Page 11 of Always Salty

—Keely to Cutter

KEELY

I couldn’t believe that I was doing this.

Seriously, I was at the biggest sex club in the city, I had a wristband on my arm that signified I “wasn’t up for playing” and was “with someone.” Oh, and I was staring at people having sex everywhere.

I’d read a ton of BDSM books in my lifetime, and none of the clubs described in my books looked like this.

I half expected to be greeted by a bunch of awesome people, a lot of those men Dominants that wanted to make my life easier, yet none of them approached.

Hell, I wasn’t even sure what the hell was going on tonight.

It just seemed like some huge orgy going on all around me.

There was a cross in the corner that was holding a woman that was being fucked by a giant dildo.

Then there was a medical exam table there in the middle of the room that had some man on it with a woman between his legs wearing a doctor’s coat and nothing else.

All of the men were drinking, which I’d heard was a no-no in my books.

The woman off to the side was having hot wax poured all over her, and there was a bunch of name calling going on, all of which I didn’t suspect were untruthful based on the woman’s very real reaction at each verbal blow.

Then, there was…

“This way, ma’am,” the man from the front, dressed all in black and wearing a ton of wristbands on his wrist, urged. “I’ll show you to the room.”

When I’d walked in, he was sucking a man off at reception.

He’d only stopped long enough to hand me a clipboard with a nondisclosure statement for me to sign.

“Ma’am?” the attendant said impatiently. “Are you ready? Your room appointment is in five minutes, and I have somewhere to be.”

But before he could get me there, he was distracted by a woman carrying a paddle and a whip who stopped him with a question.

I kept wandering, unable to stop myself.

I’d thought I was kinky, but maybe not the kind of kinky that would necessitate myself being in a place like this.

It was the two men and two women doing lines of coke off the glass mirrored table in front of me that made me realize I was wrong.

“I’m just going to go,” I said to myself.

Hopefully Craig wouldn’t be too upset with me for dragging him here and getting his hopes up. But the sex club that I’d expected was not the one that I got.

And I wasn’t super comfortable being here.

I turned around to go and found myself outside in the back alley with my phone in my hand and zero signal.

The club had told me that they put up a signal blocker that would stop people from texting and using their cell phones, but I hadn’t expected it to extend into the outside area.

I stepped farther out of the way when a limo filled with half-naked people pulled up and started spilling out its occupants.

All of them looked high as kites, too.

I guess I’d expected a bit more decorum when it cost fifty grand for a membership to Torment.

But maybe that was my mistake. Maybe the whole point of this place was to be in a place that didn’t have rules, where the elite could go be their disgusting selves.

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