Promise Me

by Kristin Mayer

  Trigger gave me a nod as I walked up.

  “All’s good, Adam. The new girl you just cleared came in with Nora, and she’s at the bar. Snake is currently with her, like you requested.”

  Normally, either Brandt or I met any new member who wanted exclusive membership at the door, but Nora and Ainsley had signed the necessary paperwork for Nora to bring her inside.

  “Thanks, Trigger. Let me know if anything comes up.”

  Trigger gave me a nod, and I walked off toward the bar of the sex-club. Each side of Club Envy had a bar area. This side of the club was completely different than the bar-club side. The sex-club side was retro in style with frosted glass tables and different-colored lights of red, green, purple, yellow, and blue that illuminated and gave the room a sexy glow. Odd-shaped chairs sat around the tables. There were high tables, low tables, lounge areas, and the bar area. The bar of the sex club was all done in the same frosted glass with the same colors lighting the separate boxed sections. Behind the bar area, there were rooms where different scenes could take place, depending on a member’s desires. If all the rooms were booked, there was a communal or exhibitionism room anyone could use.

  Unless members were in one of the rooms, we required them to be dressed. We didn’t mind the main area getting a little hot and heavy, but discretion needed to be used. All the members who were here tonight were seasoned patrons and generally abided by the rules.

  As I approached the bar, a bright pink wig caught my attention. It had to be Ainsley Pearson, Nora’s friend, the potential new member. Her back was to me, but she was laughing and talking with Nora, the bartender.

  Ainsley’s questionnaire had intrigued me. She wasn’t the typical person who sought membership at my club. From the picture I had of her, she was beautiful with long chestnut hair and pale blue eyes. Nora had asked for a favor to fast-track Ainsley on the visitor list. It normally took longer than two weeks to get a visitation night. We didn’t want any riffraffs from the street coming into our establishment, and I needed time to complete the screenings. When Nora had shown me Ainsley’s picture, I had wanted to meet her myself for some reason. Generally, I always went with my gut instinct on those types of decisions.

  I walked up slowly and nodded to Snake, another security guard, who was standing about four feet away from Ainsley. He had short spikey black hair with a snake tattoo that wound up his neck. With the tip of my head, I gave him the signal that I had Ainsley for a bit.

  As Snake walked off, I saw him take his walkie-talkie from his back pocket. He was probably talking to Brandt to see where he needed to go next. I hated those damn walkie-talkies that Brandt had insisted we get for all the personnel. I never carried mine. If there were a problem, security would find me. If I had to get involved, whoever was causing the problem would wish like hell that he or she hadn’t started anything.

  Next, I checked Ainsley’s wrist to make sure she had on the black bracelet. Nonmembers weren’t allowed to engage in sex in the club. Membership fees weren’t cheap, and I needed to make sure they were serious before they started benefiting from the pleasures the club could offer. Per the reports I had received, Ainsley didn’t have much money in her account, and she worked at the university’s library part-time. Sometimes, the fees were waived if a member became mine or Brandt’s partner. I hoped that Ainsley was on the same page as me in what she wanted to get out of this experience.

  I leaned up against the bar. “Hey, Nora. How about a beer?”

  Nora gave me an endearing smile and went to get my standard brand of beer, Guinness. From the corner of my eye, I could see I had Ainsley’s attention. She was watching me with her head cocked slightly as if she was trying to figure me out. I wasn’t ready to look at her yet. Nora popped the cap off my Guinness and handed it to me. I took a swig of beer and turned toward Ainsley. Nora had said that she and Ainsley had become good friends during their sophomore year of college. They were seniors now.

  Ainsley was even more beautiful than her picture. Her chestnut hair was hidden underneath her bright pink wig. Her makeup seemed heavier than the more natural shot I had of her in my office. She gave me a sly smile, and I was instantly hard. She had the perfect mouth, and I wanted those lips wrapped around my cock. The moment our eyes connected, my dick wanted inside her.

  I looked around, making sure no one could hear me. I wanted to see how she reacted. The one thing that hadn’t been clear on her questionnaire was why she wanted to join a sex club. Her answer was vague, which in this case, only intrigued me more. Normally, if I wasn’t able to get a clear picture from the paperwork, a visitor pass was not issued.

  I tipped my beer her way. “Ainsley, right?”

  Her smile dropped, and her eyes darted around the bar. She looked surprised as she said, “Do I know you?”

  I extended my hand. “I’m Adam, owner of Club Envy.”

  Her features relaxed as she extended her hand. “Nice to meet you. Thanks for letting me visit tonight. Are you the person I talk to about becoming a member?”

  She was direct. I liked a woman who didn’t beat around the bush.

  I took a swig. “Let me show you around, and then we can talk.”

  Ainsley glanced toward Nora, who nodded.

  So, little Miss Pink Wig is the cautious type.

  Most women who came here would go off with the first dick that approached them. I liked that she wasn’t like that.

  Ainsley slid off the stool. Her tight skirt went up slightly, and I had to stop myself from wanting to run my hands along her inner thigh.

  “Sounds good. Lead the way, Adam.”

  Her head came to the top of my shoulders. I was just over six foot, so she had to be five-five or five-six. She was a petite little thing. She adjusted her skirt back in place. She was insanely gorgeous, and as her dress clung to her, I assumed she had a very toned body.

  We started walking, and her perfume had me wanting to fuck her against the first available surface, club rules be damned.

  Fuck me. She’s hot. Shit, I need to beat my pansy-ass for not being able to control my dick right now.

  She asked, “So, how does one get into the sex-club business?”

  My eyes went to hers. In the four years I had been doing this, no other female had ever asked me that. She seemed genuinely curious as she continued to look around at everything, absorbing the atmosphere.

  She must have sensed my surprise as she clarified, “I’m a student at the University of Georgia, and I was just curious. I’m taking a summer course on marketing, and my mind was thinking about how, in your case, sex really does sell.”

  I laughed as we approached the private rooms people had to reserve to use. I took another swig of my Guinness as I thought about how to answer.

  “Well, my partner and I started the dance club five years ago. One night, we got drunk and started talking about fuck pads. From there, we came up with this.” I shrugged.

  We stopped in front of one of the doors. A slight blush crept across Ainsley’s cheeks as she looked at the door. There were signs on each of the doors. This particular one said:

  Since the place was swankier, Brandt and I had gone with the names of the shots we had taken that night as we schemed up our new adventure together.

  Ainsley looked at it and murmured, “Afterburn?”

  I replied, “Shot names.”

  “That makes sense, and it goes with the atmosphere. So, Adam, what lies behind the Afterburn door?”

  I gave her my standard speech. “As you might have noticed, the main bar area requires clothes. All members can have a tab, but the balance is due on a weekly basis. This is where the private rooms are. There are six total. The other side has two separate rooms. One is a communal room, and the other is set up for those who like exhibitionism. Since it’s the middle of the week, two of the rooms aren’t booked tonight, so I’m able to show you what one looks like. Each room is styled differently, but the apparatus and toys are all the same. After each room is used,
everything is sterilized and cleaned prior to the next usage. Generally, rooms are booked for full evenings. Any questions so far?”

  She was calmly taking it all in. I was having a hard time figuring her out. One minute, she would blush, and the next, she would ask business questions, but she wasn’t trying to fuck the first thing with two legs that walked her way. She was a puzzle to me, and I was drawn to her.

  What is she after?

  She shook her head. “No questions right now. Show away.”

  I opened the door, and she walked in, looking around from floor to ceiling.

  There was a bed, some sex chairs, a dresser full of toys, and a few other pieces of furniture that made for some fan-fucking-tastic sex. We had two rooms that were BDSM-centered, and they were equipped with whips, chains, shackles, and the like. That wasn’t my style, but I had tried it a few times.

  Ainsley walked farther into the room. Her tall heels helped emphasize her toned calves. She turned back my way. “This is different but intriguing. What does someone do to find a partner, if interested?”

  Ainsley cocked her head to the side as she looked at me. I thought she was trying to read me as much as I was trying to read her. She wasn’t going to let me get away with shit.

  I like it.

  I took another swig of my beer. “I’d wager that you won’t have any problems finding someone, if you’re interested. Once that black bracelet comes off, it’s like dating. People approach you, and you either agree or don’t agree to take the next step. Just because you come to a room with someone doesn’t mean that you have to follow through. You can leave at any time. If you ever run into a problem, you can come find me, if I’m not already around.”

  I planned to be the one exclusively with her.

  She bit her lip and looked down. Thinking about her in this room with all the ways I could pleasure her, my cock got so hard that it was turning to stone. I knew my body, and it had never reacted this fucking fast to someone. I needed to get her out of here to make sure she understood how this worked before I made a move. She wasn’t ready for that step. If Ainsley was looking for a happy ending, I wasn’t her guy. I hoped to be the in-between guy who worshiped her body in the way it deserved to be touched.

  I started walking backward toward the door. “Why don’t we go to my office and talk some more? We can see what your thoughts are and go from there.”

  She started walking my way as she said, “Sure, I’d like that. I have some questions, if you don’t mind answering when we get to your office.”

  “Not at all.”

  I motioned for her to step out of the room, and I followed. Music from the club surrounded us. Ainsley paused, and I took the lead as we started walking toward my office. I generally found that people got nervous next to a guy like me when I was quiet. They would start chatting up a storm and divulge information I wasn’t able to tell from the questionnaire—but not Ainsley. She was taking everything in. Her wheels seemed to be constantly churning in that beautiful head of hers.

  We walked into my office where the swanky decorations continued. I had a glass desk, black leather desk chair, and two black leather chairs in front of the desk. In between the two chairs was a funky vase that sat on a glass Z table.

  Ainsley’s eyes drifted to the door in the back. That door led to my private quarters for when I needed to stay the night at the club. No girl had ever been back there. She took a seat in a chair, and I went to my desk chair.

  She looked at me again with those inquisitively sharp eyes. “How would I stay anonymous if I was able to afford the monthly fees?”

  “You’d continue to wear wigs or whatever you wanted, and we’d give you another name to use when you check in. If you wear a wig, keep it on, even in the rooms. Otherwise, people will be able to spot you in public.”

  Ainsley’s fingers went to her pink wig, and she played with the strands. “How many members do you have?”

  I took the last sip of my Guinness. “Currently, we have around fifty members, only about twenty-eight are regular attendees. There are twenty people on the waiting list to get in. I like to slowly introduce new members to the club in order to maintain control and balance of the atmosphere.”

  “How did I get in so fast?”

  It was more out of mere innocent curiosity.

  Ainsley seemed confident and collected. From the questionnaire she had been given, she had confirmed she wasn’t a virgin. Virgins were a no-go for the club. Nora had mentioned that, until recently, Ainsley had had a steady boyfriend through college. I figured the breakup was a part of what was driving her to try this scene. However, from what Nora had shared, Ainsley seemed like she’d had a normal healthy relationship in her day-to-day activities. This was the part of Ainsley that I’d found most intriguing about her wanting to visit the club. It was the swaying factor in moving her ahead on the waiting list. She didn’t seem to have some fucked-up part in her that I saw in a lot of people who came here. Most of our members were unable to have relationships outside of the sex-clubs walls. It seemed the majority of the members used sex to escape some reality they needed to face.

  Hell, I should know.

  Leaning forward in my chair, I thought about the best way to respond. There was something about her that I craved to taste. I wanted to take her off the market before the sharks out in the club could have a chance to feel her, touch her, pleasure her.

  My heart started beating faster. I had never responded to someone like this, and I needed to get my proposal out in the open. If she rejected me, I wasn’t sure what I was going to do. I hadn’t feared rejection in years, and the thought was unnerving. Stop being a pussy and just put it out there.

  In the extended silence, she didn’t begin to fidget. She calmly sat there as if she embraced the silence. She was taking me by surprise. I found it best to always turn the question back on the person until I knew what they wanted. Years of deceit had taught me that. After being burned by my own fucking brother in the worst possible way, I protected myself.

  “Why do you ask?”

  Ainsley’s delicate fingers grazed the vase. “From what I can tell, you run your business on stringent rules and guidelines. Everything seems to have order and a procedure. To move me ahead on the visitor list after being here tonight surprises me. You know from the background check you did on me, I don’t have a substantial bank account. I’m a simple college student with scholarships and a part-time job. When Nora told me I should try Club Envy, I put the thought aside for several weeks before applying. When I did apply, I thought it would take months. Then to fast-track my application when you know I wouldn’t be the most profitable business decision surprised me.”

  She was good, really good. I wasn’t ready to start answering her questions without having a little more information about her. Her questionnaire only said she was a business student. Normally, I rejected vague questionnaires, but I’d had to meet her.

  “What’s your major, Ainsley?”

  Her pale blue eyes met mine again. “I think it’s only fair you answer my question before I answer yours. How’d I get in so fast?”

  She held her ground, and it turned me on even more.

  Putting my hands behind my head, I responded, “Fair enough. I’m intrigued by you, Ainsley. From the moment I saw your picture, I wanted to meet you.”

  The reflection from the light danced off the silver tinsel sporadically placed through her wig. Interlacing her fingers, she responded, “My major is business analysis.”

  That explained her observations of the finer details of everything.

  Not giving her time to ask anything else, I went right to the heart of the matter. “Why do you want to be a member at Club Envy?”

  She sat straighter in her chair. Her eyes became slightly sad. “I want to do something with no strings attached. I want to live, be a little rebellious, and be in the moment. Nora and I were talking, and she suggested this place. I’ve never done anything like this before.”

 
; Her eyes flickered to the left slightly, and I knew she wasn’t telling me everything. Years of watching people had allowed me to read people better than most. I continued to watch her as she penetrated me with her pale blue gaze. I wondered if she’d really meant it when she said she wanted no strings. I was able to do no strings. However, a lot of people said they were able to do it, but in reality, they were trying to tame the wild part that refused to settle down.

  My dick was aching to be in her, but I wouldn’t go there if I thought it was going to end up with fucking hearts being drawn around our names. Hearts and love were overrated. I should know since mine had been ripped out…gruesomely.

  We sat there in silence. She never tried to fill the uncomfortable gaps with conversation. Hell, at this point, it seemed like she could outlast me with the silence.

  “What type of guy are you looking for?”

  She crossed her legs, and my eyes were again drawn to how toned they were.

  “Before we get to that, I think we should discuss the membership fees and any additional rules or information that didn’t come with the visitation packet. I don’t want to waste your time if I can’t afford it. In fact, after seeing the place tonight, I know I can’t afford it.”

  Normally, the first questions from potential members were all related to sex. Besides the money aspect, the rest of the shit didn’t make a difference to them. She was definitely different.

  If she did join, she’d be one of the younger women here, and fuck, she would get a lot of attention. I needed to think about how I wanted to handle this. The thought of her walking out of Club Envy and wrapping her legs around someone else pissed me off.

  From the moment I approved her visitation, I had doubted she was going to be able to afford the fees, but I didn’t care. The only possibility I had wondered about was that she might have had a trust fund of some sort or an allowance from her parents.

  Leaning forward, I thought about how to best approach Ainsley with becoming my new fuck buddy. From what I could sense, she wouldn’t take handouts. My last partner, Sam, hadn’t been able to afford this place, and I had waived her membership fee for her exclusivity. I never shared partners. They were mine, and I was theirs until we parted ways.