1462 South Broadway: An Erotic Romance (Jessie Hayes) by KC Decker

Author:KC Decker [Decker, KC]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2016-10-25T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fifteen

Ball

I stand at the huge iron door on the alley side of the building. My breaths are quick and succinct due to the corset’s primal death grip. I’m nervous to slide the card and go in, and my shallow breathing makes it near impossible to calm my nerves.

It’s already well after eight o’clock, but still, I stand here paralyzed. On the ride over, I could barely contain myself I was so excited to see Silas. But now, now all I have to do is slide the card…and walk in. That’s it. Slide the card…take a step. So, with shaking hands, I force myself to do it.

I step into a short hallway as the door closes behind me. Inside the music is thumping, enveloping me like a heavy, wet cloak. The atmosphere is dim but crackles with energy that snaps and sparks at will. The music is haunting. It’s almost like slow, forlorn, techno music. It causes the entire club to pulse with the noise of a thunderous, despairing heartbeat.

I cautiously step deeper into the entryway and am met at once by a huge man. He is dressed in all black with a monocle clamped to his shiny bald head. His teeth are chipped, so he gives the impression by his look as well as his demeanor, that he eats glass for breakfast. He steps in front of me in a challenging manner, crossing his arms across his barrel chest and eying me up and down.

To my utter surprise, he reaches out his hand and grabs my throat. His thumb and fingers are digging into the sides of my neck, but he’s not actually restricting my already labored breathing.

“No collar, I see,” he glowers, as he tips his beady head forward in an intimidating fashion. I hold my ground, glaring at him with hotly growing anger. Absolutely no one is allowed to touch anyone, in any manner here without prior consent. Yet here he is, with his hand on my throat.

“Get your fucking hand off of me! I’m not even five steps in the club yet, you stupid oaf!”

He drops his hand, “I beg your pardon, perhaps I’ll see you later.” He says this menacingly slow, through a clenched jaw and eyes gouging me with contempt. Fucking asshole.

Seeking the safety of the crowd, I make my way down the hallway that stands as the threshold of the club. As I round the corner, 1462 opens into a massive room of revelers. I smile, recalling Devin and Corey telling me it’s just a big, uninhibited costume party that people get VERY into.

As I look around, so many things catch my attention. First and foremost are the aerial performers, they have long, silken, scarf-like devices hanging from the hulking wooden beams of the ceiling two floors up. There are eight performers that are divided amongst the room.

Each of the aerial artists are wearing gold jeweled thongs, the men have bare chests, the women, shimmering pasties. The one piece unifying all the performers is a black strap around their heads and the vivid red ball gags in their mouths.

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