for each other, you know that, right?”
He smirks. “I know.”
I tap my foot. “Then, be nice.”
“Nor, it’s fine,” he says. “If I know Mel like I know I do then she’s pissed off right now. But when she goes home tonight, she’ll get all curled up in her soft and warm bed, and before she drifts off to sleep, she’ll reach under the covers for a little down-low tickle, and she’ll think of me.”
“No, she won’t.” I scoff. “She hates your guts.”
“Ask her yourself.” He turns to leave but pauses. “And when you do, text me her answer. I need an ego boost.”
“Yeah, I won’t be doing that.”
He shrugs, amused. “Okay but then you won’t experience the elegant satisfaction of proving me wrong which means that you are in a perpetual state of being wrong and that’s gonna eat away at you until... you... pop.”
I shift on my toes. “No, it won’t.”
His knowing grin curls along his cheeks. “Bye, Nora.”
“Bye, Robbie.”
He stops mid-stride, his eyes locking on my hand. “No way! Did she take you to Judy’s?” he asks with excitement.
I shove my hand in my jacket to hide the stamp. “No.”
“I thought you looked different!” He laughs. “Good for you.”
“I don’t look different!” I pause. “Do I?”
“Honestly, it’s about time.”
I furrow my brow. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Oh, Nora, Nora, Nora.” He sighs. “We both know exactly what that means. Did you try the cross?”
I swallow. “The what?”
“The St. Andrew’s cross,” he says. “Trust me. You’d love it.”
“No,” I answer. “I didn’t try the cross. Melanie gave me a little tour, that’s all. Just a bit of lunch break fun...”
“Go back and try the cross.” He points at me with his bandaged hand. “The cross is your friend.”
I clear my throat. “Okay, it was fun catching up, Robbie. I gotta go. Bye.”
I take a wide step around him and pull open the door.
“Bye,” he shouts after me. “But remember! Try the cross!”
I give the door a little nudge to close it faster, hoping no one heard or understood the tail-end of that conversation. Hell, I’m not even sure I understood that conversation.
I cut the line to join Melanie halfway up but everyone, herself included, is too stuck in their phones to notice.
“Hey,” she mutters, smacking her thumbs against the screen with lightning speed. She rarely texts, so she must be jotting down an idea for one of her books. “Talking to Robbie?” she asks, her voice dripping with audible annoyance.
“A little bit,” I say.
“Well, make sure you shower at the earliest convenience,” she jokes. “You have no idea where he’s been.”
I chuckle. “Hey, Mel.”
“Yeah?”
“Do you ever think about Robbie when you masturbate?”
“Oh, all the time,” she says, giving a passive shrug.
My eyes roll back. “I do not understand you two.”
“Yeah. Me, neither.”
I pull my hand from my pocket and turn it up to check my stamp. It’s a little faded from before but I can still easily make out the feminine hourglass shape still imprinted on my skin.
Do I really look different? I don’t feel any different, unless you count the sharp stab of curiosity tingling my gut since the moment we left. That place seemed harmless enough in the daytime with lights shining overhead and empty couches but what happens after dark?
More importantly, what happens to me?
Only one way to find out.
Five
Nora
I can’t believe I’m doing this.
I keep telling myself that it’s not big deal. I’m just going to a club. I’ve gone to dozens of clubs before. They’re all the same. You just walk in, grab a drink, listen to some music, do a little dancing, and go home — sometimes alone, sometimes not.
It’s fun. It’s exciting. It’s...
Not at all the same thing.
I have no idea what will happen when I walk through this red door. I don’t know what the kink club equivalent of dancing will be. Is it spanking? I’ve been spanked before. Sort of. I dated a guy that liked that. Didn’t last, but that didn’t have anything to do with the spanking thing.
“Are you lost, honey?”
I flinch, my attention instantly yanked away from the giant red door in the entryway. Was it this big earlier today?
“Huh?” I ask.
Judy sits behind the counter, smiling at me. “Just follow the red brick road,” she says, waving a hand downward.
I glance at the winding brick beneath my feet. “That simple, huh?”
“Of course.”
The entrance opens behind me and I jump out of the way as two men walk in. They each raise their hands to show her the stamp on the back. Judy waves them in, quickly
tapping the button below the counter to unlock the red door.
They go through it so fast I don’t get a chance to peek around them to see what this place is like after dark.
“Come here,” she says to me, beckoning me closer.
I walk up to the counter and she stands up out of her chair. My eyes instantly fall to the tight, midnight blue corset around her waist but I raise them back up just as fast.
“Guest passes are twenty-dollars a night,” she says, her voice deep and raspy. “Or you can purchase an annual membership.”
I reach for my purse. “Guest pass, please. Might be a bit too early to think annually,” I say, withdrawing my debit card.
“That’s what they all say,” she says with a wink. She takes my card and swipes it. “Do you have questions?” she asks. “That’s why I’m here.”
I inhale, prepping my tongue, but I quickly draw a blank. “Well...”
She grins. “You don’t have to do anything here you don’t want to do,” she says.
I nod. “Right...” I pause, leaning in. “Do people really just let you watch?”
“Of course. However, do not interrupt, do not distract, do not get too close, and... do not touch yourself.”
I blink. “Is that a thing that happens?”
“Not really, but it still needs to be said.” She picks up a stamp and dabs it into a dark green ink blot. “Your right hand, please.”
I lay my palm on the counter and she presses it into me. This stamp is different than the one Melanie used earlier. This one is shaped like a whip, all curly and snappy.
“If you have more questions, I’m here. Or you can speak to any of the uniformed staff on the floor. Look for the reflective armbands.”
I nod. “Thank you.”
“Enjoy your stay,” she says, reaching below the counter.
The red door unlocks. I swallow hard. Point of no return, as they say. Then again, I already threw down twenty dollars to be here. Might as well get my money’s worth.
I step forward and push the door open.
Soft music greets me, a deep and moody track that definitely sets the mood. The lights are dimmer than earlier but much brighter over the Victorian chairs along the wall. The seats are mostly occupied by a wider variety of people than I would have expected. Some sit back in cocktail dresses and ties while others mingle in corsets and... full body latex suits.