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When he sees Dylan and me, he gives us a nod.
“This is our place. The Hill Club. Open twenty-four seven, with all the amenities our members might need. The place you will be managing.”
I smile. “So, the Hill Pride is what? A front?” I ask.
Dylan nods, a glint in his eye. “Good girl. You catch on fast.”
Good girl.
Why does that make me hot all over? “So, what is the Hill Club?”
“Ever since my ancestors established it in the sixteen hundreds, the Hill Club has been the place to be for the movers and shakers in America. It’s an exclusive member’s only club, currently with about a hundred members, but with a waiting list where people have been waiting for years.”
“So, why not just let them join?”
“If we let everyone in, it loses that exclusive feel, doesn’t it?” He smirks for a second, but his face goes right back to serious.
“I guess. So, what does it take to be a member? Besides money, that is.”
“Money is not the main aspect, though it does factor in. Membership used to be by birthright alone, but now also includes invitation, and each applicant is thoroughly vetted by a committee. We need to be very particular when we choose our members because billion-dollar business deals are celebrated every day within these walls.”
“Wow. I had no idea.”
“Which is exactly the point. The club has been here for centuries, but only those in the know are aware of it. We like it that way, and that’s how we want to keep things.”
“And once you get in, that’s it? Does anyone ever get out? Or is this like the mafia?” I jest a bit, but I’m so curious about this new and secret world that Hill Club seems to be.
His lips twitch again, but he doesn’t let the smile form. Damn.
“Once you get in, you never want to leave. Why would you? We cater to your every need. But membership can be revoked under extreme circumstances, though it has been a while since we had to throw anyone out.”
I have to keep from chuckling. I wonder what those extreme circumstances might be for rich people. “So, you can be expelled like a misbehaved student. Got it. Note to self, don’t misbehave.”
His eyes shine and his nostrils flare.
What’s that about?
“Our members are not kids. They pay a hefty monthly fee which helps maintain the Club, pays the salaries of all our employees, and helps cater for the more… let’s call them, unusual requests.”
Unusual? I have so many questions…
“But that’s not all. The remaining membership fee proceedings go to a charity of the members’ choosing. They have a yearly list of twelve to choose from and the most voted for each month is the recipient until every charity on the list has been contemplated. Each year the list varies.”
“That’s amazing.”
“Yes. It’s not just about helping ourselves, it’s also about making lives easier for those who are less fortunate.”
“So, Hill Pride is…”
“Just another part of the Hill Club. The only part that is open to the public, though as you might already know, it is a high-end club, so even there we maintain the exclusive clientele vibe.”
“How does that work? How do you stop people from entering the club proper? Or are there separate entrances?” I mean, all we did was get inside a door. And it wasn’t even locked or anything.
“Our members can roam freely between the Hill Pride and the members’ club through the Pride’s VIP area, which only the club members can access. There’s also a separate entryway for when they just want to access the club and not the nightclub.”
This is mind-boggling. Who knew when I applied that a whole other world would be here?
Dylan takes long steps down the side of the massive room, pointing at each door as we pass. “This is for the pool, sauna, and workout areas, this is for the business center where they can do any sort of printing, copying, faxing-” Dylan measures me up and down with his eyes. “I hope you know how to deal with a paper jam.”
“Absolutely,” I say, voice cracking.
He continues, circling the room. There are the private offices, the hospitality wing where people can nap, or stay, or, um…handle personal affairs, then the media center including a library with an extensive classics collection and a private movie theatre for screenings.
Dylan stops at the final door. “And this…This is The Underground.” He looks at me again, mouth parted, his lower lip moist, even more cherry and delicious than usual. “Well, I think I should let it speak for itself.”
I look at the door, and my mind flies to a world of possibilities. A VR room where presidents meet to win or lose wars, a teleport room that some rich guy created that can bring people in from all over the world, an indoor heliport that opens James Bond style, a series of hidden tunnels that lets these people go all over town in secret.
It is just a door, nothing special or different about it, but it can be hiding anything.
And with how he is acting, I’m dying to know what.
He opens the door for me, and I step through, feeling like Alice moving through the looking glass, afraid and yet tantalized to know what exists on the other side.
My jaw drops. I wasn’t even close.
I couldn’t have guessed what secrets lay beyond this door in my wildest dreams.
Well. Maybe my wildest.
I have stepped inside what can only be described as BDSM heaven. A wonderland.
In the center of the room is a platform with several poles. The ceiling is made up of bars and from some of the bars hang chains and cuffs. Leather couches line the central platform as do several other doors that I’m sure are smaller versions of what I see here. More private enclosures for whatever devious delights members of the Hill Club might like to get up to.
Dylan walks past me into the room. “It’s very tame right now. We don’t have too many members indulging here in the morning.”
As I look around, he steps up onto the stage and holds his hands out, spinning around.
“Welcome to The Underground.”
A dungeon. A frickin’ BDSM dungeon! “The Underground…that’s a good name for it.” It is a good name. And…it conjures up all sorts of deep, dark desires.
“So, how does it work?”
Dylan leans up against one of the poles and looks down at me. “At any given point there are Doms and subs available for the unattached members. However, we also have members who simply like to play and experiment with each other.” He stares me down. Hard.
And just like that my panties are ready to be trashed. Soaked to the point of dripping.
“We sometimes have performances down here. Last night, we had a burlesque troupe. Later this week, we’re having a shibari rope performance. Sometimes we hire the performers, sometimes the members do public scenes.”
Jeez, I guess I’m going to have to brush up on my understanding of what I’m getting into ASAP.
“Above all, it’s imperative that we keep The Underground running smoothly. It requires a separate cleaning crew. They are always available on-site and make sure everything is fully sanitized and that any used disposable toys are replaced with new ones after every room or area has been vacated.
I shudder to think of the lengths the cleaners have to go to or what equipment they have to use to clean up The Underground.
His voice is deep when it reaches me. “Take a look around, if you like.”
“Thanks, I will…”
I walk slowly through the room, taking it all in.
And Dylan…he takes me in. Watches every step I take.
I don’t mind one bit.
I stop at one of the rooms. It has…windows. The blinds are drawn right now.
I put my hand on the door, needing to know why.
“All the rooms are different.” His heat scorches my back as his breath almost caresses my neck.
I stop.
He’s gotten closer. I hadn’t even noticed.
“Some of them are for private play. Others are to fulfill certain desires. Like the room you’re standing in front of. That’s our voyeur room.”
I brace myself and push the door open.
It looks rather normal-looking. In the corner, there is a chair, I’m imagining where someone can sit and watch.
“The windows probably told you that.”
The windows told me nothing. My overstimulation has taken away my capacity for thinking.
“Some people use it to have an audience, others for cuckolding…” Dylan is drawing closer to me.
I’m too afraid to move. Something about his voice is so delicious that it’s grounded me to the floor.
I want to know what it feels like to have that voice in my ear as his hands play with my breasts, and he fucks me however he pleases.
