71
KIERA
The musicin the old train terminal was bouncing off the stone walls. A part of me was surprised that the walls didn’t crumble under the low rumble. But the entire place was stunning, at least what I could see through the strobing club lights.
Dom stepped down the metal stairs, leading us to the main floor where patrons were dancing and yelling and sweating. Clear plastic covered the slits in the steps, making sure that heels wouldn’t slip into the wide slots.
Spencer stood next to me on the stairs, holding my arm as I took each step slowly. I hadn’t worn heels in a minute and my feet were struggling to adjust to them.
Behind us, Leo kept our backs safe. From what, I wasn’t sure but I knew that wherever we were was some sort of den for chaos.
As soon as we hit the main floor, Dom diverted us toward an old ticket booth that was serving as a bar. Behind the counter and thick glass were bartenders in double-breasted jackets and simple name plates. All of them read: “Teller.”
As Dom spoke to the Teller, my eyes wandered around the grand terminal. I had no idea how such a beautiful piece of theregion's history had turned into some underground club for rich people — one that would somehow lead us to The Oracle.
Overhead, the old arrivals and departures board flicked with new times. Some of the track numbers were labeled as Boarding, others marked with a Delay plaque.
No way this place is still functioning. It’s completely underground…
My eyes darted up to the glass ceiling overhead. Everything but that would be hidden from the outside world. And somewhere deep in the forest a straggler might just stumble upon the flashing lights and glass panes in the middle of the woods.
As Dom passed the Teller her membership card, Leo leaned into my ear. “Let’s look around, Princess.”
Guiding me into the crowd, Spencer and Leo brought me to a round couch. At its center was a gold, spinning stripper pole.
My chest tightened in the throng, terrified by how packed it was. But I tried to remember what my angels had told me on the drive over: nothing would happen to me here. There were rules and anyone who disobeyed was swiftly punished.
I tried to settle my nerves, focusing instead on the beautiful woman who weaved her body around the pole. I’d always tried to stop myself from looking at women like this, but now I knew I was allowed to see her.
Next to me, Leo and Spencer watched my face as the dancer wrapped her legs around the metal. Her head tilted back, showing off a gorgeous neck.
“Look at our little straight girl now.” Spencer laughed as a horny smile took over her face. “Called it.”
“So did I.” Leo rolled her eyes as she settled behind me. She found her way into the slit of my dress, pressing her hand between my legs and playing with my center.
My jaw dropped as I looked around. “Is this allowed?”
Not that it mattered, my clit was already throbbing with desire between her fingers.
“Anything’s allowed here if you want it to be.” Spencer rumbled into my ear as she put her hands on my stomach, moving up toward my breasts as the dancer watched us.
“But how do you know that?” I wanted to take my mind off the logistics but I needed to understand what the fuck this place was.
Leo’s jaw flexed as she spoke in my ear. “It’s a members only club. The dress code indicates what you’re here for. Some people are here for a drink. Others… to indulge.”
“Oh…” I managed, looking down at my own outfit.
“Red, submissive.”
I scoffed. “Yeah, right.”
Wrapping the hair around her palm, Leo tugged on my braid. “Low back, brat. Braided hair, needs to be restrained.”
My eyes became daggers as I met her dark eyes. In this lighting, the gold specks in them were completely erased from her irises. It was getting more difficult by the second to not succumb to Leo’s touch.
“I don’t need to be restrained.”
Leo’s voice became a growl. “You would say that, Princess.”
