bring any willing celebrity within this countries limits to my doors. It’s funny how some of them can make themselves seem so innocent in front of the camera’s eye, but the minute they walk inside my club all bets are off.
I’ve seen shit that eyes can never unsee and I love every minute of it.
I’ve had a few friends—the ones that actually know what happens behind the gold and black doors of the club—ask how I don’t walk around with a hard on the entire time I’m at work.
It’s simple.
I don’t get off on watching other people have sex. It’s not my thing; it is, however, the thing of the majority of the country. Married, old, single, gay, straight…they all enjoy it. Who am I to judge them?
I watch, but the only time I’ve ever been hard at the club is when I’m there for pleasure.
And it’s been a while since I’ve done that.
By the time I pull into the parking lot of the original club Come, it’s dusk outside and still humid as hell. My clothes cling to me immediately as I step out of my car. I strip off my shirt the minute the car door slams; the fucks that I give when being in this club have been gone for years now.
This is my club.
Sort of.
“Kayla!” The bellow comes from deep within me as I blow through the clear glass doors. The glass wall that surrounds the outside of the building, even though shaded, is nothing compared to the sunlight pushing through it. The black marble floors, swirled with silver and hints of bright red, shine up at me as I pace the lobby.
The bitch changed the keys to the back of the club.
“Kayla!”
The click of her heels echo throughout the building and I look up to the second level, awaiting her arrival.
She shows her face and I want nothing more than to put her in her place. The grin she’s wearing has no place right now.
“What the fuck did you do?” I growl at her, tightening my fists at my side.
“Oh,” she smiles sweetly as she walks down the stairs. The cold click of her bright red shoes, the bare skin showing way too much and leaving barely anything to the imagination around her dress. Who is this woman? I left her a month ago to move to St. Louis for this club. When I left she was in modest clothing, still sexy but not too much showing. She was in heels but not that fancy. She wasn’t wearing bright red lipstick and pin straight platinum blonde hair, staring at me through those fuck me eyes that have gotten me in trouble one too many times.
“What did you do,” I growl, unmoving.
“A few updates were needed, Knox. The club is getting bigger and we needed better security.” Her smile fades, bringing a more seductive grin on her face. “Come. I have things I want to show you.”
Her hand grabs mine and the man inside me can’t pull his eyes away from her ass and the way it sways in that tight black dress.
“Kayla,” I mutter, following behind her as her fingerprint opens the black and gold doors to the back.
“Shh,” she whispers, grinning back at me.
Walking through the club, I notice a shit ton of un-approved updates that have been done, but I can’t say I’m mad about them. The brown booths in the back of the viewing areas have been updated to black and red circular beds. The closer chairs are more for comfort and viewing pleasure now than the typical benches were before. We may not be able to hold as many people in the rooms now, but those that are there are certainly going to get a much better experience.
“How much did this all cost?” I let my hand slip from hers and spin, staring back at the viewing room common area. The dark and red accents add to the appeal better than the original muted earth tones did. She did good, but I’ll never let her know it.
“Does it matter?” Her hands slip around my shoulders and I feel her breath on my neck. “Isn’t it perfect, Knox?”
“It’s nice. How much did it cost?”
We weren’t doing bad before. We were doing fan-fucking-tastic. We didn’t really need this,
I’ve seen shit that eyes can never unsee and I love every minute of it.
I’ve had a few friends—the ones that actually know what happens behind the gold and black doors of the club—ask how I don’t walk around with a hard on the entire time I’m at work.
It’s simple.
I don’t get off on watching other people have sex. It’s not my thing; it is, however, the thing of the majority of the country. Married, old, single, gay, straight…they all enjoy it. Who am I to judge them?
I watch, but the only time I’ve ever been hard at the club is when I’m there for pleasure.
And it’s been a while since I’ve done that.
By the time I pull into the parking lot of the original club Come, it’s dusk outside and still humid as hell. My clothes cling to me immediately as I step out of my car. I strip off my shirt the minute the car door slams; the fucks that I give when being in this club have been gone for years now.
This is my club.
Sort of.
“Kayla!” The bellow comes from deep within me as I blow through the clear glass doors. The glass wall that surrounds the outside of the building, even though shaded, is nothing compared to the sunlight pushing through it. The black marble floors, swirled with silver and hints of bright red, shine up at me as I pace the lobby.
The bitch changed the keys to the back of the club.
“Kayla!”
The click of her heels echo throughout the building and I look up to the second level, awaiting her arrival.
She shows her face and I want nothing more than to put her in her place. The grin she’s wearing has no place right now.
“What the fuck did you do?” I growl at her, tightening my fists at my side.
“Oh,” she smiles sweetly as she walks down the stairs. The cold click of her bright red shoes, the bare skin showing way too much and leaving barely anything to the imagination around her dress. Who is this woman? I left her a month ago to move to St. Louis for this club. When I left she was in modest clothing, still sexy but not too much showing. She was in heels but not that fancy. She wasn’t wearing bright red lipstick and pin straight platinum blonde hair, staring at me through those fuck me eyes that have gotten me in trouble one too many times.
“What did you do,” I growl, unmoving.
“A few updates were needed, Knox. The club is getting bigger and we needed better security.” Her smile fades, bringing a more seductive grin on her face. “Come. I have things I want to show you.”
Her hand grabs mine and the man inside me can’t pull his eyes away from her ass and the way it sways in that tight black dress.
“Kayla,” I mutter, following behind her as her fingerprint opens the black and gold doors to the back.
“Shh,” she whispers, grinning back at me.
Walking through the club, I notice a shit ton of un-approved updates that have been done, but I can’t say I’m mad about them. The brown booths in the back of the viewing areas have been updated to black and red circular beds. The closer chairs are more for comfort and viewing pleasure now than the typical benches were before. We may not be able to hold as many people in the rooms now, but those that are there are certainly going to get a much better experience.
“How much did this all cost?” I let my hand slip from hers and spin, staring back at the viewing room common area. The dark and red accents add to the appeal better than the original muted earth tones did. She did good, but I’ll never let her know it.
“Does it matter?” Her hands slip around my shoulders and I feel her breath on my neck. “Isn’t it perfect, Knox?”
“It’s nice. How much did it cost?”
We weren’t doing bad before. We were doing fan-fucking-tastic. We didn’t really need this,
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