Page 1 of Behind the Scenes
prologue
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Iwouldn’t normally risk my entire career by going to a queer sex club, but somehow that’s exactly where I found myself on a Friday night after wrapping up filming in New York.
I almost ignored the message when it popped up, thinking that it was some type of spam.
But no, I was beingspeciallyinvited to Club Pétale. The ever-so-famous New York Queer BDSM club.
They had rules. Simple ones, like leaving your phone at the door.
And then more strict ones.
Wear a mask.
Use a fake name.
Consent is key.
Maybe they were supposed to turn me off, but all they did was entice me.
Because I had a little secret. One that I hid behind a carefully curated mask. Afamousone at that.
I couldn’t risk my career, though I’m sure they would eat this up. One of the world’s most famous lesbian actors going to a BDSM sex club in herfree time?
The tabloids would have a fucking ball. I can see the headlines from here.
And it would be that much harder to hide what I needed to. But that was part of the excitement of it all. And I couldn’t help but feel justa littlecurious.
While there wasn’t much out in the world about the club itself, there were some rumors about wealthy and powerful people showing up at a specific queer BDSM club that just so happened to be in New York.
Another thing that drew me to the place was that whoever owned it had the power to keep its name out of every single tabloid and gossip magazine. Only those in the knowhad any idea of what happened in there.
And now I was going to be one of those.
Still, I had to weigh my involvement carefully because, no matter how good a time they promised, there were bigger things to consider.
But all those fears and worries disappeared when I sawher.
The thought of a partner hadn’t crossed my mind. I was focused on exploring the club, taking my time looking at the people on display, when a room called to me. I didn’t know why, but I found myself ducking into it.
When I stepped in, I paused to look at the performers. Two girls on stage. One completely at the other’s mercy. So fucking hot I decided to stay.
Looking around, I saw there were some seats available, but many people opted to stand.
Shewas one of them. The one who called to me. The one who made that delicious show on stage meaningless. The one I couldn’t tear my eyes away from if I tried.
She had long, sleek brown hair that cascaded down her back. The tight black skirt and black blouse combo, while incredibly sexy, looked strangely professional for a sex club. The most interesting thing about what she was wearing was the bright red shoes, meant to match the intricate mask on her face.
But those eyes… They were focused on the girls on stage. She wasn’t just watching. She was analyzing. She was enraptured.
And I was enraptured with her.
There was something about her. Something that called to my own darkness. She stood so straight, looking so proper, but one look at her told me how much she enjoyed what she was watching.
I had never felt the pull of someone like that. Never in all my years. Unless it was the pull to kill them, of course.
I wanted her.
