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    “Thanks.”
     
    “I take it that you’re new to this sort of thing.” Or at least that’s what I think she said. The bass at that exact moment made it impossible for me to hear her clearly.
     
    “Um, yeah.” I muttered, unsure what else to say. “Well…new to here not...” I motioned to the both of us, trying to convey my attraction towards other girls. I looked like a nervous idiot. Lucy shot me a cheeky smile, ignoring my obvious lack of communication skills.
     
    “Would you like a tour?”
     
    “Sure.” I didn’t really need a tour of a night club, but she was hot and I would have gone anywhere with her.
     
    She led me past the dance floor and to a stairway guarded by two bouncers. V.I.P. area, my kind of place. I had never actually been in a real V.I.P. area but anything to get away from the crowds.
     
    Upstairs was a long hallway with a number of black doors on either side. From the door closest to us, I heard the faint sound of bass vibrating. Maybe not just V.I.P. rooms, but some sort of themed V.I.P. rooms?
     
    I imagined that this was where the celebrities hung out. I pictured one room with drum and bass, another house music and down the line.
     
    “Are you ready?” She turned around and asked with a smirk.
     
    “Sure,” I said with a smile.
     
    She opened the door for me and it took my eyes a minute to adjust to the new atmosphere. My mouth dropped. It may have been a V.I.P. room, but not at all like I had expected. Loud beats of electronic music filled the room, but I wouldn’t say that this was some sort of music themed room. No, this had a different theme.
     
    Around a small black stage, were several rows of plush black leather coaches and chairs. Every seat taken by men and women in various states of dress. It was hard to see through the foggy darkness, but it was safe to say no one was keeping their hands to themselves. Where was I? How was this allowed?
     
    I was suddenly hit with vertigo when I looked down. The entire floor was made of thick glass and I could see straight down onto the dance floor.
     
    Luckily the club’s lights were just underneath the glass and they were too bright for anybody to see up into the room. Those people down there probably had no idea what was going on just over their heads. I know I didn’t when I was down there just two minutes ago.
     
    The stage was lit with dim red lights. There was something that looked kind of like a bench in a weight room, black painted metal frame and red cushions. However, what stood out on this metal bench was the almost naked blonde woman bent over it, her bare ass sticking up into the air.
     
    She was kneeling and bent over, naked except for a black leather bra and matching thong. It wasn’t until we navigated around a few couches and got closer that I realized it was Becky. A masked man stood behind her holding a large wooden paddle. She was locked to the bench at her ankles and wrists, leather straps and chains wrapped tightly up her forearms and calves. I watched in a twisted fascination as she struggled against the restraints.
     
    My heart pounded, practically out of my chest. I wanted to run away. Yet Becky had a huge grin on her face. She flicked her blonde hair to the side as she looked over her shoulder at the man standing behind her, practically egging him on for another hit.
     
    I’d heard of places like this, but of course had never been to one. Never even thought about going to a club like this. I had thought about what it would be like to be in her position before, but never considered it an actual fantasy of mine.
     
    I never thought I would stumble across one of these places in such a popular establishment. I figured this was the kind of rare situation you would only find in some dark sex dungeon in someone’s basement or something. Was this sort of thing common? I had no clue.
     
    Lucy came closer to me and whispered in my ear from behind, “What do you think?”
     
    What do I