Page 44 of Savage Prince
I opted for a red dress that’s been hanging in the back of my closet for a year, unworn and the tags still on. It’s red, formfitting, and scandalous.
It suits my mood perfectly.
“Thanks for letting me come tonight.”
Something twinkles in her eyes, but I don’t know what. Magnolia seems like she has more secrets than the entire Catholic church combined, and I’m not sure I even want to uncover the first layer of them.
“Anything for a friend. You look like you’re here to start a fight between all the men who are going to want a piece of you.”
I may have thought of one specific man as I dug this dress out of my closet, but that’s not something I need to admit.
“I’m just here to watch,” I tell her.
“Sure you are, sweet thing. That’s what they all say at first.” She turns toward the staircase. “But let’s get you a tour anyway. See what you came to see.”
She leads me up the stairs toward the low, rhythmic music coming from the room I’ve yet to see.
“Is that ... the dungeon?” My question comes out more hesitant than I anticipated, and Magnolia glances over her shoulder.
“Dungeon’s downstairs. We’ll save that for another visit.”
I’m not sure whether I’m disappointed or relieved, but anticipation elbows both emotions out of the way as she pushes open the door.
Dark purple lights bathe the room in color, and a DJ is set up on one end. A long, heavy slab of wood stretches the length of one wall, and is manned by two bartenders.
Several conversation areas are set up in small groupings around the room. Most are occupied.
Masked women sit on the laps of men or curl around other women. There’s no full-on nudity, but plenty of skin is showing.
This is where the foreplay happens.
“This is the mingling area. Great place to trawl for a partner if you’re in the mood for some variety. You’ll always find someone at the bar.”
Two men across the room look our way, one nodding at me.
“They’re good at scenting fresh meat.” She gives me a pointed look. “But as long as you keep it inside the club, you’ll be fine. No one would dare step out of line here. You want to stay or do you want to try something else?”
I take another look around the room, feeling self-conscious when I count the number of eyes on me. None of them belong tohim, though.
I told myself I wasn’t going to look for him here. That I didn’t care if he was here.
I actually convinced myself of it, but obviously that didn’t last long.
“What are my other options?”
Magnolia leads me out of the bar area, and the music quiets when the door closes behind us.
“I think you know what else we have to offer. Private viewing rooms. Rooms where you can be viewed. Rooms where you can be tied up and left to wait for a stranger to come fuck you. Pick your poison.”
I’m not sure if she’s trying to shock me, but I refuse to show any surprise. “I want to watch.”
“I always knew you had the kink in you. Come with me.” She gives me a wicked smile and precedes me up the stairs to the third floor. “If you want to watch but also be comfortable, I have the perfect room for you.”
“Okay.” My heartbeat accelerates and I tell myself it’s because I’m hoofing it up so many stairs again, but even I know that’s a bullshit excuse.
The two other doors I’ve stepped through stand out like beacons, but we don’t go toward either of them. Instead, she leads me to a new one.
“I think you’ll like what you’ll be able to see from here.”
