Getting Rowdy: A Club Irons Novel (Irons Series)

by Drew Sera

  “Fuck, I know all about the hotel gaming boy. Forbes knows all about him too. I thought you were worried and concerned with who the golden boy hangs out with. You’re okay with him hanging out with the doctor and the hotel guy?” Paul questioned.

  “I am.”

  Paul continued to watch the younger Doms over the coming weeks and I, in turn, kept my eyes on him. Anthony, Colin, and Matt were becoming great friends, and I was elated that Anthony had found a couple of really nice guys to be friends with. I know he didn’t have friends outside of the club, but I was hopeful that Colin and Matt could become good friends with him.

  It was a few days before Christmas when I witnessed Anthony finding a dynamic that I could tell he instantly loved. Cathy and I were in the dungeon alongside Matt and many other onlookers, as Anthony and Colin co-topped a bottom.

  Anthony and Colin moved flawlessly through the scene. They fed off each other almost as if they had been doing this for years together. I was so proud of how far Anthony has come in just the past year that he’s been coming to Irons and he would just continue to grow.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  February 2003

  "Harder, Professor!" whined a bratty bottom that one of our club members was playing with.

  Seth was a long-time member of Irons, and I often enjoyed watching his scenes because he favored the Daddy Dom/little girl dynamic, which was one of my interests. I leaned against the pillar in the hall and smiled as I watched the little bratty one get put over Seth's lap. This girl was really working out the scene and was making her motions overly dramatic. Seth inserted a decent sized butt plug, which quieted the girl down for a few moments before he began spanking her with the ruler.

  Once the punishment was handed over, Seth had tied her to the desk, fucked her and then carried her to the bright colored red chair off to the side. The brat curled up on his lap and nestled her head against his chest. They were content as Seth provided after care.

  I sighed, and when I turned to head downstairs, I saw Cathy leaning on the opposite pillar watching me. She smiled as she approached me and placed her hand on my chest before letting it traipse down to the bulge in my pants. Daddy Dom/little girl scenes always made me rock hard, and she knew it.

  "Blake, darling, why don't you see if you can schedule a play time with her?" Cathy asked while groping me.

  I shook Cathy off. Seth's little play partner was too dramatic. While I loved the Daddy Dom/little girl dynamic, I wanted the play partner to be more genuinely attracted to that role versus a bratty bottom that just wanted to play in that role for an evening. I knew that the urge was too deeply rooted in me to be sated by a young woman just filling that role for a play scene. At least, by one who really had no interest in the dynamic.

  Over the years, Cathy has continued to try to enter the head space needed to play with me in Daddy Dom/little girl scenes. It's something that despite her trying, she just can't do it. I understand and certainly am not going to push her into doing it. She, however, realizes that kind of play is a desire of mine. Cathy has tried helping me find partners in Irons to play to meet that need, but so far, I haven’t felt any connection with the possible play partners. And for me to be true to myself and feed this desire, I must have some connection with the young woman. For other types of play scenes, as long as it’s negotiated, I can play with just about anyone in my club. But the Daddy Dom/little girl play is on lock down until I find the right young woman. I'm lucky to have such an open wife that I can entertain all of my urges with…except one that I really want to turn loose.

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  February 2003

  It was Tuesday and "guest night" at my club. I made sure that Irons had the appropriate staff on hand for Dungeon Monitors on these nights. While it was fantastic to see new faces, the word "liability" was always at the forefront in my mind. The last thing I needed was an injury or an accusation on my hands because God knows how hard it was to obtain licensing for Irons with a liquor license here in Vegas. I couldn’t afford to have anything go sideways.

  I walked around the club to check on all of my Dungeon Monitors and their stations. When I made my way to the lower level where the dungeon and stalls are, I immediately saw Paul. I was glad he was a monitor down here tonight and at the opposite end of the dungeon was Anthony. Both men took the Dungeon Monitor roles seriously, and I headed upstairs satisfied that they'd have the dungeon under control. Thankfully, Paul had calmed down over the years with regards to Anthony, and all it took was that final conversation with Paul where I threatened to suspend him from the club and removed him from the mentoring program. I think a lot of it was pure jealousy though. Anthony was so young when he joined the club and was wealthy, educated and was finding his place in the BDSM community. Paul was jealous of that, though I’m sure he would deny it.

  I noticed Brent was at the bar and made my way over to him, as I hadn’t seen him in a while. Brent wasn’t a 24/7 Dom by any means. Brent also wasn’t a member, so I only saw him on guest nights. He’s a service Top who stops in when the mood strikes him. Tonight, was a little different in that he had a very young woman with him, and at first glance, I feared she may not even be old enough to drink. My concern took me to my front desk and check-in lobby. The staff knows to check identification especially close on guest night, but the only way I'd relax was to view her sign-in card myself. In the lobby, I asked for Brent's card and the card for the young woman he brought this evening. With it, in my hand, I began reviewing it.

  Kelsie Helden, age twenty-one, no known allergies to medications, Brent was listed as the emergency contact, no known triggers, one hard limit: ball gags. Her safe word is 'red'.

  Nothing jumped out at me other than she was extremely young and with such a small list of hard limits, it led me to believe that she wasn't very experienced in the lifestyle. I did find it interesting though what she had listed there for her hard limits: ball gags. She’s obviously had some experience and knows she’s not into it.

  Joining Brent for a beer at the bar, I watched Kelsie interact with one of our younger submissives. She had a spark about her that I could pick up on as I watched her for a few moments.

  "New girl, Brent?" I asked and nodded in the direction of Kelsie.

  "Not exactly, Blake. Call it a mentoring project."

  When I heard the phrase “mentoring project”, I knew that more was involved between them than just a sexual fling. Our mentoring program at Irons was very involved. Given the hell I went through to get licensure for the club, I had taken many precautions to ensure that this was a safe place. I knew the time and care that is involved with mentoring someone and it can be the most rewarding experience.

  Brent explained that on multiple occasions Kelsie has been escorted off the hotel property where he is head of security. Though the circumstances were not what I would have assumed.

  A number of months ago, Brent was called to one of the hotel rooms after a room attendant found Kelsie bound to the bed and gagged. Here's the ball gag connection, I thought to myself. Kelsie had met some young men at a shitty BDSM club near the university, and they had an evening with her at the hotel Brent worked. The guys ran off, and Kelsie was later found by the housekeeping staff.

  “She was questioned by my security team and denied that she wasn’t there on her own accord. She indicated she was fucked up and likes that sort of thing. To be honest, I hated the way security looked at her after she admitted she was into the stuff the men did. Granted, I’m sure she didn’t like being cuffed to the hotel bed and then left, but I thought it was pretty brave of her to admit. She refused medical care from the paramedics and left on her own. She’s a tough girl.”

  I sipped my beer and listened to Brent continue on.

  "A Few weeks later, I saw her on a security camera arriving with another guy. I watched how rough he was with her as they walked toward the elevator. I intercepted them and told the guy to get lost. Kelsie met him hours before at the same fucking club.�
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  “Which club?” I interrupted.

  “Tails.”

  I wasn’t surprised. Tails has been shut down numerous times only to reopen and somehow pull even a darker crowd. Tails didn’t require membership, nor did they have safety precautions in place to prevent problems. The club drew a crowd of individuals that sought young college kids or those inexperienced in the BDSM lifestyle. These people selected the inexperienced or young because they didn’t pose a threat. Tails didn’t have Dungeon Monitors either, and rumor has it, everyone signs a waiver that what happens in the club, stays in the club. Which is bullshit and completely dangerous.

  Brent continued, “I was concerned that she was going to get herself into trouble with these guys from Tails. She obviously craved aspects in the lifestyle but was getting messed up in the wrong crowd. And she has a mouth on her. I took her to the coffee shop in the hotel and talked to her about safety. I told her Tails was not a good place for her. She said she couldn’t get into any of the nicer BDSM clubs so she frequented Tails. I came clean to her right away and told her I was in the lifestyle, which is how I knew that Tails was trash. She and I made a deal. I told her I’d bring her here, to Irons, so that she could see the difference between Tails and a exceptional club and she promised me to stay out of Tails.”

  Feeling a sense of pride in my club and I smiled and returned my gaze to Kelsie as she listened to another submissive point out various stations.

  “You do realize that you’ve dangled candy in front of a child by bringing her here, Brent.”

  “Blake, you know Tails isn’t a good place. That girl, won’t last there. She wouldn’t even make the news if her body was found in the alley behind the club. She doesn’t have any family, and she’s kind of bratty. She’d piss some asshole at Tails off by topping from the bottom and end up in a dumpster.”

  I continued to watch Kelsie as Brent spoke to heinous events taking place inside and outside of Tails. I’ll admit that I was intrigued by what Brent was telling me about Kelsie, but I’m in my late forties, and I’ve been around the block before.

  "She's feisty. I've played a bit with her, and she tops from the bottom, gets mouthy.”

  “She seeks attention,” I suggested and continued to watch her.

  “She says her safe word after a scene,” Brent added.

  I glanced at Brent with some concern.

  “After?” I asked him, making sure that I understood what he was saying correctly.

  "She says it to avoid any form of after care, Blake. She craves this lifestyle, but she’s going to get hurt.”

  My eyes found the little firecracker that Brent was describing.

  "What do you know of her background?" I asked.

  "Nothing really.”

  I winced. My views on mentoring were slightly different than Brent’s. How could he be mentoring her if he knew very little about her? Granted, there were things about Anthony that I’ve never been able to crack open.

  “Are you going to scene with her this evening?” I asked him.

  “Fuck, yeah. I didn't bring her to the coolest, private club in the city to have her sit on a couch."

  I wished him the best with her and watched as he approached Kelsie. Her eyes lit up, and as he spoke, Kelsie's smile widened as she did a small jump of excitement. Brent took her by the hand and headed downstairs to the dungeon.

  Handing my empty beer bottle to the bartender, I decided to go watch Brent and Kelsie. I found them in a stall with the St. Andrews Cross, Kelsie was already naked. While Brent was prepping the station, and rolling his shoulders, Kelsie moved around the room with energy. With every eager jump of anticipation and exaggerated motion of her arms and hands, her breasts provided me with a show. Damn.

  Kelsie was so excited, yet Brent paid little attention to her. She asked him questions about the furniture with such enthusiasm. He answered her questions but didn't turn to face her at all. Brent wanted things on his terms and when it was convenient for him. I knew he was concerned for Kelsie's safety, but that might be it. Her excitement started to die, and the little brat with a mouth emerged.

  "I hope your arm isn't too tired from jacking off so much that it'll affect how hard you flog me."

  I stood up straighter and felt myself stiffen in my pants. I waited to see how Brent would respond to the little challenge Kelsie threw in the air at him. I was so engrossed watching them that I hadn't noticed Anthony was standing next to me now.

  "Looks like Brent has his hands full with that one," Anthony said quietly to me.

  "Anthony, maybe you're up to the challenge?"

  "Uh, that's a firm no. Brats and I don’t mix. Don't have time for that shit."

  I smiled at Anthony and returned my gaze to the flogging that was now taking place. I knew Anthony would never play with this girl. He is super selective with who he plays with and nine out of ten times, he co-tops with Colin.

  "How about you give your mouth a rest tonight, Kelsie?" Brent said between blows to her back with the flogger.

  Kelsie frowned while up on the cross but remained quiet. After a few minutes of no noise aside from the flogger kissing her skin, Brent uttered something that almost made me stop their scene.

  "See you can be quiet if you try. I didn't even have to gag you."

  Many thoughts went through my head. It was one thing to use talk of a punishment to encourage a behavior, but it was something completely different to threaten the use of something on a hard limit list. That tactic instills fear. It was almost instant that I saw Kelsie's body tighten and Anthony bumped my arm. I looked down, and he handed me Kelsie's play card.

  "Her hard limit is ball gags," Anthony said quietly.

  All of my Dungeon Monitors had copies of the play cards so they could be on the lookout for anything that may raise concern. Just as this was raising concern now. Thankfully, all I needed to do was step into the archway of the stall. Brent caught my presence and paced back and forth for a bit before returning to Kelsie.

  "Sorry, Kelsie," Brent whispered and unbuckled her wrists and legs from the cross. “I don’t think we should continue tonight.”

  Kelsie walked toward her clothes, but Brent tried to guide her over to the couch. She was stiff and wanted to be as far from here as she could. This was very clear to me.

  "Kelsie, sit down with me for a minute," Brent tried again.

  "No, I don't want you to feel like you have to get a ball gag."

  Kelsie got dressed, and she waited next to me with her arms folded for Brent to take her home. I hated seeing scenes go bad like this one, not that it was much of a scene anyhow, especially for a new face as this would leave a permanent mark. With Brent beside her, she looked up at me with her watery eyes.

  "Thank you for allowing me to see your club. It’s really incredible."

  "My pleasure, little sub. You're welcome here every guest night," I said and winked at her.

  Her reaction to being called "little sub" was evident very quickly. Her pupils dilated behind the sheen of unshed tears, and her cheeks gave off a pinkish hue. Anthony and Brent were there to see the reaction as well.

  Since I had her attention, I encouraged her to sit upstairs for a bit before leaving. I wanted her to have some sort of after care and if she wasn't going along with Brent's idea of it, then in a roundabout way, she'd go for mine.

  We went upstairs, and Brent was able to get her to sit at the bar next to him. I walked around behind the counter and gave Brent a bottle of water, and I poured a glass of water for Kelsie and stuck a straw in it.

  "Please drink all of the water, little sub," I politely instructed.

  She smiled wide and sipped from the straw. Brent and I carried on a conversation and every now and then I glanced over to Kelsie to see how she was coming along with the water. Once she finished, she left with Brent.

  I wandered around the club for the rest of the evening, unable to shake the image of Kelsie standing before me, smiling brightly at the term of endearment, “li
ttle sub”. As I walked around Irons, thinking about the rowdy girl, I couldn’t help but notice the warmth building in the pit of my stomach…and I swore to push that feeling down.

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  March 2003

  Standing in the lobby of Irons with my wife next to me, I scanned the new faces that were coming in for guest night. My club has built up a fantastic reputation, and I intend to keep it that way.

  "Blake, isn't that the young woman Brent arrived with a few weeks ago?" Cathy asked quietly as she leaned into my ear.

  Kelsie was standing near the door, and each time it opened her hair would blow off her shoulders. A pang in my stomach made itself known as I gazed at Kelsie. Slightly annoyed that my body was reacting the way it was, I simply nodded. Since the first night Kelsie appeared in the club, Cathy has encouraged me to talk more to Brent about her. Cathy has been nothing but one hundred percent supportive and encouraging with regards to my need to engage in Daddy Dom/little girl scenes, though I’ve really tried to shelve that desire.

  Cathy and I watched Kelsie over the course of thirty minutes check her phone a number of times and then she finally sat down on one of the long benches.

  "Do you think she's waiting for Brent?"

  "Most likely. Considering what a firecracker Kelsie is it’s kind of funny that she seems scared to go inside on her own," I said and checked my watch.

  I smiled and greeted a few other guests as they walked by and shook my hand. Kelsie’s personality wasn’t one I haven’t seen before. Energetic, bubbly, charismatic and mouthy. The type that wants a lot of attention, but not the kind they need. I’ve seen many bottoms and subs similar to Kelsie: all trying to divert attention to other parts of their lives except where it’s needed most.