Page 30 of Unspoken Lies

CHAPTER 8

ELIJAH

I’m the ‘Below’ owner on duty tonight, watching the different BDSM demonstrations, and making sure the staff is handling the crowd well.

The downstairs area is huge, despite the number of private rooms, and those who are here to play in the general areas have special bracelets. Well, technically everyone has a bracelet that indicates what they want.

There are extra private rooms for those who meet tonight that decide they want to play. I’m enjoying people watching, my eyes moving over the two people who are currently working with rope, to someone who is being publicly humiliated in a consensual manner.

We’ve had to jump through a lot of hoops to make tonight possible, but standing here, I can say that it’s all worth it. Tonight alone is making Theo, Jared, and I a lot of money.

Everyone also appears to be enjoying themselves as well.

We have two managers at the two different clubs, and Nina is watching for any issues down here. There is no alcohol allowed in this area, nor drugs. Everyone is expected to have clear heads.

Outfit changes are encouraged once clients step through the dungeon’s door, and most are walking around in lingerie or leather. There are several different exits for when people are done with their night, but they have to be completely clothed when they exit.

The rules are in place to keep everyone safe, and the neighborhood unaware of us.

“Boss,” Nina says, nonchalantly speaking to me.

“What’s up?” I ask, glancing at her.

“The other bosses need you. They’re coming down with a special guest they said,” she says, shrugging when my brow furrows. “That’s all that was said to me.”

My ear comm is hanging down on my shoulder because I dislike having it in. The guys know it’s a sensory thing, which is also why I’m downstairs. It’s not as loud, and I get to stand in the shadows. It’s where I’m most comfortable, even if I’m trying to step out of that role.

“I’ll be right there,” I murmur.

Moving inconspicuously, I see Jared and Theo moving away from the stairs with a dark haired woman. Goosebumps begin to rise on my skin, but I try to remind myself that she’s taller than Rachelle. This can’t possibly be her.

“Liliana, if you don’t get your goddamned hair out of your face, I’m going to shave your fucking head,” Theo growls so only we can hear.

I pale because that’s really not funny.

“What is this?” I rasp, confused. “Why is she here?”

“It’s nice to see that you’re not roadkill,” she purrs, pushing the smooth curtain of her hair away from her face. “I guess acucarachalike you is used to living forever.”

“I’m not a cockroach,” I protest. “Was that you who almost ran me over outside of here months ago?”

“I didn’t even know it was you until one of them said something,” she says. “Is this a sex club?”

Her eyes grow wider as she looks around me and I smirk.

“Yeah, I’ll give you a tour if you promise to be a good girl,” I tease her.

“There’s nothing good about me,” she scoffs. “Show me anyway.”

Rolling my eyes, I turn around to give her a tour quietly. I show Lili the bondage wall where someone is trapped by his arms, legs, and head, while a beautiful woman in black and red leather whips him. She pays special attention to his ass and balls, his cock straining not to come.

“Don’t let a single drop go without permission,” she growls, making me smile.

“I don’t know where to look first,” Lili breathes, her head on a swivel to take everything in. “When I was looking at videos for this place, I only saw things for the speakeasy.”

“The sex club part I mainly advertise on fetish and kink lifestyle sites,” I explain. “There’s also a special section of our website that will take you to information about it if you click on it.”

“You’re the man behind the videos,” she muses as we move slowly through the dungeon.