set of performers dropped from the opening above to the ground, wearing nothing but silver lines of paint, reflecting in the light as they danced around the tables. The clients clapped and smiled as they watched the naked dancers moving amongst them.
The dancers on the bar got into position, appearing through the smoke as the song switched to 50 Cent’s Candy Shop. The girls dropped to their knees, wearing only heels and panties with sparkling nipple rings highlighted by the light display.
I crossed my arms over my chest as men settled in behind the dancers on stage, moving against their bodies. Whips cut through the air, and the girls hissed as each leather strand kissed their flesh. The women on the bar parted their legs, and the crowd turned toward them, engrossed as they played seductively, albeit slowly. A nod of my head had the subs and doms waiting in the hallway, entering, wearing their color-coded outfits.
The lights moved with the dancers, while others remained on the stage, revealing the orgy unfolding as additional entertainment. It was a buffet of debauchery, feeding each high-roller, if you’d call them that, their respective need and kink. Those with stranger appetites were down a level further inside the club. I’d discovered that section during the Awakening, when I’d been rejected and ran through this place to find Lucian.
I lifted my eyes, finding Lucian staring at me instead of the party unfolding. He nodded his head, and I grinned, clasping my lip between my teeth to hide the smile, failing horribly. Then, turning toward the bar, I climbed on top, holding his stare while I accepted the microphone, waiting for the song to pause so I could speak.
When it was silent, other than the sound of the whips meeting flesh, I spoke. “Welcome to the wrong side of heaven, ladies and gentlemen. I’m your host this evening. I do hope everything is to your liking, but if it isn’t, well, we really don’t fucking care. Exits are marked for those who choose to leave or for those wishing to trespass against the Master and Mistress of Chaos. I must warn you; we’re almost hoping you will cause problems because we enjoy punishing people for such nonsense. You were given menus explaining the color-coding of your entertainment, which I see some of you have already tossed into the trash bin. Know this; you cannot select a female or male without knowing which ones will willingly meet your needs and appetite for the evening. I suggest you retrieve the menus, as exactly one hundred were printed. The dancers on the swings are open to anything, but the ones on stage aren’t for you. You may watch, but don’t touch unless personally invited to join them. They’re all collared and spoken for, and their Dom is the only one who can decide otherwise. Enjoy the show, and may you make it out of here alive tonight.” I chuckled wickedly, meeting the eyes of the clients I had purposely placed close to the bar since Lucian had marked them as troublemakers.
Devlin appeared in front of me, offering his hand as I moved down the stairs to stand at the bar. Releasing his hold, I smiled at the look of laughter burning in his gaze. I didn’t care what anyone said; the opening had gone off smashingly.
“Honestly, Lena, I don’t think anybody saw that shit coming,” he laughed. “Lucian is impressed, oh Mistress of Chaos.”
“Good, he should be. I did more for these people than he would have done. They’re enjoying the show.” I looked around as I felt shadows moving about, creating a hum within me.
My attention shifted to the stage, and there, seated on an oversized chair, was Spyder. He wore a white button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing the tattoos covering his forearms down to his knuckles. His piercing, icy-blue eyes were on me, watching me with a predatory hunger that caused my entire body to tighten with need. His hair looked blue instead of black beneath the stage lights, making him appear otherworldly—as if he needed any help in that department. His lips curved into a wolfish smile, as if sensing my body’s reaction to his presence.
Lips brushed against my neck, sending a shiver of need rushing through me. Lucian’s enticing scent smothered the air surrounding me, causing heat to pool in my stomach and between my thighs. The hand he placed on my waist made butterflies erupt into flight,