Bianca
As we entered, I automatically clung to St Just in horror.
The outside of the building was ordinary enough, built on the lines of a huge castle. The wooden doors had been guarded by bouncers in black outfits, their muscles bulging. They nodded deferentially enough at my Master and we entered. As the doors thudded shut behind us with a soft sound, I looked around and gasped.
It was dim; it took a few minutes for my eyes to adjust to the semi-darkness. But then I saw the corridor stretching out ahead of me, a long one, with murals on either side. Men, women, and animals, all contorted in various explicit poses, made me want to turn and run out.
St Just grabbed my waist and said softly,
“Pet.”
*
I stiffened and followed him, my hand in his large one, my head bowed. I simply did not want to, nay, could not, look a the disgusting things that were depicted on the walls in such grotesque detail.
St Just laughed, a soft, sinister chuckle that only served to make me feel frightened.
He tugged me forward and I felt myself go tense as I heard the sound of music, throbbing and insistent, reached me. Along with the noises of people…moaning?
And then I came to a full stop as I saw the sight that met my eyes.
We were on some elevated area and I later realized that we had been standing on a mezzanine.
*
Around us were people engaging in various forms of sexual activities and I knew that my mouth had dropped open.
Naked women, naked men…some man crawling on the ground, a woman leading him in a casual manner…
I shut my eyes and said, repugnance out of my voice.
He shrugged and said, “Come, we’ll go down.”
Carefully, I followed him down the stairs, avoiding looking a the people who were engaged in all kinds of activities. I felt some men and women stop to stare, could feel their interest but trembling, I trotted behind St Just who held my hand tightly.
“C’mon, share the fresh meat, man?” shouted a big black man who was on a seat, a woman kneeling before him. He was naked, his body gleaming and he smiled, revealing big white teeth, his eyes eating me.
I turned away, feeling terrified.
But St Just glanced over and said dismissively,
“Nope, East. She’s mine. Only mine.”
If that was supposed to make me feel better, it did not.
“No…”
St Just stood before me, blocking my view.
“I come here every week, pet,” he said, forcing me to open my eyes and look up at him.
“You do?” I echoed, unable to keep the consternation out of my voice.
He nodded, guiding me to another corridor and we walked, our footsteps soundless as we padded along the thick red carpets.
I clutched his arm, still terrified and felt the hard muscle beneath my fingers.
*
When we emerged into another hall, I took a deep breath. Doors led off on each side and I glanced at them in trepidation. Mirrors, floor-to-ceiling ones, filled in the intervening gaps between the doors and when I caught sight of myself, I knew my jaw dropped to the floor.
I looked…like a sl*t!
Shamefaced, I avoided glancing at them as I trotted along beside St Just.
One of the doors was open and when I looked in, ai saw more men and women, doing something only they knew.
Dropping my end, I sighed.
St Just stopped and rounded on me, tilting my chin.
‘You really hate it, don’t you, Pet?” he said shrewdly.
I nodded, biting my lip miserably.
‘I won’t hurt you, no one will touch you, got it?” he went on firmly and I nodded.
“Speak up,’ he drawled and I swallowed.
“Yes, Master,” I said and his eyes widened. He tugged at one of the silly metal hoops and I automatically moved to him.
So that’s why they are there, huh? I thought in disgust.
But St Just was already lowering his head, kissing me gently and my arms went up, around his neck.
*
Someone laughed and we broke our embrace. A woman stood a little away, in a sheer black suit that revealed her body. her perfect body with tiny breasts and slim hips. I felt like a fat cow before her.
*
‘Master Finn,” she purred and moved forward, like a cat stalking it’s prey.
Pushing me aside just a little, she threw her arms around St Just, kissing him deeply. All the while, St Just stood, a hand clasping mine, firmly reminding me that I was not to run away.
She turned to me, her eyes narrowed in displeasure.
“And who do we have here?” She said it mockingly.
St Just moved out of her embrace, pulling me to his body.
“My pet,” he said and then, turning to me, he went on,” Meet Yellow Rose.”
The woman with her hideous blonde hair, which was probably a wig, I deduced, stepped to me and laid a hand on my breast, squeezing. I yelped and shoved her hand away.
St Just moved and placed his body before me, protecting me.
“She’s with me, Yellow. Hands off.”
His voice was hard and brooked no dissent. I saw the other woman’s startlingly green yes flash as she shot me a look of deep dislike.
“Uh…huh?” she said sounding incredulous.
But she huffed and stalked away. I felt the waves of antipathy radiating from her as she moved apart and knew that I had not seen the last of her.
St Just placed a hand on my cheek and I looked up at him.
“Don’t worry Pet,” he smiled,” I shall not leave your side till we leave Kinksters.”
I nodded but my heart fell.
We were going to be here for some time then!
*
In another part of the same club, Liam O’ Grady sat, his legs stretched out, languidly sipping a whiskey. A woman was on his lap, rubbing herself on his crotch determinedly and he was on half mast because she had been trying it on him from the time he had walked in.
On the explicit instructions of the owner of the Club, a man named Malachy.
*
He had been at a loose end and knew that only having a woman release his tension would help.
And of course, and as his brother had asked him to check out the Kinksters, as a future investment, well, he thought, why not head over and get a nice f*ck along with it?
Of course, the woman he wanted was a beautiful, earthy little one, a woman who had never taken a man before him; her artlessness and her gentle passion had floored him.
Her lovely, soft fragrant body, her innocence…Damn, but his erection was too much to handle.
*
He had completed his boxing practice quickly but had not been able to get his mind off the
lovely, curvy woman who had been dancing in the rain, had recollected, again and again, in
agonizing detail, how she had flown into his brother’s arms, with such joy, kissing him.
Exasperated at his lackluster practice, his trainer had stopped him.
“Bugger off, O’Grady,” he growled,”Yer mind is on yer di*k.”
*
Thinking of what had made him hard, Liam O’Grady gripped the half-naked escort who was beginning to run out of patience and he kissed her, drawing back with a wolfish grin.
“Let’s see you on your knees then, my lovey,” he said and the woman scrambled down in her haste to please him.
The owner of Kinkster’s, a large, florid man, had been bending backwards to keep O’Grady happy and two more of the best escorts were beside him, kissing him, their hands all over his body.
Jay Malachy was the man who ran the kink club and he was eager to do business with the handsome, powerful Mafia Boss who had strolled in earlier that evening. O’Grady had a reputation and his thickly muscled body, the deep black hair and handsome face with the stubble over his jaws, made him look dashing and unattainable. Everyone knew he was a fierce lover and all the escorts had been chosen keeping that in mind.
“First, pleasure, ” beamed Malachy,” Then we talk business, right?’
O’Grady with his men, the trusted wingmen who went everywhere with him, had sat down.
The men looked away as the escorts, skimpily dressed, flocked to be with the Mafia Boss.
*
Liam O’Grady grunted, throwing his head back as the woman delicately took out his c*ck and began to s*ck. He shut his eyes, his mind on only one woman, the woman whose virginity he had taken…Bianca Cruz…