Story of Us

Chapter 14-Sawyer

I am sitting in the town car, nestled into the crook of Trevor's arm trying not to vibrate with the nervous energy I feel inside. We are driving through a part of Las Vegas that I have never seen on movies or advertisements. It is classy, with brick and fancy irony work gates surrounding the homes within, and every house has a name, instead of number address. I read Maycott Manor, and look to see just a glimpse of spires and a tall pointed roof silhouetted by the moonlight. As we make a left turn, I can see a huge white home, looking more like a replica of the White House, with it's columns and doomed roof, resting upon a hill at least a mile back behind the stone wall covered in ivy. As we approach the gate, the driver rolls down the window for Trevor, and he quickly inputs a code in the keypad.

"Good Evening Mr. VanKampe" we hear through the box, before the gate begins to creak and jingle it's way open. It reminds me of like House on Haunted Hill or something, and for the first time I wonder if I have made a mistake. What if this is more of a horror movie situation instead of an erotic adventure? I look over at Trevor suspiciously. Do I really know this man? Maybe I should have told the girls what we were up too, just in case I never make it out of this asylum alive.

"It looks kind of creepy, huh?" Trevor says almost like he is reading my thoughts. "Yeah" I croak out, and he squeezes my thigh reassuringly. As we pull up to the circular drive, a footman appears to open the door for us. I see the bronze plaque between the front doors and a huge glass window that says Opium Den est. 1886 and recognize it as were Charlize had sent her naked selfie. I have made Trevor show me the offending photos. As we walk in we are greeted with low light in a grand foyer, with a circular desk in the center. A gentleman wearing a formal suit comes around the desk to greet us, ignoring me and offering a hand to Trevor.

"Mr. VanKampe, pleasure. Madame Cast has been made aware of your arrival and will be down shortly to greet you personally. If you and your guest would just follow me, I'll take you to your safe." The man says without a glance my way.

"Carlyle." Trevor says in a dominant tone that snaps my head in attention as well.

Carlyle positions his head slightly down and while looking at the floor addresses Trevor.

"Yes, sir"

"My guest, as you are aware of, is Ms. Sawyer Kingsbury. She shall be addressed as Ms. Kingsbury, and she is never to be ignored. Ms. Kingsbury will be joining me in membership as my collared partner. Am I clear?" Trevor commands.

"Yes, sir. I am sorry Ms. Kingsbury, please forgive my rudeness." Carlyle says not looking up at me, I look at Trevor, stunned by what is going on and he nods at me to respond.

"Thank you?" I ask in response, and a small chuckle escapes Trevor's mouth before he snaps his face back into a stern scowl.

"Our safe, Carlyle." Trevor directs and Carlyle leads us into what I would have assumed was a servants quarter's hallway. There are doors lining the hall, each labeled with a letter and number in a gold plated plaque. When we step in front of room D45, Carlyle stops and waits with his head bowed. Trevor flips a gold plated circle that I though was covering a lock, and uses his thumb print to unlock the door. The door opens and the it is more like a linen closet. Trevor removes his sports coat and hangs it on a hook, then helps me out of mine. He pulls the items from his pockets, his wallet, cellphone, and a wad of condoms, and puts them in a tray sitting on a self. He takes my clutch, and removes my cellphone from it, opening it so that Carlyle can see inside that it only has a lipstick left, Carlyle nods and Trevor stuffs the condoms into my clutch. Carlyle then pats down Trevor, then myself to make sure we have empty our pockets and are not carrying any camera or recording devices. I notice for the first time that their is a control panel on the other side of the door, and Carlyle types in a code then moves away.