Club Ruin…The beginning [MF][long]

People often ask me how I came to own this place, a shrug and a chuckle is my usual reply. You see I don’t really remember. Scotch and cards probably had something to do with it. I just woke up one morning with the keys to club Ruin in my pocket.

It’s a, off the beaten path kind of place, blank industrial facade, it’s grey face covered in grime from all the commuters that slide past everyday in a hurry to make it through the rat race. One lone door stands sentry, next to a sign announcing my business.

I was not impressed, when I pulled my car up in the middle of the day. I had been hoping for glitz and glamour. A place where twenty-something’s spent their time and money searching for a night of ecstasy.This was not that place. No one would willingly want this place. Probably why it was now mine. I rubbed my forehead, trying to erase the sharpie word SUCKER that must have been put there last night.

Four locks studded the door, providing further evidence that I was in the wrong part of town. Who comes here? My keys rattling as I turn each rusty tumbler. This would be a Better soup kitchen and flophouse. Sighing, thoughts of neon lights, dance music, and young ladies and money flap away on the wings of a raven. This dark place was going to be nothing but trouble. A soup kitchen might be good for my soul, but not my wallet. The last lock gave up its grip on the door frame, spoiling light into my club. Club Ruin.

I grope for a light, the sun light from the door seemingly being eaten up by the vast darkness of the space. The switch clicks, a soft hum, darkness begins to fade. Lights like I remember from high school gym class, slowly come to life, burning soft orange, urging the darkness away. The space slowly revealing itself to me, like a lover on our honeymoon.

My jaw drops, as the club unfolds before me, leather and wood abound. The place is almost surreal, it’s outward appearance mundane, drab all the while the inside looked like a gentleman’s club, oh not stripper poles and cum covered plastic chairs. Gentleman’s club, like ciders, scotch, backroom political deals being brokered over drinks and a fire. My hopes again struggled to take flight, this was going to be the best furnished soup kitchen.

The bar was impressive, solid dark mahogany with its grain like tiger stripes running down its lengths, polished to a luster I had not seen since my days in the Army. A piece of paper was the only item marring its beauty.

Mr. Calvin,

Club Ruin is yours. Please treat her well. You must have questions, but only you can answer them. The clientele is not exclusive but in the past we have been very choosy as to who we allowed to attend. Our care and discretion have won us the trust of a select community.

Our guest come here for the same reasons other people go to bars, drinks, companionship and entertainment. We also, in the past, have provided an avenue of exploration for those seeking their limits, thus our name, Club Ruin. At times people, women mostly, couples at times, come to us wanting to explore desires. Exhibitionism, some long to be seen, we provided that safe place for them, the thrill of being naked and watched as the room remained clothed. These walls have seen incredible things but our name comes from people’s desire to push themselves sexually. We cater to that, the women that wants pain, or that secretly wants to have multiple partners, even orgasm denial followed by forced orgasms.

You own a very unique sex club Mr. Calvin. It is not based on exploitation but exploration. Simply making everyday people’s desires into reality.

I hope you have a long and successful career.

M

The paper flutters back to the bar, my mind racing, Where did I get this place? What was I going to do? I guess Club Ruin was closed until I figured it out.

Sound and light disturbed my thoughts as the door opened, the sunlight casting my guest in darkness. Excuse me, is this Club Ruin? Her voice, light as air, nervousness attached to every word. I was told my, a desires could be reality here?

I gulp, this is real! My mind is racing, doubt, surprise, excitement all jockeying for a place in my head.
Please sit down, let’s talk about what you have in mind.

We aren’t really open yet Miss. What the hell was I supposed to do? Strange bar, strange women.

To be totally honest, I just sort of inherited the club. First day on the job, I shrug, trying like hell to come across charming.

Behind the bar a noise is heard, the banging of a door, light lancing in playing tango with the front door. Light illuminates my shadowy visitors face, innocent, nervous, excited all hidden behind beautiful eyes. I figured I better fake charming better.

The back door light receded, shrouding my view again. A lady, no she was all women, appeared behind the bar. We both looked at each other the question written across our faces. Who the hell are you, we both silently asked.

A smile crept to the corner of her mouth like a sunrise, brightening the mood. You must be Mr. Calvin.

Surprise rippled through my body, this half black women stood before me, features like a goddess, tight perky breast concealed under a tank top, down to a small waist and generous hips that begged to be grabbed.

Up here Mr. Calvin, our eyes meeting again. My cheeks tinged from being caught staring.

Well, yes I am Mr. Calvin, I stammer, I own this place, pushing the note towards her. You are?

People call me Onyx, a manicured hand out outstretched toward me. Nice to meet you boss.

Her bronze skin was soft and smelled faintly of coconut and Shea butter add we shook hands. My first employee.

Oh, excuse me, embarrassed I turn back to the girl at the door, this is a friend of Mia’s? She wants us to help her? I look at Onyx with eyebrows raised. Hoping she will rescue me from this day.

Oh Mia, I was relieved to hear recognition in Onyx’s voice.

Here boss, the peaty aroma of scotch calming me. I can handle this if you want. The drink already at my lips, fiery liquid makings its way down my throat. Be my guest.

Moving down the bar Onyx waved to the girl. So your Mai’s friend? What kind of things did you want us to help fulfill?

Onyx looks at me then back at the girl, her eyes calling me away from my drink and closer to the business end of things.

I pace down the bar toward both these impossibly beautiful women, my eyes not resting on one for too long. It felt like I got asked to come listen to what my sister and her friends whispered about during sleep overs.

So, Vannessa, may I call you that? Onyx asked, everything we do here is by your consent, you sign a contract stating what you want exactly and we produce it. Her voice was like honey, warm, confident alluring.

Excuse me? I broke the mood, the moment shared like waves on rocks. I was still confused about this Club and I was getting answers. What are we talking About.

Onyx, not at all phased starts telling me about your adventure in the mall. I look Vannessa up and down, eyes taking in every inch, the slow undress happening in my mind further intensified by the honey coming from my bartenders lips.

So let’s get this straight, you want us to…..

Onyx glared at me forcing me to silence.

Vanessa, I would suggest since this is something you’re not experienced with that we start slow. Concern, maternally accompanied her words. Let’s start with you coming tomorrow night. 4 hours of exhibition?

I look between you, looking for shock or agreement, anything to tell me this was real. My cock was already growing at the thought of this girl spending time here naked.

Onyx continued on, like a clerk checking off inventory. You can not wear clothes, you can not touch other guest, guest can not touch you, you will pose for guests, allowing them to see whatever they want. You cannot say no.

The idea of this was insane, I slam the rest of the scotch down my throat, amazed that you have yet refused or run out calling the cops.

Onyx hand touches Vanessa’s, warm and friendly, if you want to add or take away anything nows the time luv.

Onyx slips a hand behind the bar producing some papers, we will need to get these signed. Passing the papers over.

Here, here, and here if you agree to the terms.

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