(Arata)
The cab halted outside the club. I had searched earlier and it was an elite club embracing different kinks. People came here to be themselves, relax, acknowledge diverse preferences, drink, and have lap dances, both males and females.
The club didn’t discriminate, there was something for everyone. It also provided private rooms for its members to fulfil their fantasies. BDSM was a huge part of the club, and they prided themselves on providing both doms and subs for the members. Every kink was acknowledged and acclaimed there with open arms.
I wrapped my long coat around me snugly and adjusted the scarf I had donned before exiting the cab. Paying the cabbie, I moved out and headed towards the black door of the club. The red paint, similar to the shade of blood, had been used to paint "Velvet Haven Club".
Two burly bodyguards were flanking the door, checking IDs before letting people in. Checking my watch I observed it was 7:50 pm. Confidently I walked up to one of the guards. He had spiky blue hair and his monstrous arms could crush a watermelon between them.
"ID please," he said in a robotic tone. I extracted my ID from my clutch and extended it towards him. His sharp gaze scanned the ID and then seemed to cut through me. I tried to remain unperturbed, trying not to panic for my heart was picking up the beats.
He returned the ID to me and said in a gruff voice.
"Welcome to Velvet Haven Club." He let the temporary barrier down so I could pass and enter.
A strikingly handsome man with sandy blonde hair and a black garter belt over his clinging white shirt opened the door for me. There was a hint of finesse in his tall and lean stature.
"Ma’am! This way, please."
I quietly followed him.
The scent of whisky, exotic perfumes and fine leather welcomed me. A calm ambience with slow music and dark lights made up the interior of the club. Red and black leather sofas littered the main area where men and women donning expensive clothes rested and sipped on their drinks while two pole dancers entertained them. This was the main area which had access for everyone but for other services, one had to avail the membership.
"May I know which services you are seeking? Or would you just like a drink and watch the dances?" He turned and asked me with a pleasant smile. His voice throaty and eyes shimmering under the red lights.
"I have a booking, Executive Room Blue." Something changed in his demeanour at my words as if a realisation had hit him like a blast.
"My apologies, if you would follow me." I nodded and kept the coat around me like a lifeline. The closer I got to meeting him, the mist of anxiousness surrounded me. My palms became beady as we passed through a corridor and the man pointed towards a closed lacquered door. Pink velvet seemed to be clinging to every inch of it.
"You can take off your overcoat there and prepare yourself," he offered reverently.
That was a good idea, I would be able to calm my nerves before entering his den. Opening the door, I entered the pink room. It was like a powder room for ladies with large mirrors and sections to hang coats, scarves, caps and other garments behind glass cases with a modern punch-in code system.
I removed my overcoat and scarf and opened one of the glass cases. Hanging them inside on a silver hanger. Closing the light glass door I punched in a four-letter code. Only I could access my stuff; once it was removed, the system would forget my code and accept the new one from the next person using it.
Our world was advancing fast, changing with every passing minute, and becoming more digitalised. Sometimes, the tech scared me; the AI had become so advanced that it had surpassed humans on so many levels.
Thwarting these thoughts, I finally moved towards the long mirror and adjusted my hair, ensuring it had been smothered down and wasn’t tangled.
Reaching inside my clutch I extracted my lipstick and redid it. Then I grabbed the satin mask and placed it around my eyes, fastening the soft ribbon behind my ears.
I clutched the hems of my bodycon dress and took a small twirl. It sat so snuggly against my body.
A little voice nagged in my subconscious that he might be turned off because of my body. Men mostly preferred skinny girls. Andy’s words had shattered some of my confidence.
’Screw him and screw any man who thinks along the same lines,’ I reassured myself. Taking one last peek at my body, I injected myself with a boost of confidence and strode towards the door.
The blonde man was still waiting for me with his professional smile.
"Ma’am! Are you ready?"
I gave him a gentle nod. He marched forward, and I followed. Nervousness had now settled into every bone I possessed, and my head felt dizzy.
Maybe this was not such a good idea.
What was I even going to say to him?
I wasn’t even a long-time fan and had only started following him about a week ago.
’It’s too late to get cold feet,’ I chided myself.
After passing through another corridor which had padded walls as if they had been constructed from dark velvet, we arrived at a majestic door. As if picked straight out of some fairytale the powdery blue door possessed an old aesthetic. With wood carvings so deep and embedded to perfection in it. A single blue rose rested in the centre of the door.
"Ma’am! This is your room, you may proceed." The man stood aside and took a small bow.
"Thank you!" I offered as he walked away.
Collecting my thoughts, wits, and courage, I straightened my back and upped my neck.
’Let’s do this, Arata.’
Placing both my hands on the blue rose, I pushed the door open and entered his domain.