Trust Us

Brianna stood outside her private club the music drifting outside as she welcomed the guests and directed them to one of the greeters in the lobby. There they would pay, fill out membership forms, and sign releases and agreement to follow the rules. Those not dressed ready to play were directed to the locker rooms off to the left.
Dressed the way she was made Bri feel vulnerable, Callie had Megan design an outfit for the opening; a black tank top and skirt covered in sequins that was cute, but just a little too skimpy for Bri’s taste. The curve of the tank was very low with a built in push up bra, which barely covered her areolas. The skirt fell mid-thigh and a little tight to show off the curves of her butt. Callie also bought a black lace thong and black three-inch stilettos that completed the outfit.
Bri had refused at first, but Callie made her feel guilty, as if she hurt her feelings. “Come on Bri,” she said. “Just pretend you’re going to a dance club.”
“If I was going dancing in this outfit I would be arrested for indecency!” Bri replied emphatically. Nevertheless, Callie kept insisting, and she finally gave in.
By nine, the club was full. Just about the whole town had showed up, and the friends invited by Callie and the staff. Bri felt a little relived the club might actually be a success. However, she refused to count her chicks before they hatched, remembering the adage Aunt Marge always said.
Bri wanted to make sure everything was all right inside, without actually going inside. She wasn’t ready to do that yet, and really didn’t know if she would ever have that much courage. Walking around the side of the club, she unlocked the back door to the office. Inside the office, she made her way to the small room disguised like a walk-in closet connecting to the office. The room was wall-to-wall monitors, just about every inch of the club and grounds were visible in this room. Wow, she thought! She had not seen the system Clay had set up. This was impressive.
Looking from monitor to monitor, all the stations filled, she could see the scenes being played out. As she studied the subs on the screens, most of them looked like they were enjoying themselves. Watching their faces, she noticed that quite a lot of them were climaxing.
In public, whoa.
Yeah, she could see the Doms thrusting in them. Some of the subs look like they were lost in a sort of blissful euphoria.
What would that feel like?
Blade’s eyes scanned the main area of the club. Checking the positions of the Dungeon Monitors satisfied that everyone was doing their job, he wandered to the other areas of the club. Stepping on the bottom tread of the stairs his pocket started to vibrate. Taking his cell out of his leathers and tapping the screen, a red dot appeared flashing on the map, alerting him the location of the breach.
Damn! Everything was going great. Now someone had to go and fuck it up.
Pushing the button on his ear bud, he said quietly, “Clay, meet me outside the office.”
“What’s up?” his brother answered immediately.
“A breach!” was all Blade said.
“Ah fuck!” Clay cursed. “On my way.” Clay was pissed. He had assured Bri there would be no problems. Now some asshole had to go and fuck that up.
Clay reached the office before Blade, hoping Blade didn’t take too long to make through the crowd. The longer he had to wait, the more the intruder better be praying! Blade showed up a minute later.
“Where at? How many?” Clay asked.
“Control room, one.” Blade said, glancing at the screen on his cell again.
“How the fuck did anyone get in there?” Clay wondered aloud.
Shrugging, Blade said, “Let’s find out.”
Clay punched the number sequence unlocking the door, and he and Blade entered and closed the door quietly behind them. A sliver of light shown from the control room jarred door as they crept towards the opening. Smiling when they saw her staring the monitors. Clay gave the hand signal for Blade to take the left side while he went to the right. Making their way to her, they put each a hand on her shoulders at the same time. Startled she swung around with her fist balled, and would have landed squarely on Clay’s jaw if he hadn’t caught her hand in his.
“Easy darling, it’s just me.” Clay said.
“And me,” Blade added.
Bri turned to face them, her breathing slowly returning to normal. “Why are you sneaking up on me?” She demanded.
Holding up his cell to show her the screen which alerted him, Blade informed her, “Darlin’, you’re the one who tripped the alarm.”
“Wow, you guys really take security seriously.” Bri said, impressed.
“Occupational hazard, we own a security company, remember.” Clay replied a little irritated at her doubt. “Why are you in here?”
“Uh, I just wanted to check things out,” she said sheepishly.
Chuckling Blade asked, “See anything you like to try?”
“Why didn’t you just go in the club and take a look?” Clay’s eyes narrowed, “We could have come in all gung ho, and you could have been hurt.”
“I was just making sure everything was going okay. Just doing my job.” She murmured, chastened.
Clay softened, and he smiled, “Darlin, you shouldn’t be hiding. You look too pretty to be in here all by yourself. Blade doesn’t she look pretty?”
Blade moved behind her pressing himself against her, his hands slowly traveled from her shoulder to her ass and circled each cheek then gave a light squeeze. “Pretty enough to eat,” his southern drawl more apparent.
Clay’s fingers touched her cheek, skimmed down her neck to her collarbone. Then, ever so slowly, they brushed just under the curve of her top slowing over each areola all the way to the opposite collarbone. “To suckle.” His lips whispered in her ear, then moved to brush her lips as he moved closer, his erection pressing into her stomach.
Blade’s lips brushed gently against her neck.
Bri tensed at their attentions; she couldn’t allow this; and she was their boss. She struggled with her senses while her body wanted to respond. No, her body was responding, her nipples pebbled, and her thong was dampening. Angry with her body for reacting this way, she pulled away. This was not her! How could she feel this way from barely a touch? She had to escape back to the safety of her house!
“Maybe the both of you should go back into the club; all those half naked women had an effect on you.” She stammered, trying to persuade them it wasn’t her that they wanted.
Shaking his head, Clay wondered if his words would be convincing. “Bri, we are not some teenagers that have no control. Our dicks are hard because of you.”
Nodding in agreement, Blade added, “Only you.”
“I have to go,” her voice cracked.
“Darlin, what’s your hurry?” Blade wanted to know.
“I…I’m tried.” She retorted.
“Don’t think so, darlin’. I think you’re scared to let yourself feel, to lose control and get lost in the pleasure.” Whispering against her neck Blade prodded.
“This is wrong, and I have to leave.” Her hands clenched.
“What’s wrong, darlin’? Is it wrong that your body responds to a man’s touch? Or that it responds to Blade and I touching you at the same time?” Clay’s voice rasping as he asked. Then, trailed his lips along her jaw and briefly brushed her against her lips again.
Bri stepped to the side to move towards the door when Blade grabbed her arm. “Not all men are assholes, Darlin’. Don’t lump us all together.”
Moving a step closer, Clay looked in her eyes and said softly. “Some of us know how to cherish a woman.”
She didn’t reply as she hurried out the way she came.