I
sat outside the club Inferno and tried to talk myself into going inside. I was
supposed to write several articles about the club owner. It would be like a
mini-series, one article appearing every week for the next four weeks. My boss
seemed to think a biography of a sex club owner would be a big hit and somehow
he thought I would be the best one for the job.
I
was twenty one and had just recently started my career after college. I didn’t
really need a job. I had an inheritance my father left me. It was a crazy
amount of money but I hadn’t touched it. I never knew my father so I never
really felt right using his money. Besides I wanted to make it on my own.
I
am a writer for an up and coming magazine, and this is my first big story if I
could force myself to go inside. I didn’t belong in a place like this. I was
pretty but a plain kind of pretty. Like the girl next door pretty, not sex club
girl pretty. I had long curled golden blond hair and blue eyes. I was only 5’9”
tall and I was slim but I had a really nice figure. I exercised every day to
keep that figure. I was wearing a blue button up and black slacks and black
heels.
I
reached over and grabbed my black jacket determined to push forward and start
this interview. I would be here several times over the next couple weeks so I
might as well get over it. I took one last look in the mirror then I got out of
my car and crossed the street. It was 7:50 at night and the night was just
beginning. My appointment was at eight because he claimed it was right before
business got heavy.
I
walked into the club and of course it was just a small reception area hiding
the people entering from the interior of the club. It was done in black and
deep red. There was a red velvet couch across from the black marble reception desk.
A woman stood at the reception desk dressed in nothing but a black teddy and
high heel boots. She left very little to the imagination. The only saving grace
was the fact that she was not too bad to look at.
“May
I help you?” I could sense the annoyance in her voice. She obviously knew I
didn’t belong to this scene. I was obviously overdressed for her taste.
I
smiled politely pushing forward. I had made it this far I refused to be
discouraged. “I am Juliet Adams; I have an appointment with Mr. Carson.”
She
looked me over for a second then nodded. “Oh of course, right this way.” She
walked through the doorway into the main part of the club.
I
braced myself for what was around the corner. I wasn’t sure how well this was
going to go. As a rule I was a shy person and anything to do with sex I tried
to avoid. Relief washed over me as I looked the room over it just appeared to
be a bar full of scantily clad women and men. I got several curious looks. It
appeared that I was the only one with clothes other than panties on in the
entire establishment. The woman led me to a door and knocked. The door was
beautifully carved. It was real wood and it appeared to be images of demons
along with beautiful women and men.
“Come
in,” a male voice said softly, from the other side tearing me away from my
examination of the carvings.
The
woman walked in ahead of me and introduced me. “Mr. Carson; the lady from the
magazine is here”
I
followed her into the office. It was dimly lit and had a beautiful cherry desk.
The decorations were paintings of nude people and people in sexual positions. I
looked toward the velvet couches when I didn’t see anyone near the desk. There
was a beautiful man lounging on a red velvet couch. He looked like he was in
his late twenties or early thirties. I could tell he was tall, right around six
feet. He had beautiful latte skin and long, black, wavy hair. He was tone and
shirtless. His features were delicate but masculine at the same time. He was
wearing silk pajama pants and no shoes. He looked like something out of a book.
Like the vampire a teenage girl would imagine when she was reading her favorite
series.
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