Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 127201 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 127201 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
“Who are you and what have you done to my best friend?”
Chloe rolls her eyes just as we reach the stairs that lead down to the reception area. She unloops her arm from mine in favor of holding the banister, and I do the same as we start our descent into the lion’s den.
With each step we take, the vibrations of the bass become stronger until it’s able to drown out the rapid thrum of my racing heart. I’m not the nervous type. Nothing really gets to me in that way, yet there’s something different about Vixen that sends me into a whirlwind.
Reaching the bottom of the stairs, we step out into a small reception area, and I smile at the petite woman behind the desk. She’s an older lady and the complete opposite of the woman who used to tend this desk. She didn’t last long before Aspen and Izaac booted her ass to the curb. I met her a handful of times, and there was something about her sinister smile that made me uneasy. But this woman, Rebecca—if I’m remembering her name correctly—is exactly what this reception desk needs.
She’s welcoming, and there’s never been an ounce of judgment in her kind eyes. It makes me wonder what kind of life she’s lived and the crazy things she’s seen. I just know she’s been through some wild shit. Probably attended a million sex parties and slept with only the most desirable men. At least, I like to think that. Most people her age would look down on a club like this, but not Rebecca.
“Ahhh, Chloe and Tilly. How wonderful to see you again,” Rebecca chuffs, getting up from her seat and reaching across her desk to squeeze both of our hands.
A fond smile settles over my lips. She sees people coming and going every day, and the fact she remembers our names touches me in a profound way. “We couldn’t wait to come back,” I tell her, “but between you and me, I’m not here for the men, I just like coming to see you.”
“Flattery will get you nowhere, young lady,” she chides in a teasing tone before scooping up the familiar menu that I all but memorized the first time I came here. “Now, what’ll it be?”
Chloe gingerly takes the menu from Rebecca and glances over it. I can’t help but look over her shoulder, and despite already knowing my choices for the night, I get fifty shades of giddy just looking at the options.
White. Virgin.
Yellow. Intrigued. Willing to be approached.
Orange. Willing to be touched.
Pink. Oral Sex.
Red. Vaginal Intercourse. Private.
Purple. Vaginal Intercourse. Public.
Violet. Bisexual/Gay. Open for same-sex experiences.
Light Blue. Anal sex.
Dark Blue. Multiple partners. Private.
Green. Multiple partners. Public.
Brown. BDSM. Submissive.
Black. BDSM. Dominant.
I love the system they have here. Every person who walks through the door wears a color-coded wristband that indicates to the other members exactly what you’re there for. Up until now, Chloe has gone no further than wearing an orange wristband, but the way she’s gazing further down the menu has me wondering what kind of kinky fuckery she’ll be down with tonight.
“Well . . .” I prompt after she’s spent a lifetime staring at the menu. “Any of those colors screaming out at you?”
Chloe worries her bottom lip and scrunches her face as she lifts her stare from the menu. “I mean, if I change my mind, it’s not like I have to do anything, right?”
“That’s right,” Rebecca says. “You can strut your pretty little self in there wearing your tits as handbags with a black wristband strapped around your lady taco, and if all you end up doing is asking the bartender for a drink, then that’s absolutely fine.”
“Okay,” she laughs. “Well, I’m not about to dive that far into the deep end and wear a black wristband. I wouldn’t want to get any of the guys’ hopes up, but I think I’m down for a purple one.”
“That’s the spirit,” Rebecca encourages as I gape at my best friend.
“Okay, now really. Who the hell are you and what have you done with my best friend?”
Chloe laughs and rolls her eyes. “Shut up and pick your wristband before I change my mind.”
A stupid grin stretches across my face, and I turn my attention back to Rebecca. “I don’t really know what I’m down for so I’m going to go with green just to cover all bases.”
“That’s my girl,” Rebecca says as she collects the purple and green wristbands. “I can always trust you to enjoy a wild night. You know, you only live once. I’ve been telling my daughter this for years. Get out and be crazy while you still can. Experience all the insanity the world has to offer because one day you’re going to be mid-Eiffel Tower, and your tits are going to hang lower than your flaps, and you’ll realize that you just don’t have the energy anymore.”