Rescue Me

Chapter 7. Blushing in Leather

Oh!

I could feel my face heat up, and I hated that it was happening. I’d signed myself up to become a member of a b**m club—a place called Club Delco, no less—and I was being escorted around by a woman dressed in full dominatrix fashion. And yet here I was, blushing like a schoolboy at the mention of a gangbang.

“So… is that something anyone can just jump into?” I asked, trying to sound casual.

Camilla—who was showing me around—gave a small shrug. “Yes and no. She’s done it a few times before, but she always picks the people herself. You can swing by the room later if you’re curious, though. It usually gets packed, and only a select few are invited in. It kicks off around eight.”

“Right,” I said. “Got it.”

Jesus.

Who was this girl? Apparently, she was so in-demand that she needed to hand-pick people to f**k her from a literal crowd. Camilla hadn’t given me a physical description, but my brain filled in the blanks with some tall, broad-shouldered, movie-star-looking girl with that whole smoldering, chiseled thing going on. Not even my usual type—I liked someone with a little more edge, a little less polish—but hell, if she was as legendary as everyone was making her sound, I’d roll with it.

We stepped onto the fourth floor, which had the same sleek, moody design as the lobby: dark walls, gold accents, and glowing strips of blue and white light. About half the people here were in various stages of undress, and I could feel my pulse pick up. A girl in a mesh shirt and tight leather pants brushed past me, throwing a wink over her shoulder before heading toward a dance floor where a group of people were already grinding to the beat. I could get used to this place.

Camilla pointed out a few playrooms, locker areas, and changing rooms—stuff her sister had already described to me. Then she gestured discreetly to a shadowy corner, barely visible unless you were standing just right at the bar. “That’s the VoyEx corner,” she said. “For watching or joining in on public scenes.”

The name wasn’t exactly creative, but it caught my interest. Full-on s*x wasn’t allowed in the main lounge area, probably for hygiene reasons—appetizers and open drinks didn’t mix well with bodily fluids—but over there? Anything went.

Still, my focus was locked on the gangbang. It was the perfect blend of performance and play.

When the tour wrapped up, Camilla left me sitting at the bar with a casual, “Ask any of the staff if you need anything,” and then disappeared into the crowd.

“What can I get you, handsome?”

I looked up. The bartender was gorgeous—taller than me by a few inches, with smooth brown skin, short sponge curls, and dark eyes that sparkled when she smiled. For a second, I wondered if it was against the rules to hit on the staff.

“Just a beer. Whatever’s on tap.”

She nodded and started pouring.

“I’m guessing you’re new here?”

“Yeah,” I said. “Gabriel. Just joined.”

She slid the glass onto a black napkin and offered me a sly smile. “Jeremiah. So what’s your scene?”

“Top. Dom,” I said, taking a sip. The beer was a little hoppier than I liked, but it did the job.

Jeremiah raised an eyebrow with interest. “Have you heard what Camilla’s friend has planned for tonight?”

There she was again.

“She mentioned it. Is this girl that big of a deal?”

“Oh yeah,” Jeremiah said. “Quiet most of the time, but when she does talk, it’s usually something sharp. She’s helped shape the rules here, believe it or not. And yeah… she’s hot as hell.”

That was the second person to call her gorgeous. My mental image of this girl was starting to get out of hand.

“You think I should try to get in on it?” I asked.

She gave a noncommittal shrug. “Depends on what you’re into. But if that’s your vibe, there’s no better place—or person—for it in the city.”

I nodded like I was still mulling it over, even though I’d made up my mind the second Camilla told me about it. Worst-case scenario, I’d strike out and go find that mesh-shirt girl. Or maybe I’d see if Jeremiah was off work soon. Not to sound cocky, but when I want company, I rarely go home alone.