Chapter 11

Angelique is doingmy hair again, this time with more curls and some hair tendrils pinned with diamond studded clips on them. The way my hair reflects under the light of the employee lounge is almost blinding.

“Even though your dress is black,” Angelique starts, “you look like a damn angel with this hair and that makeup.”

“Really?” I fidget my hands on my lap as she continues to finish my hair. She’s concentrated on curling one piece while I stare at her in the mirror.

“Mhm,” she nods, letting the curled piece fall over my shoulder. “Whoever you choose to do Game Night with will drool. He’ll be a truly lucky member tonight.”

“You’re just saying that,” I say hesitantly.

She shakes her head. “Not at all.” She makes eye contact in the mirror. “I’m serious, Rosalía. Like a literal angel that has fallen.”

“Isn’t that a bad thing? Like they’ve been cast out from heaven and fallen to Earth?”

“The point is that he’s going to devour you. In more ways than one, I hope.” She giggles.

“Maybe. If he has the right charms to choose from. I’m not planning to go into the Magnolia rooms anytime soon.”

She smiles before finishing the last strand and then using hairspray all over. I cough a little from the mist before she pats my shoulders.

“All done! Now go get him and tell us all about it next shift.”

I turn and hug her, making sure not to ruin the hair she just made. I look in the mirror one last time to see how long my hair has gotten. The dark strands almost touch my butt when I turn around. The black silk dress barely passes my ass, and the red garter seems to glitter even more than the other ones I’ve worn in the past.

It makes me feel confident and sexy.

I make sure to check my makeup on my neck once more. The bite Frankie put on my neck wasn’t visible by any means, but there were some red marks from it that I wanted to make sure were covered.

“Woah, you look so good!” Luisa and Kiki come into the room, and they motion for me to do a twirl like we’re in a dressing room trying on dresses.

A giggle leaves me as I finish the twirl, and they clap.

“You should do your hair like that more often,” Kiki exclaims.

“Really?” I ask, looking back at the mirror once more. She nods, and so do the other girls in the room who are getting ready.

River is in her office, or else I’m sure she’d also have something to say. She’d probably say, I told you so.

Luisa walks over to her chair and pulls something from her bag before heading to me. There’s a hair clip in her hands—a beautiful golden clip with diamonds that make the shape of a rose.

“For good luck tonight, my beautiful rose,” she whispers. Tears brim my eyes at her thoughtful gesture and I lean down for her to put the clip in the perfect spot to not disturb the others that Angelique put.

“Thanks, Lu,” I whisper, attempting to swallow the thickness in my throat.

“He’s going to be out there, and he’s going to make it the best Game Night ever,” she reassures me before pulling me in for a hug. I breathe in her sweet perfume and whatever else she put in her hair before we pull apart.

“I’ll see you out there?” I ask, nodding my head to the hallway that leads out to the club.

She nods. “You bet. Go get him, Rose.”

Since I’m workingthe floor tonight and waiting on Snakebite, I don’t have the chance to talk to Evan. He’s busy at the bar anyway, but I wish I had time to stop by for a chat.

I’m making my way around the huge stage where we’ll have River come out to make a speech before the Game Night starts. She loves this themed night so much that she made it a mandatory monthly event.

There’s a tap on my shoulder, and I jump, twirling around to be face-to-face with Snakebite. I look up at him, and he’s smiling widely. He’s wearing another viridian dress shirt, but this time, he’s got matching viridian cuff links that sparkle under the lights. His build fits the dress shirt and pants perfectly. His growing beard seems to be a little trimmed down even.

“I’m glad you’re here,” he murmurs, getting close. I get on my tiptoes in these heels, and I love how he’s still taller than me, regardless of the heels.

“Yeah?”

He nods, eyeing my face. “You look astonishing. Pareces un verdadero ángel esta noche.”

My lips twist into a smile. “Don’t you know that angels shouldn’t participate in these kinds of Game Nights?”

“I guess we’ll see the punishment for breaking the rules, huh?” His voice is teasing, but the way he says it makes my stomach flutter, and my thong is soon to be fucking drenched.

He looks around the club while they’re slowly getting ready for River to get on stage. Members are milling about the bar with their waters, and some are already taking a seat. Then, I see some other regular members with dominants and submissives. Although we have a Game Night tonight, other members who routinely use our rooms are still able to show up.

I see a free chair at the end of the stage, grab his hand, and pull him along. He follows willingly. His calloused hand fits perfectly in mine, and I instantly need him to touch me more.

It’s not unusual for a girl to sit with a member in the same chair. And something takes over where I glance at him and nod to the chair. He doesn’t hesitate as he takes a seat and pats his thick thighs. I take a deep breath, exhaling all nerves for the night as I take a seat on his thighs, sideways, so one of his large hands holds my ass and the other my knees. The dress rides up incredibly high on my thighs, making it barely an inch or two from my thong peeking through.

The hand on my knees travels a little higher, but not to the point where it’s going under my dress. I loop my arm around the back of his neck, and he looks at me expectantly.

“Is this okay?” I ask, leaning in.

He nods and chews on his bottom lip for a little. “Por supuesto, ángel.”

I latch my free hand on his that’s found its home on my thigh. Our fingers interlock, and it feels just right. My heart is hammering against my chest, and I’ve got tunnel vision of him. So much so that I almost miss the sounds of the microphone tapping and River’s voice filling the air.

“Good evening, gentlemen and ladies. I hope we’re all ready for a great Game Night!” I turn to see River in a stunning red dress that falls to the floor with a slit up her thigh. Her sparkling silver heels show through the gap of her dress as she moves.

The crowd whoops and hollers, and I look around the club for a moment, seeing just how many members are here. It’s almost at capacity, and that doesn’t shock me.

Game Nights are supposed to be fun, relaxing, and a great way for members to get to know the girls or their partners they bring.

“I’ve seen some of the Black Silk girls have found their partners,” her eyes glance at me for such a short second that I almost miss it. My cheeks warm, and my fingers tighten around Snakebite’s. The hand on my ass squeezes it gently as if to calm me. “If you haven’t found one yet, be sure to walk around with your charms so the girl of your dreams can choose the best room for you tonight.”

She goes on to remind members of the rules that still apply at all times: consent, safe words, and anything else that is mandatory for a sex club. Then she reminds members that if they haven’t chosen their charms yet to do that now.

That’s when I glance at Snakebite, whose gaze is focused on the stage before looking at me. “Everything okay?” he asks.

“Do you have your charms?”

He nods, unlocking our intertwined fingers to get the charms out of his dress shirt pocket. He’s got two.

A rose and kerria.

The charms glisten underneath the club lights, and his palm is huge compared to the small flowers.

“Which one did you want to do the most?” I slowly ask, unsure if he chose these at random or really wants to go to these rooms. All members should know what each flower stands for, but I want to make sure he’s ready.

“I thought you were choosing. Isn’t that how Game Night goes?” He watches me.

“Yeah,” I smile. “But I want to make sure you’re ready for these. Rose can get pretty intense.”

“So the other? I want to make sure you’re comfortable tonight. Mi preciosa ángel,” he whispers, almost too low for me to catch. I lean in even more until we’re nose to nose. I breathe in his cologne, and goosebumps rise on my arms. I instinctively clench my thighs together, and he definitely catches that.

“The other,” I whisper.

I don’t even register the members around us. I’m stuck in our little bubble once again. He’s staring into my soul with his brown eyes, and I want to lift his mask so badly to see who’s underneath.

But I have to abide by our rules. Of course, members are allowed to remove masks in the privacy of a room if both parties consent to it. The girls don’t have to remove their masks at all, even if the members do theirs. But if I see this man’s face, then I want him to see mine too.

“The other then,” he agrees. He drops the rose charm back into his pocket and then removes his hand from my ass so he can put the kerria charm on his bracelet. He struggles for a moment before I lean back to assist him. The charm clips on easily.

“Gracias,” he smirks.

“To the kerria room,” I manage to say, even though my body is now full of nerves. I know I’m ready. I really am, but now the thought that I’m actually going into a room with someone I’ve only encountered a few times has my mind going into a frenzy. My nerves are starting to skyrocket.

“Remember, we don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to,” he says as I get off him and stand tall. He stands up and smooths out his dress shirt, his muscles flexing underneath.

I bite my lip. “I know, and you too. You’re allowed to back away, don’t forget.”

He looks at me as he responds. “I’d only back away from you if you ask me to. And I’m really hoping you don’t.”

The words stumble out of his mouth so effortlessly. My stomach flutters, and it’s not nerves anymore, but desire for him.

I reach my hand out, and he takes it as I pull us around the stage. I grip Snakebite’s hand a little harder than necessary, but he doesn’t seem to mind.

Once we’re walking, I finally find Evan’s gaze locked on me, and he gives me a small nod and smile. I return it, but my lips are almost shaking from the nerves.

“You okay?” Snakebite whispers, getting closer to me. I give him a nod before continuing to lead us to the hallway with a few Kerria rooms.

I was glad that I could choose a more tame room. The rose room was something I was curious about but not ready for. Ropes and bondage seemed like a room for a more experienced member.

Snakebite and I promised each other to take it slow, and the kerria room seemed to be the best option tonight.

The hallway has a yellow and pink glow for hibiscus, kerria, and sunflower. There are eight rooms down this hallway, each door having a glowing sign of the flower right above.

We reach the first kerria room and I tap the screen near the door for login. All workers have to put in their employee PIN code for safety. River has a tablet and computer that shows which rooms are occupied by which girls, not just for surveillance, but for safety.

One of the golden rules in this club that River makes every worker swear to is never showing members the panic buttons that are stationed in every corner of the club, under chairs, tables, doors, and more. She makes sure that her workers are the safest when locked in a room with a member.

Snakebite seems to understand what I do as he turns away, and I put in my PIN. The screen flashes quickly, asking how many will be in the room. I press two, and then it asks for the member’s ID.

“Here, put your ID number,” I tell Snakebite. He turns around and looks at the screen before nodding. He’s quick to punch in his member ID number. Even though he’s a vetted member, he still has a permanent ID with the club.

The screen flashes green, and the door clicks, indicating that it’s open. Snakebite pushes the door open, and I make sure the screen works as it transitions from green to red and displays in capital letters ROOM IN USE: 2.

The room is dark until Snakebite finds a switch, and the room is flooded with light. I close the door as I enter and then turn the dial for the lights. Mirrors line every wall and even the ceiling.

“Oh,” he laughs. “Sorry, I didn’t realize you can change the intensity.”

I giggle. “It’s fine. I don’t think anyone uses the highest setting. That would be odd in a room full of mirrors. The reflection would be too blinding.”

He seems nervous as he chuckles before looking around the room. He brings his hands to his hips and surveys the place. The authoritative stance makes me stare at him a little longer, wondering what’s going through his mind.

He also looks damn attractive with that stance and his formal clothes.

His eyes glance at me, and I blush. “What?”

“Nothing, just a little nervous, to be honest,” I confess.

“I am, too, now that we’re in here. But remember, if you want to go, we can get out of here.”

The suggestion is thoughtful, but I need to rip this off like a bandaid. I want to be in this room with Snakebite. No one else. I don’t know who else I’d be comfortable around besides him. Not even Reeve, I don’t think.

“I want to be here,” I finally muster up the courage to say.

He takes a few steps closer to me before taking a deep breath and reaching his hand until a finger brushes under my chin. I gasp, watching his brown eyes take me in. Like he’s a man starved, and I’m his last meal on Earth.

“I want to be here too,” he whispers.

“Come on then,” I say slowly, grabbing his hand and pulling it down from my chin. He looks at the bed near one of the walls. A large dresser at the opposite end of the room is stacked with toys to play with.

But this room, kerria, is meant to be utilized with just the bodies of the workers and members. To explore each other with the use of the mirrors to increase desire and satisfaction.

Katoptronophilia is like voyeurism but with the use of mirrors. There isn’t a double-sided mirror with an audience. The worker and member are the audience.

I’ve always thought this room would be one I’d like to try, so I was more than excited that Snakebite had this charm.

The fact he had a rose and then kerria, which is a yellow Japanese rose in his hand. It felt like fate.

“Come on, ángel,” he says loudly, breaking me out of my thoughts.

He pulls me toward the bed, and I don’t hesitate to follow.