Page 25 of Indulgence
Natalie’s hold on my hand tightened as we walked into what looked like a waiting room area. A sofa and two chairs sat around a table in the middle of the room. There were a few more doors, one of which opened and man in a navy suit exited. He extended his hand and smiled. “Natalie, Matteo, thank you so much for joining us here at Immersion. I’m Max de La Cruz.”
I took his hand in my free one. “It’s a pleasure.”
He winked as he moved onto Natalie. “I sure hope it will be.” Her cheeks pinked a bit, and she tucked her hair behind her ear.
“If you’re ready”—Max turned and walked toward one of the doors—“let me take you inside.”
There were two wings off the waiting area. One led to Max and his associates’ offices and a small clinic-like area for emergencies. The other led to the club itself.
My attention was focused more on Natalie’s reactions than seeing it all for myself.
On the other side of the door there was a vast lounge area. A bar was set to the left and took up a major portion of one corner of the room. In the far corner opposite the bar, sofas lined the wall, and groups of over-stuffed chairs sat around tables. A handful of people were already drinking and chatting, but most of them were watching the show that was happening on the platform stage in the middle of the room. A woman was bent over a bench of some kind, and a man smacked her ass with what I thought was a flogger.
“This is the main room,” Max explained. “This is the only bar, and we only allow alcohol consumption in this room. There is usually one demonstration a night. We like to think of it as a tutorial for some of the less experienced members or those interested in trying something new.”
Natalie’s eyes were bouncing all over the room as if she didn’t know where to look.
“We ask that no sexual acts, other than those on the stage, be performed here. Consider it almost like the landing zone, a place for people to relax and have a drink before and after visiting the other rooms.”
Max gestured at the hallway off to our right. “The layout is basically a figure eight with this room as the middle. There are two halls on both sides of this area, each one leads to a different section of the club and they connect on the other side. Let’s take a looksee, shall we?”
We followed him down a corridor lined with numbered doors. Some were open; others were closed. “These are regular rooms available for sex. The front sections are empty rooms you can use for play. We have some standard items available in all the rooms throughout the club.” He checked the items off on his fingers as he went. “Condoms. Lube. Wipes. Towels. Water.”
We continued walking. “These rooms are glory hole rooms, and what is and isn’t allowed is always marked on the whiteboards.” He pointed to one. “This is a straight female who allows vaginal penetration only.” He pointed to another. “This one is a gay man available for anal penetration.”
We reached the end of the hall and Max guided us around the corner. “This hall connects to the other on this side,” he explained as we followed him around. “In this section, we have the exhibition and voyeur rooms.” The walls were mostly glass. Some rooms had curtains drawn. Others had them open. There was currently a man licking a woman from behind in one. “The walls can be retracted to open the rooms to doubles if you’d like. These rooms work well for group play as well since they are larger. The specialty rooms have a variety of toys and apparatuses you can use. Paddles, floggers, and spreaders are the cabinet in the corner. Just make sure that you deposit whatever you used in the sanitation bins and please press the green button near the door on your way out. We clean the room between uses. We have dildos, anal plugs/beads, vibrators, and the such as well. Those are charged to your account and are yours to take with you when you are done.”
We walked down the hallway back toward the main room. “In this room”—he pointed to a door—“there’s a stripper pole. And the two across the way have sex swings in them.”
Natalie snickered, and when I glanced over at her, she winked and waggled her eyebrows.
“Sounds like something has someone’s interest,” Max jested.
I smiled at Natalie’s playfulness. “Seems like we know where we’re going to start.”
When we reentered the main room in the center, Max continued, “We have a dress code. No jeans. No sneakers. No hoods. Business casual to any degree of formal you’d like. Every new member starts off with a three-month probation period. If we see any type of behavior we do not condone or misconduct of any type, you will be removed from the club and your membership terminated. There are cameras in all areas of the club and every room, except the bathrooms. The recordings are kept on an isolated server and are automatically erased at the end of each day so long as nothing illegal has occurred, which has never happened. In the event something like that happening, the injured party may request a copy for legal purposes. We pride ourselves on being a safe establishment. We are membership only and have the best cyber security money can buy.”
Another one of the big selling points for me.
He clapped his hands and stopped in front of the third passageway. “This side has a much more sinful taste.” We started down the hall and most of the doors were open. “We have a suspension room. A punishment room complete with stocks.” Each room looked like a different version of the Red Room in theFifty Shades of Greymovies I watched before talking to Natalie. “These have various devices such as a whipping table, spanking bench, and Saint Andrew cross.”
We rounded the corner as we did on the opposite side. “Down this hall, we have the theater rooms. There’s a wide variety of porn on demand in there. You can masturbate, have sex, or just watch.” He holds a hand off to the right as we get about halfway down. “We have a sauna room, a wet room for anything that gets messy, and the showers and lockers are down here. That pretty much rounds up the tour.”
Max walked us back to the bar. “Do you have any questions?”
Yes and no. I had a ton of questions but not for Max. I was more interested in Natalie and what she wanted to do. “Not at the moment, but I will definitely reach out if any arise.”
“Wonderful.” He clapped me on the shoulder. “It was great to meet you, and I hope you enjoy yourself while you are here.”
As he walked, a few people stopped him and there was small talk but none of that interested me. I turned back to Natalie. “So, what do you think?”
“It’s . . .” She trailed as if she were waiting for the words to come. “I can’t believe you set all this up. It’s unbelievable.”
“Unbelievable bad or unbelievable good?”
“Good.” She smiled. “Undeniably good.”
It was the answer I was hoping for, and my lips pulled into a wide smile. “Want to try that sex swing out?”
