Page 5 of For Life
Chapter three
MAXX
AFTERAFEWMOREdays of endless paperwork, putting up with Matlock’s usual offensive barbs, and dodging my mom’s guilt, I was ready for some stress relief.
Hmmm, I could go out to a dark club, find someone to hook up with who would be down to use condoms and not bother with names. Man or woman, I wasn’t picky with casual sex. It would be quick and easy, but not at all fulfilling. It was also sometimes a hassle, which was why I only went out every month or so.
Being an Asian man, I dealt with a lot of, “are you sure you’re big enough to top?”bullshit, and it was a main reason why I chose to only top when I started sleeping with men in college. Fuck their racist stereotyping. Also, I happened to have a big dick.
What I wanted and needed was more than a hookup or the bar scene. I spent all day around mostly dominant male personalities posturing and homophobic comments used daily, and a bar just amplified that. Sure, I passed as straight everywhere in life, and my pool of possible options was bigger, but that’s not where my head was. I wanted the type of energy only found in queer spaces. It was indescribable to be surrounded by people who just got you without even meeting you. That acceptance and love I’d never found anywhere else outside of my own family. But all of that and I got to be myself. No closet or long sleeves to not offend people with my tattoos and queerness. I wanted that feeling and I needed it badly.
Grabbing my phone to check if it was open, I realized I could also go back to the X Club. I wasn’t a member, but the owners had put me on the list for being able to attend any event and just pay that fee. They only let people who were brought by current members or vetted come to parties. Seemed excessive until they had the video release, the stalker, and the threats against members and owners. Kink and sex were private, and the club made it feel public. I appreciated their diligence to curate a space where everyone had been vouched for.
Opening my closet after a shower, I figured the same attire I’d worn before would work. Black jeans, black leather shoes and belt with a simple metal buckle, and my black leather motorcycle jacket. Pretty easy but also tasteful. I always wanted to look put together and stylish, but wasn’t into many patterns. I liked to command respect, but not the attention. I styled my hair only enough that it wouldn’t look wild after being under a helmet and checked the X Club’s site again.
The theme that night was apparently an open dungeon for all kinks and not Femme Doms or pet play specific like the following two nights, so at least I wouldn’t feel overwhelmed. My first time there was mind-blowing, but I didn’t think I was ready for the special kink-themed nights. Plus, Femme Doms held zero interests for me, and I wasn’t fully sure what pet play was. I’d been so intrigued and turned on by the scene, just from Cielo teasing their Doms and calling them Daddy before they got a spanking.
Had to admit, I’d also been intrigued by the young sub I’d met who went by Ant. Tall, sexy, and made me more flustered than I’d been in a long while. He was sexy, or maybe they? I wasn’t sure. I wanted to get his number and talk more—hell, I’d shared too much in the minutes we’d spoken—but didn’t build up that courage before he flitted away and I decided I’d had enough of the overwhelming feeling of newness.
Maybe Ant would be there? They were obviously close with the owners and their partners. But I wasn’t going to see them. I’d been subconsciously thinking of going back since the minute I’d left that first time.
Zipping across town on my bike, I was there in minutes, parking at the precinct and walking so my bike and helmet were secure. The club was in the same neighborhood as my precinct, which was how I’d been put on multiple cases related to it. It was a run-down area only blocks from Market with all the tourists, and a super rich area a few blocks in the other direction. San Francisco was weird that way. Reminded me of visiting China and seeing completely different worlds from block to block. The difference being that we intermingled more in America, and had a lot more people living on the street.
The entrance had a solid red door with a bouncer to check ID’s. There was a line for the karaoke place next door, which masked what you were there for. I’d read that some nights at the X Club were eighteen and up, but this night was for twenty-one and over only. That meant alcohol might be served or brought in, I assumed, though I wouldn’t be drinking. No way did I want to be impaired for new experiences, plus if I wanted to leave quickly I would be driving home.
As I passed under the big neon sign with “X Club” glowing in bright red, I felt a sense of anticipation, a thrill running down my spine. A group ahead of me was in latex and leather harness as they began stripping just past the check-in booth.
That was the feeling I was looking for, a sense of freedom and excitement.
At the booth they had the colored wristbands Ant had explained to me, and a little rainbow-haired femme person was holding a tablet. They’re name tag read: Kinked Rainbow, They/Them.
“Hi! Welcome to X Club, I’m Rainbow. Have you been here before?”
Apparently I had been wrong to sayyesthe last time, as Ant had explained to me they meant as a person involved in kink, not as an officer there in the daytime. This time it was true though. “Yes, for the grand re-opening night. But I’m not a member.”
“No worries,” they told me, “You can sign up and pay for a membership right here.”
Handing me the tablet where the form was pulled up, I stepped to the side to fill in my info. Was I really signing up as a member? I could pick month to month which could be canceled any time, or save a bunch by paying for a year up front. The options were subtitled with how our membership kept the club open and paid for supplies. I didn’t make great money, so I chose the year option. Hopefully that would incentivise me coming back.
While I typed my info, skipping over the kinks and titles section, I could see the changing area and people getting toys out. It looked like the night was in full swing, which made sense since my shift ended at eleven pm and it was about midnight. They were cuddling against each other, likely after scenes, and changing into comfier clothes or out of clothing completely. I had policed Pride and Folsom Street Fair, and had seen this attire plenty, but it was so much more intimate in the tight, dark space.
My payment information was last and then I was set, handing the tablet back to Rainbow and grabbing a green wristband. I could remember it was green for go, yellow for pause, and red for stop, just like the safewords posted on signs all over, but not which wrist was which. I held the band in my hand and observed people until I could guess at which were Doms and which side they were. I’d never explored submissive play in sex, and was pretty new to kink, so I figured claiming being a top was just easier. If anyone approached me for things they wanted that I had no knowledge of—so most things— I’d politely turn them down. With a plan, I ventured towards the lounge space first.
There was a gathering of taller people in the middle of the open space, most in leather harnesses, and I recognized them all. My mind went blank on their names when I took in the person at the center of their group. Ant. Completely nude and facing away from me. Except they had a tail butt plug that moved every time their tight ass clenched. The tail was a soft-looking black and orange one, fluffy and S-shaped. And for some reason it had my dick straining against my tight jeans.
I had been fantasizing about their pale skin, their freckles, and their playful nature since I met them. Ant was wearing a green wristband and in a group, so I figured I was allowed to approach. The others were Shepherd, Ash, and A, who I knew, but had a hard time looking at when all of Ant was on display.
“Hey, all,” I greeted as I stepped up to the open space between A and Ant. “I finally made it back.”
“Hello, Officer,” Ant greeted like he had the first time we met at the club. He turned to me, and my mind went blank.
Chapter four
ANT
TAKINGSHEPHERD’SADVICEIwent to the next Friday night at the X Club. A lot of my fantasies revolved around being a cat, but the pet-play night was always more pups and sweet focused than what I was into. After attending a pet-play session taught by Cielo that had ended up in Shepherd’s kitchen, I was so into the act of being an animal. Eventually I hired Cielo to teach me about kinks and how to top safely, and we became close friends.
My fantasy wasn’t to be petted like a sweet kitten or to eat out of a bowl. In that space I always felt more feral, like a cat in heat. Not that’d ever admitted that out loud. If I was going to explore the kinky dreams in my head, I had to voice them and seek out opportunities to make them happen. Since there were many Doms I trusted at the club that night, I had approached each one to meet my in the lounge at midnight so we could discuss a non-sexual scene.