“Another shot of Jameson, Rex!” I call down to the end of the bar where the bald headed man is flirting with a dominatrix dressed in leather from head-to-toe, only her eyes peaking out from under a cat-like mask. Many of the high society types try and hide their identity behind these doors. Hoping the rest of the work will never see them for the kinky son of a bitch they really are. I never thought about hiding my own identity though, my skin and demeanor when I am here is enough to hide who I really am.
That’s when he catches my eye. The business suit caught my eye first. As I move my eyes over his high priced clothes I can tell he is new. That and the fact that I have never seen him here before. He turns, and I catch a pair of the most intense and beautiful blue eyes I have ever seen on a man. They shimmer like ice on a cold February day. Stubble lightly dons his strong jaw. Although, there is nothing I love more on a man that a clean haircut, and a fresh shave, his stubble looks good enough to lick.
Rex returns with my shot, and I shoot it back, followed by a chug of beer. I am done with the alcohol for the night, not that Rex would serve me much more. The club was always careful to adhere to a strict drink limit, mixing too much alcohol with the sexual exploits of the club could become very dangerous, especially for newcomers. I’ll let Star run up the tab. She fists her martini and comes to rest beside me. “Our usual table tonight?” I nod, as she drags Evan toward the round glass table alongside the back wall.
Everything inside Sinners and Swings is wood, deep cherry hard wood. The walls are decorated sparely in large canvas prints, all of erotic nature. Even though it is a kink club, it is an upperclass establishment, not one of those pervert filled dives, people go to in hopes of scoring a blow job in the bathroom. Private suites lined the side hallway, and the entire second floor of the building. Places for couples, or groups of consenting adults to have a little private fun. Unlike most kink clubs, Sinners and Swingers skipped the themed room bullshit. If you want an experience of that nature, this just isn’t the place for you.
I start to follow Star and Evan to our usual table when I catch the mysterious new stranger staring. We make eye contact for a brief moment, as if there were some kind of magnetic pull I start making my way toward him. “I will catch up in a minute,” I whisper into Star’s ear, privately, trying not to attract much attention tonight. I am just not in the mood for the admirers.
Was it the fact that I think he is sexy as sin, or maybe the fact that he is just fresh meat? I can’t decide. What I can tell you, is he never broke my gaze as I made my way toward him.
“Your new here,” I say to him, as a small smile hints at the corners of his lickable mouth. I extend my arm in greeting, “Mistress Marilyn, love.” He takes my hand, and it shocks me. Like literally fucking shocks me. I haven’t felt a shock like that since my older brother used to rub his feet across the funky old carpet in our Brownstone and shock me.
“Nice to meet you, Mistress Marilyn. I’m Levi.” He shrugs his shoulders, definitely a newbie or he would have been prepared with a scene name. I find him incredibly adorable though. “Nice to meet you Levi. Extremely nice to meet you.” Poor guy, I am virtually eating him alive. “If you are up for a little fun, I will be over there with a couple friends.” I motion over to Star who is now sitting in Evan’s lap. I roll my eyes at their display of public affection. Levi takes notice immediately. He chuckles to himself, and turns for the bar as I make my way back to the table.
As I sit down on the red velvet cushioned medieval looking chair, Evan whispers something into Star’s ear cuing her to grind her ass against the noticeable bulge in his much to tight skinny jeans. Fucking God I hate guys who wear skinny jeans. Whoever thought making chick jeans for dudes needs to be shot. Star leans in to me, the booze thick on her breath.
“We are gonna get outta here. This isn’t really Evan’s scene, plus I gotta get up early tomorrow.” She grasps for excuses, so her boyfriend doesn’t look like the total tool he is. “Work? Its fucking eight at night. But if sissy boy can’t hang, no biggie. I’m not sticking around long tonight anyway.” I lied. I will probably sit here till close, trying to muster up a little fun, even if I do have to celebrate alone tonight.
Star stands, and I join her in goodbyes. Before I know it, her lips are on mine, I open up, ever so slightly to accept her probing tongue. Just for a moment, I get lost in her glorious mouth before she starts to pull away. I latch on to her bottom lip with a soft nibble before releasing her. Sometimes, I swear her mouth feels like home. “Later Star.” Evan turns to me and shoots daggers in my direction, and I flip him the bird. “Sit on this fuck bag.” God I fucking hate him. I don’t hate many people, but there is something about him that rubs me the wrong fucking way.
And like that, I am alone. But I am used to it. I am like Pee Wee, a loner, a real rebel dotty. Yes, I am fucking reciting Pee Wee’s Big Adventure in my head. This night is going to hell in a hand-basket. While I laugh at myself in my own mind, I fail to notice Levi making his way to my table. After watching him from a far, I notice the boy had done a couple laps, had a drink and hasn’t caught the eye of anyone else. I am not surprised though, the people who come here aren’t looking for the banker look. They could probably find a guy like him to fuck right at work. Typically I wouldn’t give him a second glance, but his eyes tell me there is something dangerous about him. I am a gluten for punishment when it comes to dangerous men.
My cell phone vibrates in my pocket, drawing my attention away from the newbie, and to my back pocket. I pull the phone out and see Star peering back at me. In the picture she set as her called ID she sits seductively on my bed, topless holding her sizable breasts up with her arm, fully sleeved in My Little Pony tattoos. She takes the 80’s cartoon phenomenon way too seriously.
“Hey?” I answer with curiosity, because there is no way Star should be calling me already.
“He is such a fucking douche. I am coming back.” The line goes dead and I can only wonder what the fuck conspired after they walked out. I am sure it had to do with our more than friendly parting kiss. Maybe she would finally kick his ass to the curb. A girl can hope!
“Hey,” Levi sits down in the chair across from me. I turn to him, “Hey.” Talk about awkward. I have to break this boy in or the others are going to eat him alive. He is so out of place it is ridiculous.
“I have to ask you, Levi. What are you doing in a place like this?” His eyes widen, as if he wasn’t expecting the question. Someone was bound to ask him at some point. He leans in close, really close. Then whispers in my ear, clearly not wanting anyone to hear whatever he is about to confess. “I have needs. New found kink that I need in my sex life. All the women I have been with aren’t into it. So, here I am.” A look flashes on his face. I am not sure if it is embarrassment, or humiliation. Usually I am so good at reading people, I do it every day at work, but I feel bad for him. We have all been there at some point. I know I have long ago.
“It happens to the best of us, love.” I lick my bottom lip, then run my tongue across my teeth. God he looks good enough to eat. Just as I am about to make my move, I spot Star from across the sprawling great room. “That right there is my best friend, if you play your cards right, tonight you can have us both.” I wink at him as she plops her sad ass down in my lap. I can see she has been crying, and I can only wonder what that asshat said to her. She nuzzled into my neck, resting her head on my shoulder. Her blonde and neon hair curtains her face, as she continued to sniffle.