The Pleasure Room (3 page)

“You'd be surprised just how
hygienic
it actually is. Alistair runs a safe and clean dungeon.”

“Is Alistair the owner, is that him?” she nodded towards the two men in the middle of the room performing the scene.

Gregory shook his head. “No. It's rare for Alistair to put on a scene, but when he does... it's a treat and a feast for all the senses.”

“He's that good, eh?”

Gregory nodded. “One of the best.”

“Better than you?”

“I'll plead the fifth.”

Felicity giggled as she turned from Gregory, her eyes immediately settling on a man being serviced orally by a pretty, blonde female with a tight round ass and luscious bosom. His head rested on the back of the bench, his face a perfect mask of ecstasy as his hands remain pressed on the back of the woman's bobbing head. Felicity couldn't get over how bold the patrons were. How openly carnal. The Wikipedia article she “researched” hadn't nearly prepared her for what she was getting herself into. She squirmed a little on the leather bench, hoping to alleviate the tingle that was starting to grow deep within her nether region.

Gregory caught the slight swivel of Felicity's shapely hips as she shifted positions. The corner of his lip curled up as he took in her rapt expression.

“Do you like what you see?” he asked her.

She turned to him sharply, blinking several times as if she had to clear her vision. “What?”

Gregory repeated himself.

Felicity scoffed. “No,” she said defensively.

“If you say so. I see differently,” Gregory said with a sly smile.

“Oh, well you see wrong, mister,” she continued to protest. “I'm just shocked people actually do this.”

“You should try it.”

Felicity held up a hand. “Hey, I'm here with a purpose and it's not to get my jollies off--”

“So, you admit that you're turned on.”

“I didn't say that,” Felicity snapped. “I'm just saying I have a job to do. Speaking of; do you think the mayor will make an appearance?” she asked. She tried very hard not to focus on the couples in various sexual positions around the room.

Gregory shook his head, willing to drop the subject of Felicity's arousal, in spite of her protests. “Like I've told you, I've never seen him. If he even does come here, I would think he'd have his own private room. Some of the doors we passed on the way here are private rooms.”

“Like those.” Felicity made a quick, discreet gesture to a few of the black doors in the dungeon.

Gregory nodded. “Those are for members who want to take their public scene and make it private. Not nearly the same as a high-class private room. Those have to be reserved. With enough money tossed in, a person could own the room which means no one else can reserve it. If the mayor is a patron here, I'm guessing he'd be in one of those rooms. Which means, you may have to do some serious undercover work if you're going to expose him.”

“Looks like.” Felicity's eyes were now glued to the two men, after what seemed like forever, the whipping stopped and the larger man in the harness, rubbed the other man's head. He unhooked him from the cross and hugged him. It struck Felicity as odd. After such a brutal display, why the  tenderness all of a sudden? It didn't make sense to her. The two men broke their embrace, but the “master” still draped an arm around his “sub”, cradling him close as he whispered in his ear. Felicity was shocked to see the man who'd taken the abuse was still so very aroused. His penis jutted up, bouncing with each step they took towards one of the private rooms.

Freaks
, Felicity thought.

“You look confused,” Gregory stated.

“W...What? Oh, well, I'm okay.” She pursed her lips. “Okay, so I'm lying. I am confused.” She shook her head. “I don't get how any of that could have been pleasurable. How that guy's still hard is beyond me.”

Gregory frowned. “Oooh, this is the wrong place to be judgmental. Curious-yes. Horny-most definitely. But judgmental, I should have told you to leave that at the door.”

“You remind me of my best friend.”

“I'll take that as a complement.”

“Well, yes and no on the complement. Sometimes she works my last nerve with her counter-arguments.”

Another charming smile from Gregory. “I'll leave it at that, then. As for how it could have been pleasurable... well it depends on the people involved. It's a complete experience that encompasses your entire being. Standing on the outside looking in for the first time, I can see how you could be... confused. But I assure you, it's one of the most mind-blowing, life-altering experiences you could ever have.”

“Save the sales pitch, I'm so not interested. I just want to catch this bastard in his kinky act and be on my way,” Felicity replied, making sure she kept her voice low enough so only Gregory heard her.

“Well, I'm guessing you may have to get a lot more used to this place if that's going to happen.” He turned when one of the club's patrons approached him.

“Greg, I'm insulted you came in here, but neglected to introduce me to your new friend,” Victor said by way of greeting.

“Ah, Victor, forgive me.” Gregory place a hand over his chest, feigning sincerity. “She was so taken by the scene, we simply just had to sit back and watch.”

The two men shared a laugh which Felicity suspected was at her expense.

“I take it this is your first time?” Victor asked her.

“Live, yes.” she answered honestly. “It's just sort of overwhelming.”

“That it can be, especially for a novice.”

Victor gave her a leering stare that more than stated he'd be interested in introducing her to the scene if she liked. She didn't.

“Well, I'm just observing,” Felicity stated. “Gregory here, is taking me through the ropes.”

“I'm sure. Soon he'll have you all tied up in them.” With a wink, and a tip of his drink towards Greg, he left.

“Wow, tell me I didn't just hear that.” Felicity said, still shocked by the boldness of the members.

“You heard it.” Gregory chuckled softly.

Felicity turned to him just in time to see him wipe the smug smile from his lips.

“You're enjoying this too much,” she noted.

He shrugged. “Maybe a little. I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to show you the 'ropes', so to speak, but that's not our arrangement.”

“Oh my God, I can't believe I just saw that,” she gasped.

“What?”

Gregory looked in the direction Felicity had just turned from in time to see the last jet of cum shoot from the very satisfied cock of a beautiful, flushed sub as he stood beside his mistress. The woman's fingers worked expertly over his sensitive shaft, milking him completely until he twitched uncontrollably.

Gregory released a rueful moan.

Felicity scoffed. “I guess I’m cramping your style.”

“A little,” Gregory conceded.

“Will I be able to come back if I need to?” She was looking down now at her hands resting on her lap. Her fidgeting fingers were the only thing she could focus on that might slow the rapid beating of her heart and the heat that started to rise between her legs.

“I'll make arrangements with management to get you a membership. How about that?”

She turned to him. “Isn't that going to be expensive? I can't afford that.”

“It is costly, but I'll foot the bill. You won't have to pay me back...
if
you write the story. I'll consider this an investment,” Gregory said.

Felicity thought it was a great deal considering she had every intention on writing her story. Nothing to lose and everything to gain.

She looked up at him.“I'd really appreciate that. Thank you.” She was grateful that he was so willing to help. It also made her wonder just how much was riding on his interest if the mayor lost his re-election. As she pondered, something else came to mind. “Ah, question. How much is that going to cost and what do you want from me for it besides the story? I've seen the way you've been looking at me.”

Gregory's brows knitted together. “Really? You think that I'd proposition you for sex?”

“I just want to be clear on our future arrangement. I'm old enough to know that nothing is free—Ooohh, that thing is huge!” She caught herself talking a bit too loudly and immediately lowered her voice. “What is that? And please tell me she's not going to stick that where I think she is?”

Again, Gregory turned to see what had her so taken aback. A male was posturing himself before his red, vinyl-clad mistress as she lubed up a large, pony plug.

“What kind of sexual fantasy is that?” Felicity asked sarcastically, speaking low in Gregory's ear.

“Animal Transformation.”

“So, like, what... he want's to be a dog or something?” Felicity asked.

“Or something. That's his kink. Again, I'm going to insist you cease the judgmental tone, at least. This is my world, too. Not only that, if you keep it up, you're not going to get far in here by way of information.”

Felicity took the hint. “I'm sorry. You're right.”

“To answer your question, I'm not going to proposition you for sex. As you can see, there's plenty of willing subs who'd be more than happy to indulge me. I don't need to back a woman into the corner using money as leverage to get laid,” Gregory said in a direct tone that let Felicity know she'd insulted the man.

“I was rude,” she said, noting her faux pas. “I shouldn't have said that. It's just been my experience with some men... they always want something for what they give. I apologize for misjudging you.”

“You didn't misjudge me entirely. I do want something, as I've mentioned before. It just has nothing to do with you sexually...” His eyes roamed over her curvacious body and he felt he needed to rephrased. “...At least not unwillingly. If you were to change your mind, I'd love to accommodate.”

“Ah, there it is. I knew there was a beast in there somewhere under that suit,” Felicity teased with a coy smile. She had to admit, he was beginning to grow on her.

Gregory laughed. “Listen, we can stay as long as you want, but I don't think the mayor will show himself in this room,” he said.

“I think you're right and really... I've had more than an eyeful for one night. Let's go.”

Gregory uncrossed his legs and rose, offering a hand to Felicity, who took it. She rose from the leather bench and together, they made their way to the exit. Standing outside, he turned to her.

“Where did you park?”

“About three blocks away. It was the closet I could get to the club. This neighborhood has entirely too much permit parking. You?”

“On the street in front of that bar you wanted to meet me at. Normally, I'd park in the club's members lot.”

“It has a members lot?” she asked, shocked.

Gregory nodded. “Secrecy and convenience. Can't have members struggling to find parking spots, now can we?”

“I bet you have your own parking spot with your name over it or a number.”

“Some do, not me.”

Felicity rolled her eyes. “I was just joking.”

“I know. How about I walk you to your car. I am a gentleman, after all.”

“Thank you, I'd like that.”

As the two headed toward her car, she decided to address her earlier concern.

“Can I ask you a question?”

Gregory looked at her, one eyebrow arched. “What?”

“What do you gain from the mayor losing his re-election?”

“I want that corrupt, greedy bastard, Goldberg out of office. He'll cost me more money a month than five of your memberships per business if he gets re-elected. Mitchell Grayson is the candidate that we want in office, but he's losing steam. My friends and I are wealthy, but our pockets aren't nearly as deep as those who are backing the mayor. If we want a chance to get Mitchell into office, we need something big that can alter the course of this election. I'm willing to play dirty to get someone clean in that position. Mitchell will be a great mayor and he actually wants to make changes that will benefit the city and its citizens.”

“So this is all for the greater good?”

Gregory nodded. “I know it may not seem that way, but it is.”

“Don't worry. I'll get that story,” Felicity promised, ever confident that she would.

“Good, because there's a lot riding on this.”

“Oh, this is my car. Thank you.”

They stopped in front of a gray late-model Hyundai Elantra.

“Umm, do you need to come with me next time.”

“No. After tonight, I'm getting you that membership we discussed. You'll be able to come back whenever you want. But please keep in mind what I said. Keep your prejudices at the door. My reputation rides on that, too.”

She thought about what he was risking by vouching for her and she nodded. “I'll keep my mind open and my mouth shut.”

“That's all I can ask. All right, Ms. Summers, until we meet again.” Gregory leaned down and kissed her cheek very tenderly. It was rather audacious, but Felicity allowed it.

“Bye, Gregory.” She opened her car and climbed inside.