Page 21 of Our Unexpected Beginning
“Welcome,” purred a tall woman with striking red hair. “I’m Madame Scarlett.”
Graham handed her their membership cards. She looked them over and back. “Very well. What are we looking for tonight? Play or cattle?”
Julia blinked rapidly, quietly wondering if she’d heard the Madame correctly.Cattle?A barn or dungeon she wasn’t sure.
Graham’s grip tightened on Julia’s hand. “Someone to join us.”
Madame Scarlett’s eyes raked over Julia appraisingly. “I think I have just the girl. You’re looking for Claudia.” She clapped her hands twice and gestured for them to follow her.
They made their way down the dimly lit corridor, the pulsing beat of music growing louder with each step. Julia’s eyes widened as they entered a large room, filled with scantily clad women lounging on plush sofas waiting to be chosen.
They stopped at a corner table where a woman who looked around their age turned and greeted them. Her hands were clasped tightly at her waist with her back straight.
Claudia was slimmer than Julia but still as curvy. She stood a few inches shorter with black curly hair that fell around her shoulders and bright blue eyes. Claudia wore a pink lace bodysuit that formed and lifted her breasts high.
She smiled at Julia, flashing the ball of her tongue ring through her teeth and lowered her head when addressing Graham. “Sir.”
“I’ll leave you.” Madame Scarlett returned Julia and Graham’s membership cards. Graham slipped them into his pocket and urged Julia forward.
Julia stood in front of her, aware of Graham’s eyes on them as the anticipation built.
Not one for being shy, Julia reached out and touched Claudia’s shoulder, adjusting the strap to her top for noother reason than to initiate contact. Julia ran the backs of her fingers along her arm and tangled her fingers with the other submissive.
“Miss.” Claudia’s cheeks pinked and Julia looked into her eyes as she inched forward and closed the gap between them. “That’s a beautiful skirt.”
“You have the prettiest eyes,” Julia whispered, swept up in the moment. She touched Claudia’s face, crooking her finger under her chin she lifted her for a kiss.
It was the softest brush of their lips, reminding Julia of the first nervous kiss with a girl she had in school. Sneaking in a closet, hiding away from prying adult eyes, she’d slipped away with a blonde spitfire she couldn’t remember her name.
Graham’s hands trailed over Julia’s shoulder and sides, slipping his fingers between them to grope her breast.
She moaned against Claudia’s lips, entranced by the taste of strawberries and the tang of her tongue ring.
“Where would you ladies like to go?” Graham asked, brushing her hair from her neck. He kissed her flushed skin, his cock pressed hard against her backside, only proving he enjoyed watching the two.
“My Sir said I can be anywhere as long as it is in the building.” Claudia’s voice was low and thick with lust. “I would very much like to play with you both.”
“Lead the way.”
Claudia led them down the hall single file with Julia in the middle. They turned down the hallway and passed a row of doors that were mostly closed. In the room to herleft Julia noticed a row of submissives bound and kneeling beneath spotlights.
The scene reminded her of an interrogation lineup with the addition of leather and chains.
One male submissive turned toward the door and his eyes met Julia’s. His gaze was glassy and his breathing calm. He wore a leather posture collar that zipped from his chest to his nose, leaving him alert but silent. Julia noticed he was caged as well.
A redhead was kneeling next to him, thighs strapped apart and her hands attached to the bands over her knees. She wore only a sheer babydoll top that showed her shielded and clamped nipples pulled taut on a chain.
The third submissive was blindfolded and gagged, a hood covering their features. Their nipples were clamped with two small weights. ‘Full Use Whore’ was scrawled in red lipstick across their chest and crudely drawn lines pointing toward their pussy.
“Perhaps another time, kitten,” he teased, leading her into the room that Claudia walked into.
Julia and Claudia looked around the space. Filled with dark tones, there was the club’s standard armoire filled with implements for purchase and scene use. A pegboard lined the wall next to it with various paddles, crops, and restraints.
There was an obvious play space in the center of the room. Soft cone lighting showcased the discreet eye bolts and chains that waited for its next victim.
The shorter woman turned and addressed Graham. “May I touch you, Sir?”
Graham looked to Julia who nodded her approval without pause, her gaze locked on them.
