EroticReverie

Kat Angelis

It was weird asking, and talking about such things with a man that I knew was the father of the guy I've been dating the last eight months. Not only because of that, but also because I couldn't stand the heat burning through me everytime his silver eyes looked at me. They were blue, but so, so light, that they appeared silver in the right light. His grey hair only brought them out more, along with the crisp sky blue tie he wore with his navy suit. 

"What kinks...do people...take part in here?" I ask. 

I was so curious. I couldn't help it. I wasn't a prude just because I was inexperienced, but I admit, I seldom watched porn, and when I did, I need a good story line. Why was this girl sleeping with this guy? What was their backstory? I knew of some kinks, such as the dom and sub thing, but I had always thought it invloved the dom putting the other person in a collar or on a leash, or using whips and chains. I liked the idea of a soft dom giving praise to a female. Being that Devin, hardly ever complimented me or acknowledged any of the things I did for him. It was nice to be appreciated. Praise kink. Who would have known that was a thing and actually a catergory on the checklist that Duke was taking out of the drawer. 

"Oh my.." I say..."Theres...a lot." I say looking through the two pages. 

"It started out much smaller...but anytime we have a member, that checks the other box, and writes something in...we add it." he says and I nod. 

"Blood?" I ask my eyes wide in horror as I look up and he smiles, clasping his fingers and putting his arms on the desk. 

"Yes. Blood play is a kink. A popular one too. However, bodily fluid, such as blood and urine, are not allowed inside the club. Not in the name of shaming them, but simply for sanitary purposes." he says and I look down. 

"Breath play?" I ask.  "What's that?" I look back up. 

He smiles. 

"Erotic asphyxiation...people who enjoy the loss of air to their lungs." he says. 

"What?" I ask. He smirks and nods.

"The loss of breath can add to the pleasure of sexual activity for some. And for some simply the breath play not paired with anything else sexually can bring them their pleasure." he says. I just blink and look back down at the paper. 

"I don't know what a lot of these are." I say. 

"You're not required to know them." he says and I nod and keep scanning the paper. 

"What is CNC?" I ask and the corner of his mouth lifts. 

"Consensual non consent." he says and I raise a brow to myself as I look at the abbreviation the paper. 

"And that is..?" I ask and look back up. 

"It's often used for fantasies, where a person is forced to do things against their will." he says. 

"What...like...like...rape them?" I ask my brows furrowing.

He shrugs. "Rape fantasies are very popular." 

"god.." I say and look down at the paper. 

"Are you....how many of these do you do?" I ask and look up and he smiles.

"There's nothing on there I haven't done at least once, or taken part in." he says. 

"Sadism?" I ask and he cocks his head. 

"What about it?" he asks. 

"What is it?" I ask. 

"A sadist is someone who gets pleasure from inflicting physical pain or psychological humiliation on the other person."  he says and I jerk back in response. 

"And you've ...done that?" I ask. 

"Mm." he nods casually. 

"Are you....which one are you.....the sadist or the other?" I ask. 

"I think we've divulged enough of my personal kinks for today Katherine." he says with a small smile. 

"Right, sorry" I shake my head. 

"I just....this is a lot." I say looking at the paper. 

"Why don't I show you around now?" he asks and I nod. 

"Okay." I nod and he stands, walking over, reaching out his hand before I stand. 

I look at it and take it as I stand and he smiles. 

"Come with me." 

----

I'm shown the rest of the "club". Room after room, some repeats of other rooms, set up in the same way, some with glass windows to allow people to view inside. 

"This is the glass hall." he says of the the long hall on the second floor, the entire floor is lined with glass windows, and rooms. 

"The glass hall is where we host our Voyuer/Exhibition nights." he says.

"I know those ones." I say. He looks down at me from the side. 

"Do you?" he asks. 

"I mean...I've heard of them..not that I...you know." I say and he smiles. 

"Exhibition nights are popular, a lot of our members enjoy watching or being watched." he says and I bite my lip as I look into the rooms. Some simply had beds. Others included benches, and whipping instruments along the wall. 

"Tonight is Fever night...you should come." he says and I stop. 

"What?" I ask. 

"Fever night...it's the one night of the month , all floors are open, and almost every fetish is on display." he says and I look at him. 

"I ..I dont know." I say. 

"Only if you want to, no pressure, you just seem very curious. I wanted to offer." he says and I nod. 

"Thank you." I say and he smiles and nods, taking me up to the next floor. 

I scrunch my nose. 

"this is another glass hall?" I ask. 

"ah, yes, but no..these windows have the option to go opaque, there's control panels inside, to frost the glass." he says and I nod. 

"This is our age play floor." he says and I stop and look at him. 

"What's that?" I ask. 

"Just what it sounds like. Men or women, pretending to be an age they arent. Most of it is regression. Most choose a younger age."  he says and I stop at the room, full of blocks, and small tables and chair. 

"What....is....."I shake my head and stop walking he looks into the room.

"What's wrong?" he asks. 

"So you pretend to have sex with kids?" I ask in disgust. 

"No." he says firmly. "That's not what age play is." 

"It's two consenting adults." he says.

"Yeah,..pretending to be kids." I say and look at him. 

He takes a deep breath. 

"Listen....don't judge it until you've tried to understand it. Yes. It looks...bad. But there's a psychological aspect. And no...there's not always sex involved. Read up on it. Trust me. It's not what you think. Are there people who probably enjoy it, that also enjoy...things that we do NOT condone or partake in here. Yes. But that's not what we do here. " he says and I shake my head. 

"Can we skip this floor?" I ask. 

He nods. "Sure."

---

An hour later, I've seen every floor. My mind is completely and utterly blown. They have rooms set up as scenes. Doctors offices, classrooms, a fake jail cell. So many "scenes" for role play. He explains that the rooms have to be reserved, each room is cleaned and sanitized twice before it is used again. The club downstairs, the main floor is the only place always open and available.  He explains the see through curtains are because a lot of people enjoy the voyeurism and exhibitionism. 

"The stripper poles?" I ask. 

"for members as well entertainment we provide." he says and I nod. 

"Danny" he says and I look to my left. 

"This is Katherine Angelis, my new secretary." Duke says. 

Danny is shorter than Duke, probably falling just at six foot or a little under, and has the body of a wrestler. His muscles are strained in a dress shirt that looks like he's about to burst out of it like the Hulk. Even his tailored pants are tight on his giant thighs, and christ, the man has a third leg laying down the right side of his pants that I tear my eyes from in a  split second, and he  is looking me up and down, not at all hiding the judgement on his face. Cocking his head.

"Secretary?" Danny asks and walks around me in a circle.

"Danny." Duke says, his tone a warning. I shiver as I somehow feel naked even though I'm fully covered. 

"She's a bucket of blood in a pool of sharks Duke." he says out loud clearly so I can hear him and my brow furrows. 

"What's that mean?" I ask. 

Duke says nothing and Danny laughs.

"It means you are going to get eaten alive Princess." he says. 

I jerk my head back.

"Easy Danny, christ." Duke says. 

"She's going to be in the offices mainly. She's not a member anyways. Knock it off." Duke says gruffly. 

Danny lets out a little laugh. 

"What are you doing working in a place like this doll face?" he asks and crosses his arms. 

"All the jobs at the convent taken?" Danny asks and I drop my jaw. 

"Excuse me?" I ask.

"Danny, fucks sake." Duke says. 

Danny laughs. 

"You can't bring a little bird like her in here Duke, look at her." Danny says and I feel my jaw clench. 

"She might be just a secretary, but even the secretary shouldn't look like she belongs on the prairie." Danny says. 

I audibly gasp. 

"You prick." I say and Danny's eyes blink and his head rears back and I my lips tighten. 

"How dare you talk about me, you don't know me, know anything about me, and you're...you're very fucking rude!" I raise my voice and Danny lets out a chuckle.

"Katherine." Duke says as he gently grabs my arm and I pull it from his hand. 

"No!" I yell. I look at Danny.

"Danny's kink is being an asshole. Don't bother with him." Duke says and my nostrils flare. 

"I'm not working for him. for this place if this is the way one of the owners talks to people." I say and Duke growls. 

"Im sorry Birdie." Danny cocks a smile. 

I snarl and glare. 

"You're not quitting." Duke says. 

"Danny, fucking apologize." Duke says.

"I just did." Danny says and smiles at me, amused by me, only making me angrier. 

"Maybe she will survive." Danny shrugs. 

"Guess we'll see. You coming tonight Princess?" he asks with a smile. 

"Fever night?" he cocks a brow. 

"Yes." I bite out. 

I feel Duke's hand loosen. 

Danny winks. "Then I'll be looking for ya." 

With that he turns and walks away and I huff. 

"Katherine." Duke says and I look at him. For some reason his tone and the look on his face makes me feel so fucking small and I cower slightly. 

"I...I'm sorry....but he is....he is awful." I say. 

"You don't have to come tonight to prove a point. It's perfectly fine if you don't come." Duke says. 

I shake my head. "I'm coming."