Chapter 2

Soft music played throughout the club. Victoria glanced around and saw that several other people were dressed in a similar way to herself and Chloe. It made her feel comfortable in spite of the alien location. Several men and women looked at the pair of girls with mirth in their eyes, and some even waved. It was obvious that the girls were newcomers.

“Well, they seem nice,” Chloe said nervously.

“Of course they are nice, Chloe,” Victoria said with a chuckle. “They are insanely rich and getting laid all the time. Why wouldn’t they be nice?”

Chloe laughed lightly. “That’s true. Maybe this isn’t so bad,” she said softly.

Victoria nodded and pointed at the classic-looking mahogany bar off to the side. “Let’s get a drink.”

An impressive display of dozens of elegant bottles lined the walls behind the bar. As they approached, they could see that the bartender was an attractive man dressed in a black silk vest over a freshly starched white shirt. His sleeves were rolled up and he was in the middle of performing a series of tricks with the bottles as he prepared several drinks at once. He took notice of the girls as they approached and flashed them a smile as he finished his last order.

“What can I get you, ladies?” he asked in a voice as smooth as the fabric of his shirt.

Chloe blushed at the man and hesitated in placing her order. Victoria glanced at her friend and smiled softly as she noticed the red tint in her face.

“What’s good here?” Victoria asked flirtatiously.

“I make a mean margarita,” he said confidently. “It’s strong, but trust me, you’ll love it.”

“Sounds good. Let’s have two of those,” Victoria decided.

The bartender smiled and reached for a bottle of Patrón tequila.

“Coming right up,” he said as he spun the bottle in his hand.

“Are you always so fancy, or is that just to impress customers?” Victoria asked with a sly smirk on her face.

The bartender chuckled. “Little of column A, all of column B,” he responded as he began to mix their drinks.

“I see,” Victoria said as she took her seat. “This is my first time here, so I’m just getting the lay of the land.”

Chloe joined them, sitting on the stool next to Victoria as she eagerly listened to every word the bartender spoke.

“Fresh meat, eh?” he asked mischievously. “I can help you a little there.”

“Please do,” Victoria said in a sultry voice.

The bartender grinned as he dipped her glass into the salt. The little crystals clung to the glass and looked like diamonds sprinkled on the rim. “Well, the festivities, if you know what I mean, don’t start until the King of Kink says they do,” he began to explain as he poured the drinks for the girls. “Right now, this place is as tame as any normal bar.”

Victoria nodded and glanced around curiously, noting that everyone had their clothes on. “When does that happen?”

The bartender shrugged. “Whenever the king wants. He generally waits about an hour or so to let people get settled in and find their partners for the night. He’s a considerate fellow like that,” he said with a chuckle.

“Mm,” Victoria murmured. “I’ve heard it can get pretty insane in here.

What’s the craziest thing you’ve ever seen happen?”

The bartender smiled at her and shook his head. “Oh no,” he said slyly,

“I’m not going to spoil all the fun for you.”

“Just a little story?” Victoria asked sweetly.

“Where to begin? Group sex on the dance floor isn’t unheard of,” he said with a wink, “but the real action happens in the private rooms. They contain state-of-the-art toys and fancy furniture built just for fucking. Swings, sex machines, mechanical dildos, and everything you can possibly imagine. It was inspired by the Love Hotels in Japan. It’s a sex freak’s paradise.”

“Oh my,” Chloe said with a light blush, wrapping her hands around the large margarita glass timidly.

“But the rooms have a hefty price tag,” the bartender explained. “Fifty grand for the hour.”

“What?” the girls said in unison. Victoria and Chloe looked at each other in amazement.

“That’s insane,” Victoria breathed. “I feel like we’re mere mortals on Mount Olympus.”

Chloe screwed up her face in anger. “That’s disgusting. I can’t believe people would waste that kind of money on enhancing their sex lives when there are people starving in the world.”

“Actually,” the bartender said defensively, “the owner of the club—the king—donates all the money to orphanages in Asia. It may just mean a good time to these people tonight, but it goes toward saving lives tomorrow.”

“Wow,” Victoria said in wonder as she gazed around the club with a new appreciation for the establishment. “That’s amazing. It does feel like a glamorous charity event at the moment.”

The bartender laughed. “Just give it a few minutes. People will be ripping off their clothes and fucking all over the place before you realize it.

Everyone goes crazy with all the sex in the air. You’ll see soon enough.”

Victoria clenched her thighs together uncomfortably, feeling her panties grow a little dampened. She needed to shrug the feeling off: she was here to write about the club, not to get involved in an orgy. “I’d really love to meet this king,” she said, changing topics smoothly. “He must be an incredible guy.”

The bartender smirked. “You’ll see him—but meeting him? That’s unlikely.”

“Why’s that?” Victoria pressed on.

“The king very rarely participates. He just comes out and sits on his throne and watches the rest of us,” he replied.

Victoria raised her drink to her lips, growing more intrigued by the minute.

“What about you?” Chloe asked suddenly. “Do you participate?”

Victoria glanced at her friend and was startled to see that she had completely finished off her first margarita. The bartender had a similar look of surprise on his face before his lips formed a smile.

“Of course I do,” he said as he leaned forward against the bar. His face was inches away from Chloe’s and his dark eyes were smoldering and intense. “Perks of the job

Chloe’s face turned blood red and she averted her gaze slightly. “I see.

Well, maybe you can help me start off slow?” she asked shyly.

“I would love to. My name is Dominic,” he said as he leaned forward to plant a soft kiss on Chloe’s lips.

She recoiled and pressed her fingers against her lips in surprise. “I’m— I’m Chloe,” she said with a smile.

Victoria was grinning from ear to ear as she watched the exchange between the two of them. “You two keep each other company. I’m going to have a look around,” she said as she took a long pull from her drink.

Chloe and Dominic nodded slowly as their attention was focused on one another. Victoria turned away, hoping that her friend was in good hands. In an upscale club like this, she couldn’t imagine any real harm coming to her and felt safe going off to investigate the club.

Her dark eyes glanced around the room and she saw what appeared to be classy, well-dressed people conversing. Yet at the same time, she could feel the sexual energy building in the atmosphere. Just how powerful is this ‘king’ to get these people to keep it in their pants? Victoria wondered to herself as she walked. And how powerful must he be to get them to let loose like wild animals?

Young or old, man or woman, it didn’t seem to matter in this place. She could see groupings of all types gathering and touching each other gently with promises of unimaginable bliss. Part of her wanted to find a partner and experience the club first hand, but she needed to keep this professional.

The last thing she wanted to do was make herself the story.