Page 3 of Sacred Vow

TILLY

M y short black skirt barely skims the bottom of my ass as Chloe and I walk up the narrow alleyway to the main entrance of Vixen. Excitement fills my veins, pulsing rapidly through my body.

I love coming here. It’s always an incredible night, but after the day I’ve had, I could use a night of wild raunchiness more than ever. And if I’m perfectly honest, wild raunchiness is my favorite thing in the world.

What can I say? I like sex. And a lot of it.

Chloe is a little more reserved, on the tamer side some would say.

She likes to be dicked down just as much as the next girl, but she generally likes to keep it classy.

On the other hand, if someone offered me the guarantee of a good time in a parking lot, count me in.

I’m a balls to the wall kind of girl as long as there are no prying eyes around.

Despite my unfortunate live video this morning, I’m not a fan of putting on a show.

Unless the circumstances are right, and at Vixen, the circumstances are always right.

Reaching the entrance, my gaze sails over the neon signage above the industrial door. To anyone who happened by this door by accident, they would assume this is the back exit of a sleazy nightclub, but for those in on the secret, it’s the main entrance to a night of pure ecstasy.

We push through the door into a dimly lit hallway and hear the subtle bass of the music coming from deeper within the club. Chloe loops her arm through mine, shuffling a bit closer as our strides quickly eat up the distance of the hallway.

“Oh God. Why do I feel so nervous?” Chloe murmurs next to me, but the excitement in her eyes suggests it’s a good type of nervousness.

I side-eye her, studying the enthusiastic bounce in her step and the way she worries her bottom lip. My gaze narrows, and even in this dimly lit hallway, I’m able to read her so clearly. “Don’t tell me you’re actually going to participate tonight?”

Her grin widens, and I do what I can not to squeal out loud.

“I mean . . . maybe,” she admits, her cheeks filling with a rosy glow.

“We’ll see. You know I usually prefer to just watch,” she tells me, being the queen of behind closed doors.

“But I don’t know. I’m feeling a little adventurous tonight. ”

“Who are you and what have you done to my best friend?”

Chloe rolls her eyes just as we reach the stairs that lead down to the reception area. She unloops her arm from mine in favor of holding the banister, and I do the same as we start our descent into the lion’s den.

With each step we take, the vibrations of the bass become stronger until it’s able to drown out the rapid thrum of my racing heart. I’m not the nervous type. Nothing really gets to me in that way, yet there’s something different about Vixen that sends me into a whirlwind.

Reaching the bottom of the stairs, we step out into a small reception area, and I smile at the petite woman behind the desk.

She’s an older lady and the complete opposite of the woman who used to tend this desk.

She didn’t last long before Aspen and Izaac booted her ass to the curb.

I met her a handful of times, and there was something about her sinister smile that made me uneasy.

But this woman, Rebecca—if I’m remembering her name correctly—is exactly what this reception desk needs.

She’s welcoming, and there’s never been an ounce of judgment in her kind eyes.

It makes me wonder what kind of life she’s lived and the crazy things she’s seen.

I just know she’s been through some wild shit.

Probably attended a million sex parties and slept with only the most desirable men.

At least, I like to think that. Most people her age would look down on a club like this, but not Rebecca.

“Ahhh, Chloe and Tilly. How wonderful to see you again,” Rebecca chuffs, getting up from her seat and reaching across her desk to squeeze both of our hands.

A fond smile settles over my lips. She sees people coming and going every day, and the fact she remembers our names touches me in a profound way. “We couldn’t wait to come back,” I tell her, “but between you and me, I’m not here for the men, I just like coming to see you.”

“Flattery will get you nowhere, young lady,” she chides in a teasing tone before scooping up the familiar menu that I all but memorized the first time I came here. “Now, what’ll it be?”

Chloe gingerly takes the menu from Rebecca and glances over it. I can’t help but look over her shoulder, and despite already knowing my choices for the night, I get fifty shades of giddy just looking at the options.

White. Virgin.

Yellow. Intrigued. Willing to be approached.

Orange. Willing to be touched.

Pink. Oral Sex.

Red. Vaginal Intercourse. Private.

Purple. Vaginal Intercourse. Public.

Violet. Bisexual/Gay. Open for same-sex experiences.

Light Blue. Anal sex.

Dark Blue. Multiple partners. Private.

Green. Multiple partners. Public.

Brown. BDSM. Submissive.

Black. BDSM. Dominant.

I love the system they have here. Every person who walks through the door wears a color-coded wristband that indicates to the other members exactly what you’re there for.

Up until now, Chloe has gone no further than wearing an orange wristband, but the way she’s gazing further down the menu has me wondering what kind of kinky fuckery she’ll be down with tonight.

“Well . . .” I prompt after she’s spent a lifetime staring at the menu. “Any of those colors screaming out at you?”

Chloe worries her bottom lip and scrunches her face as she lifts her stare from the menu. “I mean, if I change my mind, it’s not like I have to do anything, right?”

“That’s right,” Rebecca says. “You can strut your pretty little self in there wearing your tits as handbags with a black wristband strapped around your lady taco, and if all you end up doing is asking the bartender for a drink, then that’s absolutely fine.”

“Okay,” she laughs. “Well, I’m not about to dive that far into the deep end and wear a black wristband. I wouldn’t want to get any of the guys’ hopes up, but I think I’m down for a purple one.”

“That’s the spirit,” Rebecca encourages as I gape at my best friend.

“Okay, now really. Who the hell are you and what have you done with my best friend?”

Chloe laughs and rolls her eyes. “Shut up and pick your wristband before I change my mind.”

A stupid grin stretches across my face, and I turn my attention back to Rebecca. “I don’t really know what I’m down for so I’m going to go with green just to cover all bases.”

“That’s my girl,” Rebecca says as she collects the purple and green wristbands.

“I can always trust you to enjoy a wild night. You know, you only live once. I’ve been telling my daughter this for years.

Get out and be crazy while you still can.

Experience all the insanity the world has to offer because one day you’re going to be mid-Eiffel Tower, and your tits are going to hang lower than your flaps, and you’ll realize that you just don’t have the energy anymore. ”

My brow arches in question. “Mid-Eiffel Tower, huh?”

“Oh yes,” she chimes. “But a word from the wise, take care of those knees. They won’t stay young forever.”

“Noted,” I tell her.

As Chloe and I fix our wristbands into position, Rebecca glances down at her desk, adjusting her glasses. “Oh, would you look at that,” she says with a cheer. “Aspen had you both put onto the VIP list.”

“She did,” I confirm, though whether we go down to the VIP floor or not, it makes no difference to me. Don’t get me wrong, it’s a whole new world down there, but I usually find something to occupy my full attention before I’ve even had a chance to wander downstairs.

Rebecca takes both our wrists and within seconds, we’re each sporting a beautiful gold moth stamp that will gain us access to the VIP floor.

“Okay, ladies,” she says a moment later, stepping out from behind her desk and striding toward the internal door that leads to the main floor of Vixen.

“Go have an incredible night, but don’t forget to come back and tell me all about it so I can live vicariously through your wild sexcapades. ”

“Promise,” I laugh. “I’ll even suck a dick or two just for you.”

“That’s the spirit.”

Rebecca opens the big door and the sultry music from inside flows through to the reception area. Chloe loops her arm through mine again, practically buzzing with excitement, and as we step over the threshold and into the club, I feel the vixen inside of me come alive.

God, I love it here.

“Drink first?” I ask Chloe.

“Please,” she says, her gaze already shifting around the club.

It’s a Saturday night, and it seems every member has come to indulge in the captivating atmosphere that Vixen offers. The lights are dimmed, creating the best mood lighting any club could ask for, and there’s an electricity in the air that vibrates through the thrum of the music.

There are people everywhere.

Men hit on women at the crowded bar, chatting them up and finding out what they’ve come here to experience, while other couples are well past the introductory phase and are already naked in the smaller booths.

There are bigger areas intended for groups, which are all very much in use, each one at various stages of their party.

I see women lounged over love seats with men on their knees, spreading their legs as far as they’ll go and enjoying the buffet, while other women are down on their knees giving the pleasure.

My tongue rolls over my bottom lip taking it all in.

There’s no doubt about it, it’s a wild night here at Vixen.