Page 14 of Daddy Marc's Gem

Foster gently patted his slicked-back hair, cleared his throat, and on shaky legs, made his way up the steps. Thedoorman, a mountain of a man with tattoos snaking up his forearms, gave Foster a once-over.

“Are you a member?”

“Uh…” Foster’s voice squeaked, and he cleared his throat again. “N-no. I saw on the website that I could get a pass for the night?”

The man nodded. “Sure. Check in at the desk.”

Foster sucked in a deep breath. He could do this.Maybe. “Thanks.”

The man nodded him through. Foster’s throat constricted as he stepped inside, the heavy bass of dance music pulsing through his body. The entrance was dimly lit, the threshold marking a boundary between the ordinary world and something unknown. Foster’s heartbeat echoed in his ears as he approached the reception desk, where a thin man with several industrial piercings and sharp eyeliner studied him.

“What can I help you with?”

Foster wiped the back of his hand across his upper lip. Never had he felt so out of his element. “I’d like to get a guest pass for the night, please.”

The corner of the man’s mouth lifted in a small smile. “I need an ID, first.” After Foster showed him his license, the men continued. “You aren’t allowed to play as a visitor, but you can choose between two bracelets. Red means do not approach at all. Yellow is observing only, but open to discussion once a membership is purchased. Understand?”

“Red,” Foster blurted.

“Right. That means you understand, then?”

Foster let out a shaky chuckle. “Right. Sorry. Yes, I understand.”

After signing a form outlining the rules and agreeing to behave himself, he was handed two rubber bracelets. The requested red one as well as a white one.

“Excuse me. What’s the white one for.”

“Let’s everyone know you’re here on a pass.”

“Oh, I see. Thanks.”

He slipped on the bracelets, then eyed the threshold of the enormous club. He’d had no idea the place would be so big and intimidating. The main room of Club Sensation stretched before him like an alien landscape. Dark corners housed couples and groups engaged in conversation or enjoying the atmosphere.

The center of the room showcased a sea of moving bodies, couples, throuples and more gyrating together. Unlike regular nightclubs, the dancing seemed more purposeful—some participants wearing elaborate leather ensembles, others in dress clothes similar to his own, and yet others naked or nearly naked.

Foster hugged the wall, hoping his red bracelet was a beacon to any potential interested Doms. He’d expected whips and chains everywhere, screams echoing through dungeon halls. Instead, he found something that resembled an upscale lounge with subtle differences—padded benches along one side of an enclave where people knelt beside seated partners and a raised platform where a man in elaborate rope work posed like living art.

At the far end of the club, beyond the dance floor, an elaborate bar lit up in pink and purple LED lights was crowded with patrons at least two deep. Two hallways on either side of the bar led to mysterious locations that Foster doubted he’d want to explore. The more he thought about it, the more he figured he should remain where he was. Nothing good could come from him attracting attention to himself.

Foster startled at the sound of a booming voice next to him.

“Hi. You new? I saw you trying to hide over here and figured this was your first time. I’m here on a trial basis myself.” The beefy man who appeared as though he moved boulderssinglehandedly towered over him. “I see you’re not playing…” He nodded toward Foster’s wrist. “But if you have questions about the lifestyle, perhaps we could find a table and chat about your interests. You know, help you out.”

Foster stared up at the man, his jaw slack, unable to draw in any air to respond. His mind scrambled to catch up to what was happening. Hadn’t the goth guy at the front told him that the white bracelet meant no one could talk to him? Or was it the red? Foster glanced down at his wrist to discover the other bracelet was covered by his cuff. He fumbled with his sleeve, digging beneath it to yank the bracelet into view.

The bruiser chuckled. “Hey, you don’t need to be afraid of me.” The man leaned down, his hot breath wafting against Foster’s ear. “I’ve got a nice, big cock. You won’t be disappointed. I’ll takerealgood care of you. I have a ring for my dick, so I can go all night long.” He glanced over his shoulder as if to check whether they were being watched. “But we can’t do it here. We’ll have to go to your place or mine, up to you. I can’t get caught doing anything with you in the club because of that red bracelet.”

Foster’s heart hammered against his ribs as he struggled to retrieve the other bracelet. This wasn’t what he’d expected at all. The red bracelet was supposed to protect him, not make him the target of a proposition. He pressed himself further against the wall, wishing he could melt into it.

“I—I’m not... I mean, thank you, but I’m not looking for that,” he stammered, barely able to speak loud enough to be heard over the background music.

The man’s smile tightened. “Come on, pretty boy. You didn’t come here just to watch.” He placed a meaty hand on the wall beside Foster’s head, effectively boxing him in. “I’m being nice. Another guy might not be.”

Panic bloomed as Foster tried to figure a way out of the situation. What the hell was wrong with him? He’d pushed away the idea of allowing Marc to take him to the club—a man who would’ve protected him—and now he was in a huge mess. He darted his eyes around, searching for an escape when a familiar deep voice cut through his fear.

“Is there a problem here?”

Marc’s deep, steady tone washed over Foster like a balm. Marc stood behind the larger man, his expression one of fury. Foster’s relief was so overwhelming he almost slid to the floor.

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