“See why we want a new building?” Rex stated, as he got out of his car and buttoned up his suit jacket. He walked around to my side, as he handed the keys to a valet, who had popped out of nowhere. Rex opened my door and held out his hand for me. Reluctantly, I took it in mine and let him lead me inside.

“How do the members get inside the building? Do they walk through this door? It doesn’t look very nice.”

“No, there’s a back entrance they use. We wouldn’t ask the members to walk through the front. We try to keep things as discreet as possible.”

“So, why don’t you have the girls walk in the back as well?”

“Because, they are employees; they’re not allowed to intermingle with the members unless granted permission. The building really is too small for the operation we’re trying to run.”

“I can see that,” I replied, as I walked through the front door with Rex. The hallway to the front was dingy with torn black walls and filthy floors; it really surprised me how disgusting the place was, especially since Rex and Leo were running it. Not that I had met Leo, but if he was anything like Jett, he would require things to look immaculate at all times. Right now, their club, Masquerade, looked more like a crack whore’s den rather than a club for the elite of New Orleans.

“As you can see, the front entrance needs a little work, but we’re trying to avoid making any more improvements, since we’re trying to grant the club a new location. The interior is much more presentable, I promise.”

At the end of the hallway, we came to a dark door that looked like it was almost metal. To the side was a scanning mechanism that threw my whole life off. Were we entering some kind of secret underground storage space for the FBI where they kept the aliens and Elvis Presley?

With precision, Rex entered a code into the keypad, which lifted the door of the scanner thing and he bent forward to have his eyes scanned.

He could not be serious. For a club? Get real, buddy.

“We have the most advanced security system money can buy. We don’t let just anyone in here.”

“I can see that,” I said, as I waited for the door to pop open.

“We’ll get your information keyed into the system later today.”

“Good morning, Mr. Titan. Do you have a guest with you?” A robot lady said over a loudspeaker in the hallway. Earth to Rex, there’s something called volume control.

Talk about peeing my pants.

“Who the fuck was that?” I asked, as I slowly crouched, looking around for a machete woman to pop out of the corner and start whacking away.

“That’s the system. It records everyone who enters and leaves and who they brought with them. The system can tell if you have a visitor or not. We keep a log of who is coming and going at all times.”

Paranoid much?

“Saki, I have one guest with me, Goldie, our newest member.”

Saki? Sounds awfully close to Suri. Did Rex rip everything off? Fucking weirdo.

“Very well, sir.”

The door clicked open, and with curiosity, I walked closely behind Rex, peeking over his shoulder and taking in Masquerade.

Surprisingly, there was no greeting space in the club. Instead, it opened up to a room that looked very much like the Toulouse Room, but instead of purple gracing the walls, they were covered in black and trimmed in gold. The gold paint was miraculous. It shined against the black and glittered in the light. I had never seen anything like it. There was a main stage in the middle of the room, with leather chairs circling around it, and above the stage were gold chains hanging from the ceiling, making the center of the room look almost sinister. I wondered what the hell they planned on doing with all of those chains…only time would tell.

Continually absorbing everything around me, I noticed around the room were little doors that must have led to the playrooms Rex talked about. I was most interested in seeing one of those rooms, to see if they were like the rooms Diego had set up, or if they were darker, less sexy.

A long bar rested against the back wall, holding only top notch liquor; I wouldn’t expect anything less. Bar stools also sat in front of the black marbled bar, offering a heightened view of the main stage.

The feel of the room was dark, perverse, and almost dangerous.

“Welcome to Masquerade, Kitten. What do you think?” Rex said, while opening his arms and showing off his pride and joy.

“The gold is divine,” I answered honestly, as I ran my hand up one of the moldings.

“Gold is the equivalent to power in New Orleans.”

Thanks to Jett, I already knew that.

“How does the club work?” I asked, eyeing the stage.

“Come with me,” he led me to one of the chairs and pressed a button on the armrest.

A door to the right opened and two women immediately walked out into the room, completely naked. Hello nipples! They kept their heads hung low and walked hand in hand up to the stage. They were both brunettes, roughly the same size in every aspect. They were bare of all hair and had boob jobs for sure, because there was no way their boobs were that perky naturally.

I watched as they ascended the stairs of the stage and started grabbing the chains from the ceiling. The chains clanged together as they moved them and adjusted their heights.

“Every girl submits to the males in the club, they are not to look us in the eyes and they are to always stay silent.”

“Interesting,” I replied, not really knowing what to say to such a thing. Honestly, I would rather eat his dick than alter who I was to be one of Rex’s fem-bots. “What are they doing?”

“They’re preparing the main attraction.”

AKA, what I would be doing once Rex got his way.

With morbid curiosity, I sat at the edge of my seat and watched as one of the brunettes stood in the middle of the stage and allowed the other brunette to attach chains to her wrists and ankles. Once she was secure, the brunette who wasn’t chained stepped away and went back to where she came from.

So the girl just stood there naked, strapped to chains? That didn’t seem like that big of a deal.

Before I could ask another question, Rex stood up and took off his jacket. He rolled up his sleeves and stepped up on stage. Things were about to get awkward.

He looked the girl in the eyes and said, “Do I have permission to touch you?”

At least he had the decency to ask. I would have thought, after the way it seemed like he treated these girls, he wouldn’t even care to ask if he could stick his finger in their cooche.

This girl nodded, and in fascination, I watched as Rex ran his hands up and down the girl’s body, making her writhe under his touch. Her nipples were erect and her eyes were shut. So, it was like Diego’s club; she practically orgasmed on stage. Was that so bad?

Rex bent down and opened a panel that was on the floor. He dug around for a second and then grabbed a flogger. He ran it through his fingers right before he struck the girl on the back of the thighs. The pain coming off of her face was almost unbearable to watch.

“What the hell are you doing?” I asked, as I stood and got up on stage to stop Rex.

“Goldie, please step down. Only one member is allowed on stage at a time.”

“One member? You mean more than one person comes up here?”

“Yes, the members take turns coming up on stage and practice dominating our girls. We have demonstrators come in to show the technique of flogging a woman, and when they’re ready, they are allowed to come up here and do what they want to the woman.”

“And how does she feel about that?” I asked, as I lifted the girl’s chin so she would look me in the eyes.

“She’s paid, right sweetheart?”

“Yes, sir,” she said weakly.

I wanted to scream at the girl and tell her how messed up this was. Everything about this club went against every moral in my body. I was okay with stripping and giving lap dances, I wasn’t a damn moral compass, but having no say in what happened to you by multiple men? Oh, fuck no.