Neon Master

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It was never a dull night at the Obsidian club, it was a busy Saturday night but Lucas had only been observing so far. Usually he liked to keep it at one client a night, unlike most. He found it more appealing, more becoming and exciting. He didn't take just anyone, being more choosy than the rest, selective like he was in all things.

He sat outside his booth smoking a cigarette and listening to the loud, suggestive alternative music coming from the speakers, soft moans and ecstasy ridden cries in the background.

Yes, he was simply watching as women with heavy makeup and skin tight clothes walked through the door, waiting for the right one. He enjoyed being a voyeur, eyeing the women as they passed by, but as he finished his cigarette he sighed, wondering if he'd spot his girl for the night. He got another one and lit it, and it was then that he saw her. A woman who didn't look like the rest, pretty, cute, plainer than the others, and he could tell that she wasn't used to a place like this.

He took a drag, feeling an excitement that he hadn't felt in a while. He wanted to open her up, give her an experience she wouldn't forget. Yes, she was the one.

He took another drag, hoping she'd catch his eye.

Annabel Stood timidly, asking herself why she had decided to come to a BDSM club. She was usually so proper, a shy girl who never put herself in risky situations. But she needed something new, something to take her away from the humdrum life she lived.

The bright flashing neon lights were distracting as her eyes roamed, trying to get a feel for the place. Her eyes very quickly landed on a man staring at her, the black eyeshadow lining his eyes making his gaze all the more intense. He was sharply dressed, shiny shoes and a bright purple vest, his thick hair slicked back.

She looked away bashfully, not used to being looked at in such a way. But as she moved toward the bar she glanced back a couple times to see him still leering like he wanted her. She had just entered the place and already her stomach was coiling.

Lucas tried to beckon to her but she was too fast. He wanted to go after her but he didn't want to seem over-eager. So he finished his cigarette, already planning what he wanted to do to her. It had been a while since he'd actually fantasized.

Throwing the butt in an ashtray he walked calmly to the bar, playing it ever so cool.

He went to the counter beside her, leaning against it and giving her a coy smirk; though he was confident he still liked to be polite.

He would have joined her for a drink, but he never drank on the job, so he simply spoke, "I saw you looking at me. Does that mean you want to play?"

She looked over, taking her attention from the vodka and sprite she had ordered. He was even more stunning up close, his eyes shining and his features set in just the right way. She could feel herself clamming up so she brought the drink up to her lips and took a sip. She thought hard, she had come to this place to experience it, to see what the hype was all about, so why not experience it with a handsome man? Even if he did make her feel ten times more nervous.

She lowered the glass and nodded.

His smirk turned into a soft smile when she nodded, timid, cute. He pushed himself from the counter, "Come with me. Bring your drink."

He led her through the crowd, not paying attention to any other women. She was most definitely the one.

She followed, taking one sip after the other, feeling anxious. Although she wasn't much of a drinker, this was as good of a time for alcohol as any.

When they reached his booth he held the purple curtain open for her, a slight smirk back on his features, his eyes shining with something akin to amusement; he found her endearing already.