Them

Chapter 1

Present

I rolled my neck letting go of the tension that sat at my shoulders. Hearing the cracking of my bones and the muscles relax I let out a low groan. I've been working fourteen to eighteen hour days this week trying to stay up on the Letterman trial but the stress has been getting to me. I was thankful it was Friday, not only for the weekend but because the club was opened. I need to let loose and I need to clear my head.

"Hey, Luna. We're all going to go to Steam sixty-seven tonight are you in?" I looked up to see Micah standing in my doorway, his suit still pristine like he just got to work. Only now, it was nearly seven-thirty at night. I blinked at the stunning man before me, blond thick hair pushed off and gelled to the side. Bright blue eyes and a lean, muscular figure that stood about six-feet tall. Why couldn't I just say yes? Yes I'll go with you and the other guys to the hottest club around. Yes I'll finally agree to go on a date with you. But instead I said, "I think I'm just going to head home and catch up on some sleep. It's been a long week but thanks for the invite."

He gave me a small smile, disappointment clear on his face. Dammit, what's wrong with me? "Alright. Maybe next time?" I gave him a tight smile and nodded. "Okay, well, have a good night then."

"Thank you. You, too." Another smile and then he was gone. I let out a heavy sigh, cursing myself for being so ridiculous. I should have gone. I should have just went out like a normal person, to a normal club, got shit faced and went home with a hot guy. That's what a normal twenty-eight year old would be doing. Going out and partying, hooking up for the weekend. If only I was normal.

I gathered my stuff up quickly checking the time on my watch before hustling to the elevator. The club doesn't open until ten so I have enough time to grab dinner and get ready before I make my way over. I let out a heavy sigh sinking into my car. Damn, I really need this tonight.

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Climbing out of the cab I shake out my hair, fluffing it up once more -I straightened my long locks, hoping it would hide the tiredness I felt from the week- before I fix my outfit. Glancing down I smile at my way too short black, satin dress. The material is flowy but clings to all of my curves. The little material hangs high on my neck while the back droops low, exposing everything from my head to the base of my back, just above my ass. I push my hair over my shoulder and smile as I hear my heels clicking as I walk down the alleyway.

Émouvant. My dirty little secret. If someone would have told me I'd be here three years ago, I would have laughed in their face and recoiled. But after meeting them my life changed. And I can never go back. I smile at the door man as he nods and welcomes me in, "Miss Hearst. Welcome back ma'am."

"Thanks, Jerry." I saunter into the dark, dimly lit hallway, making my way to the second set of doors. The receptionist greets me, "Good evening, Miss Hearst. Will you be participating this evening?"

I smile at her, hand on the door, "I haven't decided yet, Rachel. I know who to contact if I do." "Enjoy your night, ma'am." Another smile, and I pull open the door at the sound of the clicking when Rachel presses the button to unlock the doors, "Thank you."

My body warms and my heart skips at best when I enter the familiar setting. The expansive rooms are all dimly lit, giving a sultry look. Filled with blacks, reds, silvers and grays, all the furniture, curtains and accessories blend together for the perfect feel. The five story building is dedicated strictly to the club and has a theme for each level. Any guest has the choice to participate or not but all phones are confiscated on the first level. Émouvant is discreet and only for the elite. Men pay a handsome amount to come and women are only allowed by invite until you become a regular. Five or more times of attendance and women get to come whenever they want. Pun intended.

I drop my phone in the dedicated lockers and take my key. I need stress relief but I haven't decided if I want to participate or not. Heading to the bar, I order a dirty martini downing the dry drink the moment it's put in my hands before asking for another. With my newly refreshed drink I make my way to my favorite level. Level three.

I'm making my way past a couple making out by the bar when a man stops me. Strong jawline, blonde hair and brown eyes, "What brings you here, babydoll? Business or pleasure?" I cock my head at him, taking a small sip of my drink. I raise my eyebrow in response and he laughs, "Ah. So you'd rather watch then play? Hmm, I woulda thought a pretty thing like you would wanna get her hands dirty in a place like this. We've got a lot of eye candy in here but none as stunning as you, sweetheart."

I take another swig of my drink, eyeing it carefully while I respond to mystery man, "It's a sex club, sweetheart. I'm sure you'll have your eye full and forget all about me in a second." Before he can respond I turn on my heel and make my way up the stairs.

Each floor is dedicated for specific desires. The top - the fifth floor- being strictly bedrooms where couples can pay to rent out the room for the night and any props they might want for their fantasy. The fourth, is all about props. The third is multiple partners. The second is any type of sex and the main level is fully clothed, with bars, food and some dancers.

Crossing the threshold to the third floor entrance I shiver at the sounds of moans, groans and cries around me. The sounds fueling my lust and my stress slipping away. I pull open the doors, stroll into the gigantic room and scan the beautiful audience. People watching, people enjoying, people participating. It's all so much that it takes me out of my head. Away from the stresses of my every day life. I never would have imagined things like this existed. Never would have thought I'd be into it. But the moment I met them something changed. They awoke a part of me I didn't know existed and now I can't live without it.

My eyes rake over the multiple bodies caressing each other. I wander past a group of five, a threesome of girls and a foursome of boys before my eyes are captivated by the group on the end. A pale brunette, her eyes clenched shut so tight it almost looks like she's in pain. Her hands are laced into a blonde's hair holding him between her legs while a red headed man is pinching her nipples and biting and sucking on her neck. I'm frozen in place, watching as her back arches off the gray love seat that she's placed on. Her cries growing louder and louder until they catch in her throat and she spasms uncontrollably. Neither of the men letting up on devouring her body. I clench my thighs together, feeling the warm soak my underwear.  She's barely recovered before she begins to shake again and I let out a small whimper.

I've never participated at the club before. Never felt the urge to. I've been coming here for a year and never once had the reaction that I'm having right now. The tightness in my lower belly is too much. My fastened breathing takes a hold and it feels as if I'm the pale brunette getting devoured in front of me. I spin around, closing my eyes as tight as I can to get control but the second I do I see them. It's them doing that to me. Them devouring my body. It takes every ounce of control I have not to moan and I swallow my cry. Letting out a deep breath I nod to myself. Okay. You can do this. This'll be good. Deciding to finally participate. To feel what I've longed to feel for so long. I open my eyes, attempting to make my way to the room owner and tell him my decision but the second my eyes adjust to the dim setting, I'm frozen in place.

My mouth opens in shock. My eyes widen and the room starts spinning. My heart races and I reach out to hold on to the first thing I can find, the man next to me. I see him smiling from the corner of my eye but my eyes are focused forward. On the two ghosts I never thought I'd see again. Them.