Page 31 of Burn for Her

“You’ll find our establishment is heady enough to be drunk on lust alone, Cherry. Alcohol dulls the senses. We endeavor to heighten them.”

With this boring ass place? She doubted it.

Still, her curiosity was piqued, and she was in it to win it. No way could an establishment this difficult to get into not be worth the trouble. Or maybe it was overhyped?

Only one way to find out.

“This is the pool area.” The man opened the double doors and Lena’s breath hitched as she stepped into an elaborate and well-designed garden. A fountain with naked women touching each other was the first sculpture she passed by. The pool sat nestled in a jungle of large greenery, making it perfect to conceal dirty deeds.

“All surfaces, linens, and bodies of water are purged and sanitized after each evening.”

Impressive. And probably necessary if this pool was eventually filled with naked bodies, semen, and who knows what else.

Okay, now she was starting to feel a little bit of ick factor. You know how they show you orgies in the Greek baths? All the steam and skin and oil and candles? That’s what she pictured, but now she considered the logistics and Lena figured Hollywood romanticized too much. This seemed more like taking a dip in funky ass water, enjoying a few short bursts of pleasure, followed by jellyfish-like blobs floating around in the pool afterwards.

Yuck.

“Would you like to see the upstairs now?”

His voice was velvet. Lena steeled herself, once again questioning if this was the right place or not for her. It was nothing like she expected. Where were the chains? The paddles? Hot wax? Leather and cuffs? Rods? Something!

This place looked like her great aunt Mildred’s house who Lena was forced to spend Easter with for ten horrible years until the old bird croaked and her estate filtered into Lena’s father’s name.

“Sure.” She smiled tightly. “I’d love to see the bedrooms.” She might as well keep going since she was here. Besides, looks could be deceiving. For instance, folks once looked at her and thought she was a doll.

How wrong they were.

“Our private rooms require reservations in advance. Each guest is assigned a host to spend their evening with.” His tone was calm and deep, and his gait was long as he climbed the enormous staircase to the second floor. “You can specify anything you’d like, and we will match you with a host who can fulfill those needs. This is a no-judgment club, Cherry. We pride ourselves in fulfilling your every desire… no matter how depraved you think it may be.” He pressed his mouth to her ear and added, “I assure you we’ve done worse and enjoyed every second of it.”

Lena’s knees almost buckled.

Holy shit, she hadn’t noticed him move so close until he was suddenly there. His quiet, sultry laugh shot a chill down her limbs.

Next, they toured seven different bedrooms. None of which screamed kink club. All were decorated in hues of cream, gold, and fucking beige. She was underwhelmed and it must have showed.

“Is this your first time in a place like this?” he asked.

“I’ve toured other clubs. None like this.”

“Then you’ve noted the difference.”

The corners of her mouth fought between curling up and curling down. “It’s noticeable.”

Shit, she didn’t even know his name. Just like she never caught her driver’s name.

“The French Quarter looks entirely different depending on the hour with which you walk it. Same for our club. Looks, Cherry, are deceiving.”

Hadn’t she told herself that like five minutes ago.

“But if you wish to relinquish your spot, we understand. This isn’t for everyone. If you feel it’s not in your best interests to join us, by all means, say the word and we’ll close your account immediately.”

“No,” she said in a rush. “I’m… I’m just processing. I definitely want to stay.”

“Excellent.” He flashed her another killer grin, giving her another glimpse of his impressive fangs again. “Every guest must have an examination to ensure there are no health issues before staying their first evening. Like I said, safety is of utmost importance for everyone here.”

“How long does that take?” Her heart plummeted at the thought of having to come back in a few weeks or months. She didn’t think she’d last that long with the need biting and chomping at her like it was…

“Only a few minutes.” He headed towards the grand staircase, and she followed him back down to the first floor. “We can take care of that before you leave this evening.”

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