Black Widow (4 page)

I’
m just putting the finishing touches on the place when my phone rings and I see it’s Becca calling.

“Hey,” I answer.

“Hello there. How’s the place coming?”

“Almost finished. Just hung the last of the sconces and am about to clean everything up. How’s your day going?”

“Great, actually. Remember the girl I told you about that I think has potential for becoming a member? Well, she came to see me today. You should see the makeover I gave her. I’m a genius if I don’t say so myself.”

I lean over and start putting away my tools. “I’m sure you did great but remember, I don’t want to know what she looks like. All I care about is if she’s going to join.”

“No, I haven’t put everything out there yet. I’m taking her out tonight. She needs to break through her shell first. I know there’s a crazy sex kitten deep inside though. I just feel it.”

An introvert? I raise my hand and rub my forehead. I know many of the members will enjoy the variety, but while many find the shy types sexy as hell, I can’t help but be wary. I know what kind of darkness could lie on the other side. Shit, I’m the one living it. I don’t want to be friends. I don’t want to hang out. I’m here to get my release then go on with my life.

“Ok, well, when she’s ready to join let me know.”

“Sure. I’d invite you to go with us tonight but that whole no personal contact, names, or faces thing kind of gets in the way of you just hanging out with us. But hey, those are your rules, not mine.”

Her zealous tone reminds me why I’m moving forward with this. People don’t understand why I don’t want any personal connection. This is the world I’ve been craving. It’s been almost a year since Kim died, and for the first time I’m finally feeling like me again. Well, a soulless version of me.

I don’t want to date anyone. My wife was my everything and even though I wanted to explore a more sexual lifestyle, I still wanted to be with her. I made a vow to her and I don’t plan on breaking it. I know that doesn’t make sense, especially since I want to fuck other people, but I don’t want to give my heart to anyone else. To me, that’s a big difference.

“Damn right those are the rules. Makes it more fun not knowing doesn’t it?” I lie, making her think it’s more for fun than why I’m really doing it.

“Fine…” Knowing Becca, she’s rolling her eyes like a junior high schooler, skirt, knee socks and all. “Yes it does. I just have to give you shit sometimes. You know I’m already on board.”

“Ok, well have fun tonight and keep me posted.”

“Will do. See ya.”

After hanging up the phone, I look around the warehouse behind my newest show room. It used to sit empty but I talked the landlord into leasing it to me for super cheap, told him I needed the extra storage.

There’s only a small side door down a back alley as the entrance so no one would ever want to rent it but for every reason they didn’t want it, is the exact reason I did.

It’s secluded.

My employees who run the showroom floor for our custom built homes and restoration projects will never know it’s back here, and any new members of our private club would never put the two businesses being owned by the same people.

It’s perfect.

Becca is one of the very few people who know I’m behind the entire place. Everything is a secret and that’s the main point.

People who just want to live loosely, find their release, indulge in whatever kink they’re into, but in a safe environment, will come here, but with one rule: No identities. Everyone will wear masks to cover their faces and all names will be fictional.

I want to provide a fun, safe place so anyone interested in coming here has to become a member and sign a code of conduct along with submitting fingerprints, background checks and most importantly, STD tests. So yes, it’s not 100% anonymous but very close to it.

To get it started, I went to a few clubs wearing my mask and hand picked a few people, Becca being one of them. She was so interested in helping me that I added her on as my partner, well kind of. Though she’s not legally responsible, like I am.

So far things are going well and we have thirty members.

We’ll only be open Thursday, Friday and Saturday nights with each night focusing on a different kind of kink. There are tons of sex clubs and BDSM clubs around but not one place that caters to everyone. I’m hoping this will be the place to bridge that gap.

Since I’m a contractor by trade, I’ve created the best, most cohesive space that will work for all nights, with moveable walls to create the space and mood for that particular night.

Thursday nights will be for our couples who are looking to swing or welcome new people into their lives. I’ve created a cocktail area in the middle of the place with closed off rooms along the edges for people to have fun but in a more private setting. In front of these rooms will be couches for people who like to watch as other people fuck. We will offer a full bar with a two drink limit.

Friday night will be a complete BDSM club with spanking benches, crosses and every whip, cane or flogger anyone could ever want. The walls are removed so the place is one big open room. There will be certain sections set up with couches in front for people to enjoy the scenes. On Fridays the bar will be closed to ensure that everyone is in their right state of mind.

Saturday will be a mixture of both. The room will go back to the center cocktail area with the same two-limit rule on cocktails. Whatever kink the members want is accepted but only light BDSM play will be allowed.

And there you have it, hopefully something for everyone.

I just hope it’s what
I
need.

I’ve been lost since Kim took her life and no matter what I did to ignore it, I still had these needs that I couldn’t fight anymore. Forget ever wanting a relationship with another woman. I’ve already had my forever.

I tried going to other clubs just for my release but once I laid eyes on the woman I was having sex with, it would feel like my heart was being ripped out. As one desire was being met, another was tearing me apart inside and the loss of Kim became even stronger in my heart, making me leave the club in a bigger bundle of nerves than when I arrived.

My life was turning into a slow, downward spiral, hell. This place is my last hope. I need to move on, or at least move on with the part of my life that I can actually change.

After I finish cleaning up, I walk into Rickhouse located on Kearny Street downtown. It’s the only bar I’ll go to and as I enter, I scan the room to make sure no one I know is here. Like I said, I don’t want to hang out or be friends with anyone. I just want a drink.

Becca catches my eye sitting across the room and frustration seeps through my veins. I can see that she’s sitting with someone but thankfully my view is blocked to see who, so I quickly turn to walk out.

I don’t want to see this woman she’s trying to bring into my club. Figures, that she would bring her here. I swear sometimes she just likes messing with me for fun. If she knew exactly why I didn’t want to see this, or any woman I’m going to be fucking, she would understand but I don’t share my past with anyone.

That’s why it’s called the past. It’s over. Not a damn thing you can do about it but try to forget.

Just as I get to the door a buddy of mine walks in, obviously celebrating something.

“Hey, Preston! My man. So glad you’re here,” he reaches up, giving me a high five.

“Kevin, sorry, I was actually just heading out.”

I met Kevin at another club and we got to talking about the house he just bought and him needing a contractor. I never thought a sex club would bring me business but I’m happy to say we just finished his job and it’s an amazing new place for him to start his new life. Alone. If only he knew exactly what that actually means.

He seemed like a cool guy so I invited him to be a member of my club, making him and Becca the only two members who know my real identity.

“No way, shots are on me tonight! I just got word that my divorce is finally final and I’m ready to get fucked up and go to my
new
home with a pretty little thing so I can pretend that part of my life never happened.”

“Well, congrats, I think, but sorry, I’ve got to go.”

“Oh no, did you hear me? The bitch is finally out of my life, for good.” He puts his arm around my neck, dragging me back to the bar. “We’re getting fucked up tonight and you’re the perfect wing man.”

I don’t bother fighting this losing battle as he walks me toward the bar that stands like a big square in the middle of the room. He walks to an open area with two seats and that’s when I see her, only from the side but that’s already too much.

I’m trying to listen to my friend go on and on about his divorce and how much he hated his ex-wife but my line of vision is straight on them and my eyes keep drifting to her, no matter how hard I try not to.

Becca wasn’t lying. She really did work her magic. I have no clue what this woman looked like before but I know now that she is absolutely gorgeous.

She seems to be having a good time with Becca. Her shoulders are relaxed, she doesn’t appear to have any nervous telltale signs and she’s laughing at everything her and Becca are discussing.

An hour in and six shots later, I’m in a playful mood and my worries of seeing or meeting her seems to melt away. A light and free feeling fills my body for the first time in awhile. Maybe that’s all I needed… a lot of alcohol to calm my nerves and forget my troubles.

I feel like fucking with Becca so I walk over, pretending I don’t know her.

“Hello ladies. How are we doing tonight?” I say in a flirtatious, drunk tone.

Becca looks up to say something but I wink at her while reaching out my hand saying, “I’m Preston, and you are?”

She smirks, catching on to my game, “Well, hello to you. I’m Becca and this is my friend Kamii.”

I turn to face her more and I stop in my tracks when she looks up from her drink and gives me a shy smile. I knew she was pretty but those eyes about do me in.

Oh, this is a bad idea. What the hell am I doing?

Instantly, I sober up and remember why I’m having the mask rule. Her eyes, they pierce right into my soul and I feel my cock twitch in response. I’m staring at her like an idiot when she finally says hello, reaching out her hand to shake mine.

W
ow. This guy is hot! He’s tall with broad shoulders and a dark complexion. There’s light stubble on his face making his beard sexy and not overdone on his defined jaw line. His black dress shirt is folded and rolled up at the arms and his dark jeans make his outfit sexy and not like he just left the office.

I’m reaching out my hand but he has yet to grab it, instead piercing, clear blue eyes are fixed on me like they’re trying to read my soul. His look is sultry, demanding yet comforting.

I’m reminded of every book I’ve read about male dominates and I can only imagine the stare they talk about is the same one I’m getting right now.

I feel my panties moisten instantly from the thought as my skin flushes and my spine tingles. When he finally grabs my hand I want to melt, right here into a bed of wet hot sex.

Holy schmoly!

“Hi,” he says as he grabs my hand, not shaking it but lightly rubbing his thumb over my heated flesh before he lets go, closing his fist and slowly exhaling.