Laughing, I walk across the deck toward the Orgy Room noting that Bridger stays near the interior wall with his hand on it and isn’t looking down. Cain struts casually, not affected by the height.
“There are plenty of other places inside you and your wife could try out,” I tell Bridger. “The Deck sure isn’t for everyone.”
He grimaces and shakes his head. “Nah… we don’t do that stuff publicly. We’re quite happy keeping the kink in our bedroom.”
“But she’s okay with you owning these types of clubs?” I ask curiously.
“More than okay,” Bridger says and I don’t miss the adoration in his voice when he speaks of his wife, Maggie. I’ve not met her yet but the few times he’s talked about her, I know she sounds like a really cool chick.
“That’s the hallway that goes from the foyer straight to the Deck.” I point to the right, and when we pass that, I reach another set of glass doors that lead into the Orgy Room.
“Very nice,” Bridger says as he steps inside to look around. I also sweep my gaze from corner to corner, taking in what is probably my favorite place here. It’s how I imagined the Roman orgies of Bacchanalia festivals occurred among the elite but with a more contemporary twist. Vinyl beds and lounges set into black acrylic and chrome frames, sitting low to the floor, and spread all around the room in what appeared to be a haphazard design. The floor is made up of large square frosted panels sent into steel supports and run at a diagonal across the room. The colors change from a dusky rose to a cream color which can enhance the mood of the music playing. From the ceiling, massive silk lampshades colored an ice blue and formed into quirky shapes hang down. There are so many of them they touch at the sides, but some are wider than others and some are longer than others. The lampshades are fitted with muted light bulbs to keep the atmosphere intimate but not completely dark. You definitely want to see what’s happening in this room.
What you won’t be able to see among the multitude of the lampshades hanging from the ceiling are very small but very bright spotlights that are aimed in critical fashion to the beds and chaise lounges to provide a spotlight on any action that might occur there. When a couple or group is done with that piece of furniture, the light goes out and that indicates to the staff that the furniture needs cleaned. I have very discreet employees whose sole job is to sweep in like a ghost and sanitize and dry the furniture. When it’s clean, the spotlight is turned back on and opened for more fucking.
“This will be the most popular room by far,” Cain observes. “People tend to feel more comfortable having sex in public when it’s done with a group of people.”
“Agreed,” I say, and although I don’t know much about the sex club business, I do know a lot about human nature. “Now, let’s go see The Silo and then we can sit down and talk last minute logistics before we open up next week.”
I lead the men down the hallway to the foyer, then back down the next hall to The Silo. They don’t spend much time in here as it’s a replica of Bridger’s club in Wyoming. Circular room with smaller rooms on the perimeter done all in glass. Some rooms cater to fetishes, BDSM or other kink and some are just if you want to be star in your own personal porn show. The main difference between this Silo and the one in Wyoming is that two of the rooms here offer privacy by long curtains that can be closed along the glass. This is usually done by a couple that comes in together, and wants to perhaps have a threesome. Their kink is the threesome and not in being watched, so I thought that was a nice touch that was added on.
After the tour concludes, we head down the last hallway that is private. There are several doors on the right hand side that belong to staff including one I use for business. But the door at the end is to my private residence and that is where I take Cain and Bridger.
“Make yourself comfortable,” I say as I take off my suit jacket. I had dressed like I normally do when it comes to business, which is an expensive tailored suit. Cain and Bridger were both in jeans, buttoned up shirts and cowboy boots. “Want anything to drink?”
“Beer,” Cain says and Bridger says, “Same.”
I grab us three beers from the fridge and head into the living room. The apartment isn’t large by any means but it is sumptuous. It has an outer wall made of glass that looks out over Vegas and there is a partition on the outside that separates my deck securely from those attached to the club. Outside of the living room and kitchen that blends in together, there’s a master suite on one side and a guest room on the other with an attached bath.
After I hand out the beers, I join Cain on the camel color leather couch, each of us taking an end. Bridger takes an arm chair designed with reclaimed wood and steel pipes but upholstered in cream linen and stuffed to be immensely comfortable. He sits on the edge and looks at me seriously. “You did a damn good job getting this set up, Jerico.”
“I have a personal interest,” I tell him with a smile, and he laughs as he knows the truth of that.
When Cain and Bridger approached me about running The Wicked Horse Vegas, I was highly interested. I was at a point in my career where I was tired of the frequent missions and traveling, and wanted to morph into more of a strictly managerial role. Since my business was based out of Vegas, this seemed like a good cover for what I really do for a living, as well as a good investment.
Of course, Bridger had me checked out thoroughly. And of course, I had to divulge to him the nature of my business. When I’d told him that I ran an organization of mercenaries for hire, he quickly covered his stunned expression with one of intense curiosity. I could see he wanted to ask questions that I’d never be able to give him the answers, but the most I could do was assure him that my organization was on the up and up and was contracted by our government to help out in sticky situations that our military was prevented from handling. My team was comprised of men and women I’d served with in special ops or that had been recommended to me to join the team by our government oversight manager.
This apparently appeased him other than a slight worry he’d had about me being able to devote time to The Wicked Horse. I assured him a I had fantastic crew, they were easy to manage and I was not actively participating in missions anymore. As far as I was concerned, I’d do some nominal oversight of my mercs, offer them free memberships so they could fuck as a perk to the job, and then I’d be devoted entirely to the club.
The only hitch in the plan was over compensation. While Bridger offered me a very generous salary, I wasn’t interested in just that. I wanted an ownership stake because I wasn’t stupid. This operation was going to make millions. So we haggled and negotiated but ultimately, we agreed I’d get a 30% interest with an increase in options each year if warranted, but not to exceed 50%. In return, I had to help finance the construction and opening costs, which was no problem because I make a shit ton of money doing the contract work for the government.
“We’re scheduled to open next week?” Bridger asks.
“It’s been a long year of design, construction, permits and upfitting, but yeah… we’ll be opening next week,” I assure him. “The staff have all been through extensive training and were vetted heavily before they were hired.”
“Any sense the authorities will target us?” Cain asked, because while what we were doing was entirely legal in Vegas, we’d be a prime operation to infiltrate with some undercover cops hoping to maybe make a prostitution or underage bust.
The Wicked Horse doesn’t engage in prostitution but is merely a social club whereby after paying your membership, you are allowed in the doors to do whatever you want.
Within kinky reason.
“No, and I’ve got plenty of contacts with the department,” I tell him. “Our screening process to admit members is rigorous, even the ones that only buy daily passes.”
“How many memberships have been pre-ordered?” Bridger asks.
I ticked off the numbers as I’d reviewed them this morning. “Almost a thousand yearly memberships and a little over five hundred have signed up
for monthly memberships with a three month commitment. But the big money is going to come from tourists who want daily or weekend passes. Doing some demographic research and looking at the other clubs in the area, we can probably count on an average of at least a hundred people a night coming on a daily pass. It will be higher on the weekends, maybe lower in off season, but still… that’s major cashola every day.”
“And your projections for the first year of business?” he prods.
“Minimum seven million,” I tell him with a level look. “But I’m thinking more as word of mouth gets around.”
“Excellent,” Bridger says as he flashes his teeth at me. “I look forward to seeing what you can do with this.”
“I guarantee you I’ll make it into the most sought after club in Vegas and we’ll be rolling in money when it’s all said and done.”
Cain chuckles. “You always were a cocky son of a bitch.”
I smile and have to agree with him. Whether you call it cocky or confidence, it’s gotten my butt out of a lot of scrapes just having a strong and inherent believe in myself.
“Cain will come quarterly to check on things and review the books with you,” Bridger says but we’d already agreed on that. I never mind someone looking behind me but I wouldn’t be micromanaged. So far, though, I don’t think that’s the vibe I’m getting from either of these guys. Cain I trust deeply. He’d be on my merc team if he wasn’t tied down in Wyoming, and I’m going to have to trust his recommendation of Bridger. Just as Bridger had to trust Cain’s recommendation of me.
I believe going into this business is one of the best decisions I’ve ever made in my life. I’ll make killer money and there will be a variety of beautiful women I could fuck every night.
I mean… what job could be better than that?
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