Yvette Hines - The Club

“I can’t believe I let you drag me here, Kelsey.” Olivia Sanders stared at her best friend in astonishment. Kelsey had hauled her into some wild and crazy things since they were college students, but this topped them all.

“Come on, Liv, live a little.”

That was the cute line Kelsey gave Olivia when she wanted her to do something daring. Something Olivia’s mind told her was most likely the wrong choice. “Feel my heart. It’s beating. I’m alive.”

“I’m going to make you prove it.” Kelsey fingered her short, blonde hair, ensured the strands with the heavy mousse hadn’t lost their wild spike as she stared across the street and looked at The Club.

Olivia assessed the three-storey structure as well, but with apprehension instead of excitement. The red neon lights with French script lettering shone more of a warning than a beacon of desire. There was something about this club.

A sense of being watched, observed, crept up her spine. She looked around but the street was empty. Not even an occasional pedestrian strolled by. In itself, the lack of other people wasn’t unusual, especially since The Club was ten minutes outside the city and five miles past Nowhereville. “I’m not sure this is a good idea.”

“This is a best friend’s job.” Grabbing Olivia’s arm, Kelsey pulled her behind her as she charged across the road to the two bouncers standing in front of the nightclub, one white and the other black.

“What is? Ensuring I die of mortification?” The closer they got to the door, the more her heart raced, and she started to feel a little off-balance.

Glancing back at her, Kelsey giggled. “No. Helping you fulfil your fantasy. Like you helped me with mine. So, get your ass movin’.”

“Going to a play party hosted by friends of ours and watching you get restrained and spanked, I could deal with.” She dug her four-inch heels in, halting their progress in the middle of the street. “But this…”

“It’s your fantasy, Liv,” Kelsey argued.

Too many games of Truth or Dare after several glasses of wine was never wise. From this moment on, she was crossing it off her list of girls’ night activities. Had she really told her best friend she wanted to have a ménage? She groaned. Shaking her head, Olivia said, “Great. I’ve changed my mind, so let’s go.”

“The hell we will.” Kelsey placed her hands on her hips. “Not after I’ve been poked, prodded and tested for every sexual disease known to man just to get approval to get into this pla—”

A midnight-blue Rolls Royce pulled up by the kerb between them and the club, putting an end to her friend’s tirade. A man stepped out of the back. He was tall, with broad shoulders and piercing eyes that settled on Olivia. They seemed to see into her soul. It was as if he stood directly in front of her, but away from her at the same time. His skin was darkly tanned and smooth, his features chiselled. He appeared to be a mix of white and Asian, giving him a mature Oriental surfer look, with his ink-black hair blunt-cut at the collar.

Heat began to swirl in her core. She couldn’t move until he finally turned away and strutted towards the club. She enjoyed watching the way the black leather pants clung to him and the matching long vest swayed and moved with his body.

She wanted him.

“Good evening, Anton,” one of the guards said as he opened the door to let him in.

Returning the greeting, the man disappeared behind the thick, oak double doors.

“Oh, shit. Did you see Mr Sexy Samurai? It’s possible I just came in my panties,” Kelsey moaned as she adjusted her micro-mini skirt.

Yeah, she’d seen him. For the first time that night, Olivia wanted to know what was behind those doors. What awaited her inside this ménage club? “It can’t hurt just to look around, right?”

“Damn straight,” Kelsey agreed. “I’d do you and him if I had to, just to get into this place.”

Olivia allowed the laughter to spill from her mouth. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

“Ladies, can I see your access cards, please?” One of the two mountains at the door held up his hand as they approached, barring their way.

Kelsey dug in her small clutch purse and pulled out a pair of cards. They had got the entrance passes thanks to Kelsey’s fantasy—the Dom who had restrained and spanked her had used his contacts to get them access.

The black guard took the cards and scanned them. Nodding, he said, “You two are good.”

“Enjoy, ladies.” The white man pulled the door open.

“We will,” Kelsey sang out as they entered the club.

The large doors closed behind them with a thud, sealing them inside, where the darkness was broken only by the flickering red-and-white strobes around the dance floor.

As soon as they crossed the threshold, Olivia knew there was more to the club than met the eye—more than the casual gossip outside its walls would suggest. It wasn’t Christina Aguilera’s Not Myself Tonight blasting loudly from the speakers, or the people gyrating on the floor in so many multiple groups she lost track of arms and legs. It was something else. She couldn’t explain it or put it into words. Patrons mingling around the outer perimeter of the large room stared at them, but the feeling of being watched was not what was causing the hair to rise on the back of her neck.

Just being inside this club was turning her on. Her skin felt as if a million fingers were caressing and stroking her. She looked around. No one was near them, but everyone seemed to be watching them, especially the men and women lounging around the bar and tables. As if they were waiting for something.

“Kelsey, how you doin’?” Olivia turned to look at her friend.

“I’m good, but I’ll be even better as soon as I get out there and dance.” Kelsey swung her hips from left to right, following the beat of the song and the moving bodies on the dance floor. Nothing in her friend’s body language showed Kelsey responding to this club any differently than she would to any party. Kelsey took a step in the direction of the dance floor.

Olivia grabbed her arm. “You can’t leave me by myself.”

Facing her, Kelsey said, “Liv, I was just joking when I said I’d do you with that tanned hunk.”

Olivia put her hands on her hip and eyed her friend. “I’m not even going to dignify that with a response.” She glanced over her shoulder, then leaned over to her friend’s ear. “Something’s up with this place. I feel—”

“Good. You’re supposed to ‘feel’. That’s why we’re here, remember?” Kelsey winked at her and shimmied her body from side to side.

Olivia rolled her eyes.

Stopping her movements for a second, Kelsey spoke seriously. “Our cell phones are fully charged.” She tapped the Bluetooth device flashing in her ear. “We’ll meet back in this spot when the club closes. If you need me before that, call me. I’ll tear this place down to find you.”

Now, that was the Kelsey she knew, street chick to the core. That’s why Olivia would never have allowed anyone else to know her deepest fantasy and accompany her to fulfil it. Olivia might have mastered kick boxing, but for a white girl, Kelsey knew down-and-dirty, kick-off-the-heels-and-remove-your-earrings style fighting.

Smiling broadly, Olivia nodded. “Got it.”

“Good.” Blowing her a kiss, Kelsey headed to the dance floor and was quickly swallowed up in the masses.

Trae watched the medium-height black woman talking to her friend at the door. She and the white girl were matched in height and similar in dress with their mini-skirts, one with a midriff-revealing top and the other wearing a sheer shirt that displayed the red bra beneath it. The bra matched the bold colour of the red shoes they both wore. The similarities ended there. The black woman’s skin was as dark as obsidian and she wore her straight, ebony hair clipped high on her head, so that it made a sort of rooster-tail down to her shoulders. The style bared the long column of her throat. He wondered if she knew what type of signal she was sending out to some of the inhabitants of the room. He allowed himself a cocky smile. Probably not .