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ONE YEAR LATER
“ H ello and welcome to Midnight Secrets. Where all of your wildest dreams can come true if you so please. Please, grab yourself a drink and take a look at the menu. I will be here all night to help if you so please,” I ramble out to another stunning woman who just walked through the front doors.
Tonight is the grand re-opening for Midnight Secrets. Now that it’s under new management, with a whole set of new rules, I felt the need to do something extravagant. And extravagant I did.
Leaving that cabin a year ago was the eye-opener I needed. One that screamed for change. And I took hold of that and ran with it.
Once I healed from my excursions last Christmas, I went to work making this place mine. It took months for the paperwork I fudged to clear the courts and another three months for me to expose the Black’s for what they are. Thankfully, I ran into Blondie and her friend down at the grocery store over the summer because they were more than happy to help me with that matter.
The Black’s went down hard. Every single one of them is now sitting in prison. Except for three, of course. They are still blowing away in the wind of Sica Hollow, haunted by the souls of those they snuffed out. Rightfully so.
Looking around me, I see all the women here for a fun time. To have their deepest, darkest fantasy fulfilled by more than a ton of willing men and women. I’ve already kicked many men from my doors, telling them to kindly fuck off. It’s a beautiful energy here.
Love and laughter fill every corner. Well almost. The corners, where there is no laughter, are filled with moans. Moans of pleasure. Moans of pure, unbridled ecstasy.
Just the way I like it.
Making my way to the front stage, I sit at the large booth situated atop it. It will be my safe place while I keep an eye on the place. One where everyone can see me. Know that I’m here to keep them safe from any man who dares invade our space.
I lean back comfortably and await the drink and food I ordered before coming up here. My head lolls back against the back of the booth, and my eyes drift for a moment. I’m fucking exhausted. But now that we are ready to take on the world, I can relax.
I’m jolted upright when I hear a woman’s voice close to my right. One of the customers came up to sit with me. She’s an older businesswoman that I recognize from around town.
“How can I help you?” I ramble off with a customer service smile plastered across my face.
“I just wanted to thank you. Thank you for all of this. Watching you take down the Black’s and reimagine this place has been amazing. The courage it took to do what you do allowed me to do the same. Too many times, a man has put me down. Kept me from coming to my full potential. But not anymore. Because of you, I am free, and I know many others are as well,” she rushes out, a blush slowly creeping across her face. “Sorry if I bothered you,” she finishes quickly.
“Oh my god, don’t apologize to me! You have no idea what hearing that means to me. I’m so happy I was able to help you along in your journey to finding your true self. And know, I am always around to help anyone who needs the extra push.”
She nods in agreement and says she will spread the word to those she thinks may need it.
Who knew my humiliation, oh so long ago, would lead to such empowerment? I sure in the fuck didn’t.
I watch her walk away, back to her booth and menu choice for the evening. My food and drink finally arrive and I settle in for the night.
Who knew?
The End