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Club Red

C lub Red was in Greenville, a couple towns over from Acadia, tucked back in the warehouse district away from the normal Saturday night hustle and bustle.

During the week it was one of the hottest, members-only nightclubs that everyone in the area dreamt of being accepted into.

On the weekends it was transformed into something darker.

Non-members even spread rumors that it was a hip Vamp club, convinced that the owners would go so far as to allow human sacrifices on the full moon to induct their new members.

The rumors got so outrageous that the local police got involved.

In reality though, that did nothing but add an extra layer of protection to the club which was actually a place for kinksters to unleash their inner desires.

“The place hasn’t changed much.” Hans was unphased by their arrival.

“Surprise,” Marcy said sarcastically as she pushed the button that opened the gate.

“ Do you have a code?” A voice came over the intercom.

“Charlie, Romeo, four, two, seven,” Marcy responded and the gate started to open.

“Alright Marcy, have fun tonight.” A click soon followed and the voice was gone.

Hans hadn’t been to Club Red since he and Alana were together the first time.

Part of him wondered if he would see any old friends still hanging around or if he was going to be able to fly under the radar.

He didn’t exactly look forward to trying to explain that not only had he and Alana broken up, but she had recently passed.

Once they had been directed where to park by the parking lot attendant, they made their way up the sidewalk where security greeted them and opened the door.

The place was dimly lit, string lights and LED candles lined the long hallways that led toward various rooms and into the main dungeon.

During the week these rooms were closed off, but tonight they were open for business.

Hans took the opportunity to look in each room they passed in their search for the woman both he and Marcy craved.

Loud thuds could be heard from the first room where a woman was strapped to the St. Andrews Cross.

She moaned, an orgasm clearly begging to be released with each thud she received.

Even in the poor lighting, Hans could see the bruising starting to take shape across her body.

The implements of the person servicing her were lined out on the table next to the door perfectly.

“Beautiful,” Hans whispered as they kept moving forward. Marcy took note of the passion and fire returning to him.

In the next room there was a woman suspended from the ceiling, her rigger creating a piece of art with intricate knots.

A second woman stood off to the side waiting for her turn.

Shibari was something that Hans had always been interested in.

He and Alana had discussed taking classes together, but they had been unsuccessful in obtaining any information.

“She should be here somewhere.” Marcy was starting to seem nervous.

??“You know Sage, she is probably in the main area,” Hans reassured her.

Their whispers caught the attention of the rope bunny that wasn’t currently tied up.

Her eyes met with Hans and they exchanged a smile before he decided it was time to move on.

“Why don’t you go on ahead? I’ll be there soon.

” His voice lowered and words flowed from his mouth slowly.

At first, Marcy seemed confused but when she realized what room they were approaching next.

She took the hint and left Hans standing there.

He slowly crept up towards the door, touching the doorframe and allowing all the memories that he and Alana had shared in this room come back to him.

“I miss you, Alana.” Hans whispered before stepping back into the middle of the hallway.

His mind was set on figuring out where Sage and Marcy had run off to, and he started to make his way to the main dungeon area.

Loud moans could be heard down another corridor that was typically reserved for private parties.

Hans couldn’t help but stand at the end listening to try and figure out what type of party could be happening down the long secluded hallway.

Once the sounds became scarce, he turned, running into another member of the club.

“Shit, I am so-” Hans started to apologize when the light caught the man’s face. “Dax? Is that really you?”

Dax was the cousin of Michael, Hans’ best friend in high school, and he was always hanging out with them regardless of being a few years younger.

After graduation Michael and Hans had drifted apart but, much like tonight, he and Dax had reconnected after running into each other at Club Red.

The two were almost inseparable until Dax took a job that sent him across the country.

“Hans! I haven’t seen you here in quite some time!” Both men were in shock to have run into each other after so many years.

“I thought you were living over on the West Coast?” Hans started to feel bad for not staying in touch with him. “I had no idea you were back.”

“Turns out that if you work hard enough, get involved with some crazies and make it out alive, your job will let you work anywhere in the world as long as you can fly out to the office every few months.” Dax chuckled awkwardly.

“You too, huh?” Hans shook his head, curious about what Dax was referring to. “I’ve gotta meet up with a couple of people, but we need to get together for lunch or something and catch up.”

“Sounds good to me.” Dax shook Hans’ hand. “I need to figure out where Emily ran off to.”???? “Emily, huh?” Hans smirked. “You never struck me as the type of guy who’d want to settle down.” ??

“A lot has happened. See ya around.” The men went their separate ways.

As Hans drew closer to the main room, he could hear fits of giggling, a sound he knew all too well.

He stepped inside the massive room that housed the main dungeon.

Chains hung from the ceilings with plenty of stools and benches for impact sessions on top of seating for the voyeurs to get their fill.

Other rooms branched off from this area designated for more intricate types of play: a shower room for watersports, a medical room for blood play, and another room designed for an escape when you just needed a break from the overwhelming action that was going on.

Off in the corner, Hans could see Sage and Marcy engaged in a tickling session with a random man.

He was tied up, his arms above his head were connected to one of the chains and he had stripped down to nothing.

On the table next to him were various implements that the girls would ogle over as they decided what to tickle him with next.

Hans stood there, watching Sage in her element, releasing all hesitation and just allowing herself to be her.

If only this never had to end. Hans slowly walked toward the area where Sage and Marcy were.

He sat down on a random stool once he was closer, observing their interactions.

Marcy’s hand caressed down the small of Sage’s back as she looked in her direction longingly, but she must have felt someone watching as her eyes began to drift across the room.

Her gaze met up with Hans’ as he gestured with a tilt of his head as if to send a message that everything was fine.

Marcy leaned in closer and whispered something into Sage’s ear, causing her to look over to where Hans sat as she continued to lightly drag a feather across the random man's chest. By now, a crowd had gathered and she passed the feather on to the next person for them to have their fun.

“You’re abandoning your new friend already?” Hans asked coyly.

Sage shrugged, “We found him that way, as long as he’s being tickled by someone he will be fine.”

“Besides,” Marcy chimed in, “that’s not the reason we’re here.”