We enter the large foyer of Purgatory, Victoria striding ahead, removing her long wool coat to reveal her catsuit and thigh-high killer-heeled boots. When Victoria comes out to play, she means business. Our hostess checks our IDs and health screening results, taking copies for our membership file. She hands us a sheaf of forms and a waiver to sign before giving us a quick rundown of the club's rules.
Once we’re all sorted, she leads us on a tour of the various rooms and areas of the club, each designed for different types of kink play. There’s a spacious dungeon area with all sorts of furniture for bondage and impact play, as well as private rooms for more intimate activities.
One room catches my attention immediately—the main bar area with four mini stages set up in the corners of the room, each with seating available and soft, intimate lighting. Chloe explains that these are open areas for those who want to put on a show. I’ve always loved that side of my play. Having people watch, feeling their eyes on us, the tension building, the joy from the crowd at the eventual climax. Putting on a show is in my blood.
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Victoria chuckles beside me. "Well now," she says with a twinkle in her eye. "We may have found our next outing."
Our hostess leads us down the long hallway, the dark parquet flooring lined with a thick burgundy carpet runner, sconces against the walls casting a warming glow. Thick wooden doors open to reveal playrooms with various equipment, from a large bed with satin sheets to another with a St. Andrew’s cross and spanking bench. Glistening hooks on the wall hold crops, paddles, and whips of various sizes, thicknesses, and lengths. The final room at the end has a large glass window, the glow from the lamps inside soft but enough to light up the whole room, with no shadows to escape to.
We continue through the rest of the club, taking note of all the amenities, such as lockers for personal items and cleaning supplies and snacks for aftercare. Everything seems to have been thought of, right down to the last detail.
The atmosphere is elegant. Timeless, yet edgy with its subtle touches like neon accent lights—just how I like it.
We finish our tour back at the front desk, the hostess asking if we want to stay to attend the upcoming event this evening. It’s a special night where members are being taught a master class in wax and needle play by a local expert. We accept and take seats at the bar, both of us completing our membership paperwork.
Yes, Miss
The buzzing, itchy feeling I’ve had gnawing at me starts to settle. I’ve not had any play partners for a few months with the move, and this woman is desperately in need of some action. I send a silent prayer of thanks to Dominic. The man never steers us wrong. I think I have found my new club.
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Chapter 11
James
The Monday morning staff meeting is about to start, and there's no sign of Isabelle. Anxiety claws at my insides. I'm hoping she hasn't quit. Getting to know her over the past week has been wonderful. She’s a breath of fresh air that I’m not ready to say goodbye to just yet. I stare down at my coffee, unable to take another sip.
The door swings open, and she comes strolling in laughing, Daniel close behind her, leading her with his hand on her lower back. Her hair is up in a loose bun with soft tendrils cascading around her face. Her pale blue blouse has the top three buttons open to showcase her collarbones, no doubt giving anyone taller a view of her cleavage. Her look is finished with a pair of high-waisted, wide-legged, navy blue trousers and flat ballet pumps. She looks timelessly stunning. Simple, smart, but giving off a vintage cinema icon look, the high waist trousers accentuating her curves and flaring beautifully around her soft, round ass.
Yes, Miss
Jesus.
I should not be looking at her like this; she’s far too young for me, and I should know better. Self-loathing rolls through me. But after seeing her at the rugby match, I couldn't stop seeing her smile in my head all weekend. Thinking of her curves and her laugh, I hadn't been able to stop picturing what she looked like underneath it all, imagining her soft, smooth skin beneath my fingertips, my face buried between her thighs, and what she might taste like as I stroked myself in the shower this morning.
Not so long ago, she was in school uniform and sat at my piano.
I give myself a mental slap as I bring myself back to the here and now. As if anyone as gorgeous as her would ever give me a second look. A surge of irritation shoots up inside of me , watching her with him. She seems far too comfortable around Daniel. I have no right to those feelings. She is her own woman; she can do what—or who—she wants. But I want it to be with me.
Daniel glances over as Isabelle laughs at one of his jokes, and he smirks at me. Isabelle sees me sitting at the central table in the staff room and comes to sit next to me.
“Morning, Isabelle. Did you have a good weekend?” I ask casually.
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Isabelle beams her big smile at me. “Oh, yes. It was
brilliant, thank you. I had Victoria round for the weekend, and we spent an evening at a club. You?”
“Not much, really. After the match—”
“Isabelle,” Daniel interrupts, leaning forward across the table “You should have said. I do love a night out. Maybe I’ll bump into you at the same club.”
Isabelle snorts into her coffee cup, desperately trying to hide a smile. “Yeah, maybe.”
She doesn’t elaborate any further, and Daniel's attempts to dig deeper are mercifully cut short by Rebecca clapping her hands for everyone's attention. I sit and listen to the weekly updates, watching as Isabelle absentmindedly chews on the top of her pen and takes notes. I watch her smile at some of the jokes cracked by others and think how nice it would be to make her smile like that. She had laughed at some of my jokes, but I wasn't sure if that was out of politeness or if she meant it.
