Page 12 of Bourbon Kingdom
“I can see that,” I said, as I waited for the door to pop open.
“We’ll get your information keyed into the system later today.”
“Good morning, Mr. Titan. Do you have a guest with you?” A robot lady said over a loudspeaker in the hallway. Earth to Rex, there’s something called volume control.
Talk about peeing my pants.
“Who the fuck was that?” I asked, as I slowly crouched, looking around for a machete woman to pop out of the corner and start whacking away.
“That’s the system. It records everyone who enters and leaves and who they brought with them. The system can tell if you have a visitor or not. We keep a log of who is coming and going at all times.”
Paranoid much?
“Saki, I have one guest with me, Goldie, our newest member.”
Saki? Sounds awfully close to Siri. Did Rex rip everything off? Fucking weirdo.
“Very well, sir.”
The door clicked open, and with curiosity, I walked closely behind Rex, peeking over his shoulder and taking in Masquerade.
Surprisingly, there was no greeting space in the club. Instead, it opened up to a room that looked very much like the Toulouse Room, but instead of purple gracing the walls, they were covered in black and trimmed in gold. The gold paint was miraculous. It shined against the black and glittered in the light. I had never seen anything like it. There was a main stage in the middle of the room, with leather chairs circled around it, and above the stage were gold chains hanging from the ceiling, making the center of the room look almost sinister. I wondered what the hell they planned on doing with all of those chains, only time would tell.
Continually absorbing everything around me, I noticed that around the room were little doors that must have led to the playrooms Rex talked about. I was most interested in seeing one of those rooms, to see if they were like the rooms Diego had set up, or if they were darker, less sexy.
A long bar rested against the back wall, holding only top-notch liquor; I wouldn’t expect anything less. Bar stools also sat in front of the black marbled bar, offering a heightened view of the main stage.
The feel of the room was dark, perverse, almost dangerous.
“Welcome to Masquerade, Kitten. What do you think?” Rex said, while opening his arms and showing off his pride and joy.
“The gold is divine,” I answered honestly, as I ran my hand up one of the moldings.
“Gold is the equivalent to power in New Orleans.”
Thanks to Jett, I already knew that.
“How does the club work?” I asked, eyeing the stage.
“Come with me,” he led me to one of the chairs and pressed a button on the armrest.
A door to the right opened and two women immediately walked out into the room, completely naked. Hello nipples! They kept their heads hung low and walked hand in hand up to the stage. They were both brunettes, roughly the same size in every respect. They were bare of all hair and had boob jobs for sure, because there was no way their boobs were that perky naturally.
I watched as they ascended the stairs of the stage and started grabbing the chains from the ceiling. The chains clanged together as they moved them and adjusted their heights.
“Every girl submits to the males in the club, they are not to look us in the eyes and they are to always stay silent.”
“Interesting,” I replied, not really knowing what to say to such a thing. Honestly, I would rather eat his dick than alter who I was to be one of Rex’s fem-bots. “What are they doing?”
“They’re preparing the main attraction.”
AKA, what I would be doing once Rex got his way.
With morbid curiosity, I sat at the edge of my seat and watched as one of the brunettes stood in the middle of the stage and allowed the other brunette to attach chains to her wrists and ankles. Once she was secure, the brunette who wasn’t chained stepped away and went back to where she came from.
So the girl just stood there naked, strapped to chains? That didn’t seem like that big of a deal.
Before I could ask another question, Rex stood up and took off his jacket. He rolled up his sleeves and stepped up on stage. Things were about to get awkward.
