“I’m fine,” I snicker, trying to collect myself. “So about this club. You’ve been there before?”
Thadd answers first, “It’s actually a bar-club mashup situation. I got a membership a few months ago, and Brad just got his. You ladies won’t need to be members because you can go as our guests. It’s a cool place, but they’re kind of strict about things, especially the two drink max. I figure we can hang in the bar for a bit, then check out the club and then maybe even have some fun.” He wraps his arm casually over Wrinley’s shoulder and pulls her in close for a kiss. I’ll have to remember to ask her aboutthatlater. Where did she evenmeeta guy namedThadd?
“What are we waiting for?” I ask. Between the alcohol and nervous anticipation, my body is tingly all over. I need to get this show on the road. I may be doing this for Wrinley, but I’m also hoping to have some fun of my own. I’m not a prude, by any means, but my bedroom experiences are admittedly limited to basic, boring positions, the occasional ass slap and a hair tug here or there. Nothing to write home about. I know there’s more for me out there. I just need to find it and knowing we’re about to be in a kink club, has my parts ready to party. “Let’s go.”
Brad leans in and reaches to take my arm. “Come on ladies, I’ll drive.”
5
Arabella
How have I lived in Chicago all my life and never knew this was here? I’ve seen this church and attached school before, but didn’t know it housed all–this. I should’ve known something was different about it, seeing as I never saw students roaming the grounds or any church services in progress. I don’t think I ever paid it much attention.
We waited in line for at least an hour, before being ushered in the main entrance. Once we showed our ID’s, we were given wrist bands that look like they came out of The Matrix. Thankfully, the beefy bouncer–Damien–at the door explains what the hell we’re supposed to do with these.
“These are locked in place until you leave. If you order a drink, it will be scanned before and after. If you want to enter the club space, I’d suggest stopping at two drinks or you won’t be allowed through that door in the back corner.” He points and we all follow his pointer finger. Jackpot. That’s where we want to go.
“Yeah. Thanks, buddy,” Brad interrupts patting him on the shoulder. “We’ve got it. We know the rules, Damon.”
“It’s Damien, asshole. But your dismissal is noted,” he retorts, surprisingly expressionless. This guy gives zero fucks about Brad’s nonsense. “Just know, if you break therules, you will be removed.”
Damienisquite intimidating. Brad may not be affected, but he’s also dryer than the Sahara right now. The rest of us continued to pregame tequila the whole drive here, so we’re buzzing like bees and very relaxed. He looks right at me, before waving us through to the bar.Does he know?He totally knows.
As I pass him, I make every effort to school my expression, so I don’t look as guilty as I feel. “Thanks, Damien.” Then I shoot finger guns at him while internally adding a few“pew pew pews.”What the fuck?Smooth, Arabella. Real fucking smooth.
My mouth falls open as we enter into the large open bar space that encompasses the entire main floor of the old church. It’s gorgeous. The ceilings are high and they left the old aisleway in place with seating on each side. There are even some old pews lined up along the outer border of the space, where people are drinking and chatting.
“Let’s find somewhere to sit and chill before we go to the club side,” Wrinley suggests.
“You got it babe,” Thadd agrees. “Looks like there’s a table right over there, in the corner.”
I slam my empty glass onto the table, with flourish. “Done. Let’s fucking go.” I just finished my second drink and am itching to check out what’s beyond that door over there. I’m not drunk, but I am feeling next to nothing right now.
“You’ve had a lot of alcohol in a short amount of time, love. Please be careful,” Wrinley cautions. “Remember, if they think you’re drunk at all, they won’t let you through that door. So make sure you’re okay.”
I stand, stumbling slightly before righting myself and swiping my hands down my dress like it didn’t happen. “I’m alright. I promise.”
Brad curls his arm around my waist, causing me to lose balance again. “Fuck yeah, you do, sweetie.” Oh boy. If I wasn’t so horny, I’d ditch him and try to find someone else. Call me anything you want, just don’t call mesweetie. He’s lucky I’m not with him tonight for his vocabulary.
The four of us make our way to the club entrance and are all scanned through without issue.Thatwas easier than I thought it would be.
We decide to wander down the kink and fetish wing first, just to see what’s down here. This place is–amazing. They took a Catholic school and turned it into something ironically debauched and sinful.
The first couple rooms we pass are covered top to bottom in tile with a drain in the middle of the floor and labeledClean Room. What the hell happens there that they need a drain? Next areBDSMrooms, with cross shaped structures and what look like torture implements hung on the walls. There have to be dozens of different rooms down here, spread throughout different hallways.Fire Rooms,Rope Rooms,Pet Play Rooms, Little Play Space Roomsand there were even quite a few rooms that appear to be left as classrooms.
Wrinley, Thadd and Brad are ahead of me, lost in conversation, while I linger a little at each doorway, taking my time to absorb everything I’m seeing. It feels like information overload and it’s causing my mind to race. I’ve never seen anything like this and I feel a need to see more. Everything isstarting to get a little spinny as all the alcohol catches up to me, but when my best friend and our dates turn the corner to investigate another hallway, I turn on my heels, grab the wall for extra support and make my way back to see what’s downstairs.
6
Ryker
It’s only 9pm and we’re packed. We’ve been open for an hour and I’m already behind the bar, helping Jake and Roxie keep things under control. Although that's not all that different from other nights, tonight is particularly hectic.
“What the fuck is wrong with people?” Roxie yells over the music. “Don’t they know this is a classy establishment? That guy just tried to grab my tits.”
I would worry, except she can take care of herself. She’s proven it, time and time again. “What did you do, Roxie?” I question with a grin on my face.
“The better question is, what didn’t I do, boss?” She wiggles her eyebrows and makes it clear I don’t want to know. She and Jake have worked at Gravity since we opened. I trust them explicitly, so if she did something to that fuckwad, he had it coming. We pride ourselves on being a high-end kink club and do expect our members and their guests tonotbe fuckwads, but there’s only so much we can do. If he continues to be a nuisance, I won’t hesitate to revoke his membership.
