~Soft Velvet~

1

Blue

With a sigh I roll my shoulders back making my spine crack before twisting my head side to side relaxing as the bones pop. The "Soft Velvet" was booming but also stressful and being the owner it took a lot of work. To ensure everyone's safety each person is required to be a member unless as a guest, have background checks, and go through a bdsm training course before they can frequent the upper levels of the club.

Down in the base floor I made it a normal setting but once you enter the blue doors that lead up the stairs you're met with your kinkiest wet dreams. There are different areas for each kind, those into soft play stay in the main area, sadist and masochist typically lounge in the dungeon area and all mix of people go to watch scenes in the "offices".  The third floor is reserved for private shows for small groups of people as well as the VIP lounges. On top of that we offer rooms on the fourth and fifth floors, the sixth and top most floor just for myself and staff. There are trained security who walk the floors ensuring everything is in order and kitchen staff in the back. A universal safe word is known throughout the club, Red, if that safe word is said everything comes to a stop until the situations resolved.

Making everything run smoothly can be hard work as it is, but having to go through 30 back ground checks on a Friday is the cherry on the top of a sundae. As the owner I ensure every background check goes through me first, before getting a second opinion to let each person in. I made Soft Velvet to ensure every submissive was comfortable and safe and every dominant knew the boundaries firmly set, and vice versa. No way in hell would I let just anyone have access to the fantasies and trust that take place on the upper floors. 

"Master B!" Someone yelled at me. With a sigh I turned around to find one of the security guards making his way towards me. Can't I just go home?

"Jellybean. What do you want." I looked at the small submissive that happened to be one of my security guards. Logan was 5'2, a small little twink but he did kick boxing making him more that enough to handle the patrons in the club.

"Can I have two guests tomorrow night? I'm off and I want to show them the club." His voice was meek as he looked down scoffing the toe of his boot on the wooden floor. With a sigh I start walking back towards my office.

"Come on let's get the paperwork done...." The annoyance in my voice was clear but I couldn't say no when he gave me the shy act. Logan smiled widely and skipped towards my office happily. Pulling out two papers I handed them to him as well as a pen, and begun quickly filling them out. I flopped into the chair behind me desk and watched Logan scribble away on the paper. "Who are you bringing in?"

"My friends Ellie and Jax. Ellie is a Domme but Jax knows nothing about bdsm so I don't know what he is. He may be vanilla for all I know." He spoke, never looking up from the paper. Great, another person we'll have you convert.

"Okay, but remember they are your responsibility." I sighed and took the papers after they we finished. I quickly glanced over the information making sure I have everything I need before sending away the small man practically bouncing in the chair across from me. I guess this makes it 32 background checks. For guests it a little more strict because they don't sign a contract but a waiver. I quickly pulled up the two profiles on my laptop and read through each, my eyes lingering slightly one the large "maybe vanilla" male. Everything looks in order so I sent the files to my security head for the double check. Based on how quickly I got a response I'm guessing Nix is working late as well.

With confrontation that they are clear I send Logan a text saying all is good and close my laptop. With a glance at the clock I realize there's no point in going home so I trudge to my personal play room to sleep there. At least o have all the things I'll need hot work tomorrow already here. I kick off my shoes in the door and quickly undress before climbing into the unused bed. My play room is something I hope to share with someone special. With a long days work baring down on me, I drift off into a dreamless sleep quickly.