He leans forward and I expect him to kiss me, but he places a gentle press of his lips on my collarbone.
“Is that what you want me to do?”
“Yes, that’s what I want,” I tell him confidently and he pulls his stool back standing to his full height; how did I forget how tall he is?
He holds out his hand for me to take and his palm swallows mine as we walk past the other patrons sitting at the bar, none of them really paying us any mind as we reach the entrance to the back of the club.
He uses his membership card for entrance and my breath hitches as I take in what goes on in the true heart of Avalon. I don’t know how I know it, but just like at the bar, I know I’m walking in as one person and leaving a totally changed woman.
7
SEX CLUB HEAVEN
Gavin is definitely goingto fucking kill me. I mean, we did this shit on far too many occasions as kids, our mom got called to the school at least five times for us swapping places and our teachers being none the wiser until one of us slipped up.
I don’t know why I did it. Why didn’t I say, “oh sorry, the man you’re looking for is my twin brother who’s so like me but also completely different from me in so many ways?”
I considered coming clean so many times, and then this pretty woman handed me that damn list and, like the bastard I am, I lost the ability to think coherently. I want this woman who’s half my size, figuring out what she likes to use me as her little boy toy to see if she likes being in charge.
She fit the bill with her looks, but the list? The list is going to fucking kill me. If I hadn’t seen so many overlapping interests, maybe I would have come clean. If she was only looking for someone to top her, Gavin would be the guy for her. But sweet little doctorate in fine arts, Kate, wants to try so many things that also align with what I want.
I’m a greedy little fuck, but at least I’ll make this good for her.
That’s the only reason I can have this on my conscience. Kate doesn’t seem like the type that wants a man to be completely submissive. She’s testing out her kinky little wings, and for whatever reason, I’m deluded enough to think I can give her that.
And maybe, maybe a small piece of me that shares everything with Gavin wants my own taste of Kate. We share pretty much everything our entire lives, and maybe the spoiled part of me wants to prove that I can be the other half of the coin she needs.
I do briefly remember my brother coming home a few months ago, telling me he christened our new office. Maybe the ten point score she gave spanking was for Gavin, and that makes me want to be on my best behavior.
Her hand is in mine as we work our way through the open space of Avalon. This room is for the voyeurs and exhibitionists. There’s a stage to the left where demonstrations are held from time to time. Her eyes are wide, not with shock, just taking everything in. I keep a slower pace to make up for her short legs and high heels.
There are more rooms in Avalon, private ones you can rent with specific kinks in mind, along with smaller rooms for groups and intimate get togethers.
Once we reach the hostess stand to be directed to a specific room, I go to speak, and Kate puts a hand on my chest.
“We’d like a private room, please,” Kate says, and the hostess smiles at her.
“Of course, we have three rooms available. Two are standard private suites, and then we have the spanking bench.”
“One of the private suites would be great.”
“You can head down to room four. Mr. B Carlson and…” she asks and I wince.
Is she going to notice the fact that they have to use my first initial because there are multiple Carlson’s who come to Avalon?
“Morley,” Kate says easily, and the hostess nods her head.
“Enjoy,” the hostess says, marking the room as in use as Kate now leads me down the hall, looking at the numbers as we walk down the corridor, finding number four.
She opens the door and an anticipatory quiet takes over. There’s no soft music or the cover of other people talking when we’re in this private room and I wonder if it’s going to spook her, or if she’ll thrive in the new environment.
The private rooms are simple, a bed at the center, that isn’t a mattress, it’s made of the same material gymnasts and wrestlers use for hygiene, but it’s covered with luxe, black sheets. The lighting in the space is dim, only present in the crown molding of the ceiling. There’s one long table. The top of it has condoms, lube, and a few other small items. There’s a mini fridge beneath that houses water bottles. Across the way there’s a simple bathroom, decorated in black and gold. The feel is similar to a high end hotel, just like the front of Avalon is. Simple, but it works.
I give her space to figure out what she wants, not rushing her.
She takes in the room. I’m sure she’s seen all of Avalon before, except empty, during her new membership tour. She’s contemplating her next move as she glances over at me.
Is she going to change her mind? Or is she going to impress me and put her nerves aside and tell me what she wants? Either way, I’ll be happy to oblige.
