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Chapter 3

Precisely at 10 pm, the doorbell rang. Feeling my heartbeat quickening, I looked at myself in the mirror for the last time and was satisfied. Coco Chanel is forever right. A little black dress should be in every woman's wardrobe.

They were waiting for me. At the entrance was a black Mercedes, as it was said in the call. I managed to take a couple of steps in his direction when a tall male figure slipped out of the darkness, making me shudder.

" Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you, " the driver, dressed in a black suit, black shirt, and black tie, nodded curtly and opened the back door of the car.

Looking at him, a children's horror story surfaced in my head. "In a black-black city, on a black-black street, there was a black-black house," and so on and so forth.

Coming to my senses, I winced and muttered:

- Thank you.

I didn't want to have a conversation.

The soft leather of the car pleasantly cooled the skin. The tart scent of masculine perfume was in the air. Oh, Dear!

The driver sat down in the front seat and said without emotion:

- Please put on a mask.

I shuddered again.

- Why?- I honestly did not understand because we still have to drive.

- I will not move until you put on the mask.

I raised my eyebrows in a demonstratively slow manner.

- Do you have clear instructions on this?

- Yes.

The young man sat motionlessly. Huge shoulders. Stubborn chin. Perfectly shaved cheekbones. Measured movements.

Realizing that I was a player in a foreign field, I put my purse on my lap and clicked the clasp. I took out the mask and involuntarily licked my lips, touched by the coral shine. For which devil to wear a mask right now?

I did not voice the question. The driver made it clear that it was useless.

I gathered my hair in a strict knot at the top of my head. I took care that the mask did not crush it. Then I straightened my hair and put my hands on my knees. Left to left. Right to right. Like a schoolgirl.

The car started moving smoothly.

And after ten minutes, I understood why the driver asked me to put on a mask. It would seem a trifle. A certain attribute of certain conventions. And that's not a trifle! This is the so-called preparation. The more time passed, the more robust and incomprehensible excitement arose in my chest—slight trembling inside the convulsively contracting abdomen.

I didn't like my body's reaction. I'm a young adult woman. I'm not going to have fun, but to work. But I haven't managed to cope with myself yet.

We drove for about an hour. I kept glancing at my watch. Would they take me to the club around midnight? I would laugh very loudly if the door of the dark mansion was guarded not by a young man in an expensive suit, but by a "vampire" with a pale starched face and red streaks on his chin. For goodness sake, vamps are no longer in trend! Costume parties are not my style. On the other hand, what difference did it make to me?

Reflections were interrupted by the deaf voice of the driver:

- We've arrived.

Lost in thought, I did not notice how the Mercedes stopped. I wanted to open the door, but the courteous driver was ahead of me. A trifle, but nice.

- Thank you.

A restrained nod in response.

I looked around. We stopped at a high wrought-iron gate, which I saw in the photograph. Not a soul around. No houses, no other cars. A slight chill went down my spine. Somehow gloomy and damn creepy. No people, no animals.

- Please follow me.

I didn't notice how another healthy shadow slid towards me from the gate. I mean, a healthy man. The low light made it impossible to see his face, but the dimensions were impressive.

- Hello, I'm Abigail.

-I know who you are.- A cold voice cut unpleasantly along the strained nerves. -Please follow me.

Good Lord, what's going on here?

- Am I the only one invited? This thought haunted me from the moment I arrived when I did not see a single car around.

- No.

Laconic, of course, but reassuring. I realized that the club employees were not allowed to give information, so I didn't ask any further questions.

The gates swung open with a slight rustle, and we entered the territory.

The night was clearly not on my side. It seemed exaggerated and sinister in this. I had to pull myself up again.

I felt a little better as we passed on. The area outside the gate was impressive, large, and well-appointed. At dusk, it wasn't easy to see, but I noticed only a few gazebos and a neat lawn.

It was necessary to walk a decent distance to the mansion, at least half a kilometer. We walked along the cobblestones, and my heels echoed dully in the silence of the night. Turning my head to the left, I saw a parking lot filled with cars. The sight of the silent metal monsters calmed me down and brought me back to reality.

As soon as we approached the mansion, a man came out to meet us, also dressed in a black satin suit with a mask on his face. The mask was not silk, it was made of a denser fabric and covered most of the face, leaving loose lips and a square chin…a vaguely familiar square chin.

- Good evening! My name is…

I was not allowed to finish. The door was thrown open abruptly, and he stepped aside. Like, come on in and feel at home. Looking around, I noticed the retreating back of the guide. It became uncomfortable again. Without looking at the stern, taciturn men, I stepped inside the mansion.

And immediately froze with delight.

High ceilings with crystal chandeliers. Walls with stucco and tapestries. The floor with intricate carpets. The atmosphere of the past centuries was present in everything—the staircase with gilded railings and marble steps inviting guests to the second floor.

- Welcome to paradise.

I shuddered. Carried away by looking at the interior decoration of the mansion, I did not notice a short woman who appeared from behind the pillar.

The woman was not just short but petite with the same silk face mask. Platinum hair was pulled back in a high ponytail. She was wearing a black bra with a mesh down the middle to show the cheeky, protruding dark pink n*****s. Her thighs were covered with the same black panties and the same insert-mesh on the pubis. My natural modesty did not allow me to look more closely at her uniform, and I quickly turned my gaze to the face of the stranger, who stretched her lips in a slight smile.

Paradise?

Yes, it was heaven for sinners.

- My name is Ava. - The stranger introduced herself. -I am a co-owner of the club.

- Very nice. - I forced myself to speak, having difficulty coping with the increasing excitement. -I am from Egor

- No need for exotic names, Abigail. - The woman purred in a low timbre and came closer, enveloping me in the sweet scent of perfume. -We have a rule. We talk about ourselves or about those people with whom we communicate at the moment. Prohibition of others.

She nodded slowly, digesting the first information she received. My guess turned out to be correct. I got into the club of fans of kinky s*x.

- Got it.

- Great. So, Abigail, today I will be your personal guide. Are you ready to plunge into the world of sensual pleasure and forbidden games?

I did not hesitate to answer:

- Ready.

- Great. I did not doubt your answer. - An insidiously tempting smile appeared on Ava's face. -I would like to know, can you guess what exactly the club members are doing?

- b**m?

- In some way. "Ava" is the territory of seduction and pleasure. There are no prohibitions here. There is no false modesty. Here you have the opportunity to fulfill your wildest, most outspoken desires. Do you understand me?

Ava pointed forward with her hand, and we moved down the corridor. There was no one besides us. Only soft melodious music sounded from the speakers mounted in the wall.

- I hope so.

And again, a slight smile on the blood-red lips.

- Tell me, Abigail, what do you know about domination and submission?

It was my turn to smile a little ironically. Which one of us is a journalist? Nevertheless, I answered:

- My knowledge is very superficial, only what can be gleaned from books and the Internet.

- Oh! There is very "reliable" information. Well, I understand you. When our mutual friend asked me for a favor, I knew what I was doing. My club does not need social prominence, but a look from the outside will be interesting. Therefore, I have prepared several performances for you.

- Performances? - My eyebrows went up.

- Yes, - the co-owner of the club purred and took me by the elbow. -Do you mind?

I will not say that her touch was not pleasant to me, but there was a certain intimacy. I wanted to pull my hand away, but I had to restrain myself.

I knew where I was going and why.