In His Service

club

"Stay close, Virginia."

I barely had time to nod once in affirmation before Luc was guiding me out of the elevator doors and the thump of heavy bass accosted my eardrums. We emerged into a cool, short corridor that led to a heavy oak door with the words "Galloway Club" embossed upon it.

A window to the right of the door revealed a slight man in a crimson uniform sitting at a security station, and he was clearly in charge of admittance through the door. He glanced up as we approached, straightening slightly at the sight of Luc, but schooling his expression as he nodded once and pressed a button below the window.

A low chime accompanied the sound of the lock turning, and the wooden door opened smoothly inward as the sound of the music became louder. Luc shot me a wink as his palm found the small of my back and he led me through the door into the Galloway Club.

Another short corridor awaited us behind the door, this one paneled in the same dark wood as the elevator. It curved off to the left before ending at a heavy black velvet curtain. Luc made a beeline for it, grasping the heavy fabric and tugging it aside for me to enter before him.

As I did, I had to struggle to keep my jaw from gaping wide open. Beyond the curtain was a sprawling space, dominated by a raised bar in the center which surrounded a two-tier stage which was currently displaying a trio of incredibly flexible pole dancers. Several well-dressed men and women were seated around the bar, conversing with one another or watching the dancers.

Dotted around the open space surrounding the bar were smaller daises, each equipped with a variety of furniture, from armchairs to what looked like stocks.

On one dais, a topless woman was leaning forward over what appeared to be a chopping block, her hands bound tightly at the base of her spine, and her hard nipples rubbing roughly against the wooden surface as the man behind her pounded into her with relentless thrusts.

On another, a man reclined in a large leather armchair as a woman and man in coordinating black lingerie began undressing him and touching each other in the process. The man's eyes were hooded as he leaned back in the chair, his fingertips trailing over the woman's ass, then moving to cup the other man's erection in one hand as his other hand moved to his own hard length.

I tore my eyes away as I followed Luc deeper into the space, my breath coming in shallow pants as I struggled to keep my body in check as it responded to the shows going on around us. I schooled my expression and raised my chin as I focused on Luc's hand gripping mine, pulling me along through the people who were milling around, spectating the various couples in the club or watching the dancers on stage.

Luc tossed a sexy glance back my way as we meandered through the bodies in the room, headed towards a large, carved wooden set of double doors at the far end of the room. He caught my eye and licked his lips, grinning in a cocky way as he tugged me along, clearly gauging my reaction. I cocked an eyebrow at him, flashing him a seductive smirk and feigning blazé indifference as we moved on.

Even as my heart beat out of rhythm at the things I'd witnessed and my thighs trembled with the idea of Luc using any of the club's resources to draw out even an ounce of my pleasure. I lunged closer to Luc under the pretense of being jostled by the crowd, and as he caught my waist to steady me I arched my back into him and let my taught nipples brush over his sleeve.

I let out a breathy moan as I leaned into him, lingering with our bodies close and our lips so close I could smell his crisp scent. A smile danced across my lips as I felt him tense in response to my closeness, and I cocked a brow at him again as I pushed the boundaries with him in his own club.  

Luc's eyes narrowed a fraction as he worked out whether or not I was faking my arousal, but I could see the split second decision in his eyes when he chose to push back, testing my boundaries as well, and I fucking loved it.