Page 33 of 12 Days of F*ckmas
Dog rushed with putting his on.
Smiling, I placed my mask on.
Mariah widened her eyes in curiosity and put the black mask on.
The guard opened the door.
We entered.
The scent of sex, cigar smoke, and perfume permeated the air. The place was dimly lit with black walls and polished black floors. In every corner, men and women performed live sex shows—licking and fucking, sucking and getting utterly dominated.
Many masked people packed the space, donned in sexy attire—leather to latex, lace to barely anything at all.
I guided Mariah over to the bar, knowing she would need a drink before it was time to play. The bartender was shirtless and wore black leather pants. Before I could order, Mistress Amy shrieked and hurried to me. “Is that who I think it is?”
I smirked. “Our identities are supposed to be private.”
“You haven’t been here in years. Meanwhile, I always see Dog barking it up.” Wearing a red leather bodysuit, Mistress Amy looked at Mariah. “Oh my. Even with the mask, I can tell she is a beauty. Could this be the one, Gabriel?”
I signaled the bartender. “Two Negroni Sbagliatos with Prosecco.”
Mistress Amy extended her hand to Mariah. “Nice to meet you. At La Domaine, we welcome a broad range of tastes.”
Mariah gave her a weak smile.
“Do you know that you are the first woman Gabriel has ever brought here?”
Mariah shook her head. “I had no idea.”
“Well, I am delighted to see what he will be doing with you this evening.”
I frowned. “Mariah, this is Mistress Amy—”
“It is Madame Claus this evening.”
I rolled my eyes.
“And there are plenty of my elves around to serve you this holiday season.” The Mistress giggled. “There’s even milk and cookies. Just tell the elves where to put them.”
Mariah blinked.
Dog chuckled.
“Bye, Mistress.” I grabbed the drinks from the bartender and guided Mariah away.
Mariah took one glass from me and strolled on my side.
Dog remained behind us.
Mariah whispered, “So. . .this place is a sex club?”
“It is whatever you want it to be.” I led her into a new room, decorated in white and human furniture. Here, several people’s bodies were used as foot stools, chairs, and tables.
Mariah took it all in.
We continued into another room with electric-blue lighting. The space had a beautiful, cold shine. Surfaces sparkled and glistened.
I took her over to one of the couches lining the wall.
