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"Hey Ryan, you have a walk in." There was a huff as the stern club owner stood from his seat, setting his drink down on the desk as he closed his computer and uttered an irate "copy" into the walky talky. He headed to the front door of the club, an air of irritation about him strong enough to keep his subjects at a distance. The club door, vibrating with the music it contained but couldn't conceal opened only enough to let his body through, and Ryan ensured it was closed behind him before processing this supposed invasion with a blank yet severe expression. The one of the two members of security motioned toward the third individual, a dirty blonde young man, maybe 5'7" standing in blue jeans flip flops and a t-shirt that matched rather remarkably the blue of his eyes. Indeed there was a marked difference about the body before him, but Ryan knew enough of the world to see just how otherwise painstakingly average the man staring up at him appeared. He was young energetic and curious, and his eyes lit up when Ryan walked up. It was actually rather cute, especially in how obviously he had wandered into something he knew nothing about. "You're in charge here? I'm Eric, I'm staying at the hotel 'till I figure out where the hell I'm gonna live, so this is some sex club? Can, can I check it out? I mean, they said it's only for people who know someone but, I mean, it has to start somehow right? You never let walk-ins check it out? Ever?"
A talker. Ryan rubbed his brow a touch before raising an eyebrow at the younger one's energy. So supposedly this tourist was here for more than vacation, so there was some potential for true patronage, yet Ryan knew well that it just was highly unlikely. Placing his hands dismissively into his pockets he bent down so his eyes met Eric's when he spoke, "This is a bdsm club, and the rule is for the security of its members and for the sake of not parading our interests before strangers as if we were some sort of freak show." He stood up straight then, towering over the other, his shoulders square and his gaze menacing, "but to answer your question, yes, I have let walk-ins enter this place, but only the rare individuals who have been willing to participate. You will not gawk from afar, and be advised, no one enters my clubs for the first time or even the first several times from a position of power."
His eyes bore down like two black pits threatening grave cruelty and holding absolute power, a collection of words and demeanor that seemed far from unattractive to the shorter man. Eric looked up and swallowed, but didn't avert his gaze. The prospect sounded less off putting than Eric felt it should, but rather struck him as a daring night of exploration and fun he could have only fantasized about. Here it was being offered as if it were supposed to be some kind of deterrant. It wasn't. He nodded, "I think I want to check it out. I'll be honest, I've never done anything like this, but, it sounds like, really hot." His eyes averted and his smile widened revealing how out of his comfort zone he was speaking.
Ryan only smirked and delayed his decision pointedly as he held perfectly still, allowing the shorter man to wallow in suspense a while before finally turning around and opening an alternate unmarked door. "Hand me your ID and sign this. Do you know what nectar is? Well, it explains everything so read it. You sign that, I own you for the night, and you will be drinking what I tell you." Beckoning the other into what turned out to be a medium sized and well lit closet he closed the door behind them, taking and observing seriously the identification before waiting patiently for the document to be read and signed. He didn't believe in rushing people when full comprehension was essential to properly doing his job. Finally he pulled out a cloth bag, "Clothes go here, you can keep the bag. And these, put these on, and you're definitely not leaving them here; they're yours now. Yes, all your clothes are coming off." He rummaged through some various sizes of small packages and tore one open, having no qualms with helping Eric into what could only be described as latex underwear. Then another plastic package was opened, and a collar was fastened about the pet for a night's neck. "This you only get to keep if you pay for it." Then an embroidered leash was retrieved and fastened, the word "TOURIST" down the length of it in bright orange.
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A talker. Ryan rubbed his brow a touch before raising an eyebrow at the younger one's energy. So supposedly this tourist was here for more than vacation, so there was some potential for true patronage, yet Ryan knew well that it just was highly unlikely. Placing his hands dismissively into his pockets he bent down so his eyes met Eric's when he spoke, "This is a bdsm club, and the rule is for the security of its members and for the sake of not parading our interests before strangers as if we were some sort of freak show." He stood up straight then, towering over the other, his shoulders square and his gaze menacing, "but to answer your question, yes, I have let walk-ins enter this place, but only the rare individuals who have been willing to participate. You will not gawk from afar, and be advised, no one enters my clubs for the first time or even the first several times from a position of power."
His eyes bore down like two black pits threatening grave cruelty and holding absolute power, a collection of words and demeanor that seemed far from unattractive to the shorter man. Eric looked up and swallowed, but didn't avert his gaze. The prospect sounded less off putting than Eric felt it should, but rather struck him as a daring night of exploration and fun he could have only fantasized about. Here it was being offered as if it were supposed to be some kind of deterrant. It wasn't. He nodded, "I think I want to check it out. I'll be honest, I've never done anything like this, but, it sounds like, really hot." His eyes averted and his smile widened revealing how out of his comfort zone he was speaking.
Ryan only smirked and delayed his decision pointedly as he held perfectly still, allowing the shorter man to wallow in suspense a while before finally turning around and opening an alternate unmarked door. "Hand me your ID and sign this. Do you know what nectar is? Well, it explains everything so read it. You sign that, I own you for the night, and you will be drinking what I tell you." Beckoning the other into what turned out to be a medium sized and well lit closet he closed the door behind them, taking and observing seriously the identification before waiting patiently for the document to be read and signed. He didn't believe in rushing people when full comprehension was essential to properly doing his job. Finally he pulled out a cloth bag, "Clothes go here, you can keep the bag. And these, put these on, and you're definitely not leaving them here; they're yours now. Yes, all your clothes are coming off." He rummaged through some various sizes of small packages and tore one open, having no qualms with helping Eric into what could only be described as latex underwear. Then another plastic package was opened, and a collar was fastened about the pet for a night's neck. "This you only get to keep if you pay for it." Then an embroidered leash was retrieved and fastened, the word "TOURIST" down the length of it in bright orange.
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