A/N: Hello friends! My name is Dino and this is a story that I've been working on for a while. I posted it on Ao3, but I decided to cross-post it on here because I know that there's still a community on here, and I hope that you'll give me more comments and feedback :)
I currently have six chapters written and I will be uploading those throughout the next couple of days. If you want to see the floor plan of the club, chapter 3 on Archive has pictures of them that I drew. You can find the story under the same username.
Let me know what you think! I'm looking forward to hearing your thoughts and ideas!
Rachel's POV
I never thought I would be in a situation like this. But here I am, standing outside what, to the naked eye, looks to be a normal house, or mansion I guess would be the proper term. My roommate, Santana, has a very prurient type of girlfriend, Quinn. She is definitely one of the sweetest and smartest people I have met, but the girl had some distinct lifestyle choices for sure. At only age 24, Quinn was the very proud owner of New York's newest club, 'Sensations'. It took a little more than an hour to get here considering its placement just outside of the city, but I was willing to make the drive. This was a sex club, more specifically though, a fetish sex club. I knew only the basic information of this place; one was that even though Quinn herself was gay, this club was open to any gender identity and sexuality after they got vetted in, and two, that you never have to do anything you do not feel comfortable with, including sex.
I came here for the support of my friend because although this place isn't something that fits my personal tastes, I was still proud of Quinn. Ever since she had come into my life she had only been sweet and kind to me. I was a little surprised when Santana told me about her lifestyle because I thought she was more of a passive person. I have never been more wrong. I was also quite surprised when Santana admitted to having the same kind of likes and fantasies as her counterpart. I have known my roommate since freshman year of college and never once presumed her to live this way. Again I'm not judging, just surprised is all.
When I first learned what was happening between them I was mostly confused. It's not like they flaunted their relationship dynamic in front of me, so I had no idea. One minute all three of us are sitting on our couch watching some trashy reality TV, the next Santana blurted out that Quinn was establishing her own fetish club. As you can imagine, this led to some odd topics while The Bachelor was playing in the background. Apparently the short of it was that Santana, unable to continue dating vanilla while fighting her own desires, finally bit the bullet and signed up for a fetish site. This snowballed to her and Quinn connecting and hitting it off almost instantly. Quinn was a Dominate type, while Santana was a versatile type. I didn't really ask for specifics because I didn't want to think of my friends in that way.
Of course, that wasn't how things were going to play out though. Quinn invited me on a tour of her club. It took place in the afternoon before opening, but I still didn't really want to go. This obviously wasn't my scene, and my friends knew that, but I also didn't want to be rude so I hesitantly accepted her invite. Quinn and Santana both hugged me while thanking me for accepting this part about them. I don't think that was necessary for them to do, but I see why some people might want to flee if they weren't used to what that lifestyle was actually like.
I had my own thoughts and feelings towards what might be going on behind closed doors, but it wasn't fair since all I knew was for books I've read and movies I've watched. Sure to the average person it's easily regarded as abuse, but I like to think I know better than that at the very least. Certainly, you had to trust the person on both ends right? There had to be a lot of precaution and communication. Santana was a smart girl, so I know that there was definitely more than just whipping people for fun.
My only knowledge about any of this was Fifty Shades of Gray, but I knew that there was a bunch of backlash from this community. I'm a bit nervous. I won't lie to myself, but I trust both of them, and I've known Santana for a while and I trust that she, at the very least, won't let anything happen to me that I don't want to happen.
I finally got up the courage to knock upon the wooden double doors that were placed before me. After two knocks and around a mere 30 seconds of waiting, the doors swung open to reveal Quinn with a huge, cheesy grin on her face.
"Hello, hello," She said as she greeted me with a smile.
"Hey, Quinn" I smiled back at her, "This is a beautiful place you have."
"Thank you, I worked really hard to get it to look exactly how I wanted it to."
"Well, you definitely did amazing," I said with a genuine smile.
"Hey, I'm here too!" Santana said behind Quinn, it seemed like she ran to catch up.
Quinn giggled out loud at her girlfriend and gave her a quick peck. "Santana was eating a cupcake and thought she could finish before you got here, she was wrong. We have a huge bar and eating area, which you'll see soon, but you can't take any food or drink outside of there. Well, besides water because of obvious reasons." She told me with a look in her eye which looked to be a bit mischievous.
"I also want to add that it was a literal cupcake, not anything else... at least not yet." Santana joked as I blushed.
"I wasn't thinking anything like that," I said, feeling the burn in my cheeks.
The couple laughed knowing that I wasn't used to this kind of casual conversation, at least not yet. I know I need to relax a little, this is for fun and not everything is so serious all the time.
"Well I guess I should invite you in now," Quinn said after the laughter died down. "Just a few notes before we go in though. This place is empty now because we aren't open yet for a few hours, don't worry about other people. Another thing to remember is that this is a 100% judgment-free area. If at any time you're curious about something you see or have a question at all, please speak up. You should never have to worry here, this is just another human experience. This tour is going to take a while since there are three floors and various rooms, tell me if you need a break. I also ask for you not to touch any equipment today unless you specifically ask, which I do encourage. This is because after each time we close we have a pretty large team of cleaners come and thoroughly disinfect and sanitize each room and any play accessories. We don't risk any unwanted fluid exchange here. With that being said, please come in."
As both Santana and Quinn stepped aside to open the doors, I couldn't help but feel a little overwhelmed and awestruck. Overwhelmed because of all the information Quinn gave me in what felt like under a minute, and awestruck because of what I saw before me. I haven't even stepped foot inside the mansion and I can already see what I can only describe as a grand foyer. A double marble staircase lay ahead of my line of vision, along with what looked to be a super expensive crystal chandelier.
"Well, are you going to come in or just leave your mouth hanging open?" Santana teased as I closed my mouth in embarrassment. "Gotta be careful, open mouths usually mean something else here." She said with a wink.
I don't think I'd be able to turn redder if I tried to. I appreciated the light-hearted teasing, but I'm certainly not used to hearing my friend talk like that, not toward me. I brushed it off though, as much as I could, and finally took a step inside.
It was even more beautiful than I first thought. Sure the huge staircase and chandelier were amazing, but so was everything! I know I must look silly right now, but who can blame me? The floor was white marble, the walls looked like black-ish lace, the ceilings were high, and every single decoration looked to be expensive.
"Quinn, how? I mean it looks great, but this must have cost a fortune, I don't get it? I've been to your apartment before, it doesn't give off any of these vibes."
Quinn couldn't help but laugh at this. After she and Santana closed the doors they came to stand on either side of me. Quinn grabbed my hand with a gentle squeeze.
"Well, I like to like modestly, only having what I need to be comfortable. But it does help that my family is well off and I have business loans too. I'm not too worried though because this place seems to be paying for itself. Membership fees are high and annual, there are added fees for classes, show nights, and demonstrations. Plus, we have some wealthy regulars that want to make sure that the club stays up to their standard. It all works out."
"Woah," Was all my smooth brain managed.
"Now I was thinking about how I wanted to go about this. I can show you this floor first since we are here, but Santana suggested we go from the basement up since there are three floors with that included. I'm afraid if I do that though it might scare you a little... but not in the way you think." Quinn started explaining.
"I personally love the basement we have here," Santana said, "Even if I'm not being very active in the club on a certain day I sometimes hang out and help down there."
Although a bit confused, I held my tongue. I knew this was like watching a movie, I have no idea what's happening, but if I just am quiet and let it play out like it's intended then I'll find out.
"Well, why don't we just start here first then? Not that I think you'll scare me off or anything, just because it's more convenient to the current situation."
"You heard her," Quinn said, directed toward Santana, "Our guest is in charge today, but only today." She finished with a smirk towards me.
Santana playfully rolled her eyes at her girlfriend's antics, "Lead the way then oh great Head Mistress."
"What a brat. Ok! Anyway, this is the foyer. This is your first stop whenever you come here. Security will check your ID, take your phone, and do a metal detector on you. Safety for everyone is my top priority. Let's go to the right first."
Quinn took me by the hand as she led me over to the open room on the right. Santana was following us too, but I noticed that she was always a few steps behind Quinn. I'm not sure if there's a reason for that, but I'll ask them later.
"This is a simple sitting room. If you need a break, get overwhelmed and need to settle down, or just want to meet new people in a less intimidating space, this is a good place to do so." Quinn explained.
The room was very nice and comfortable. The floors were dark oak, three walls to match, and the one that didn't was a dark stone wall with a modern-looking fireplace. There were four chairs, one in each corner of the room, that had what I can only assume to be dark faux leather to them. There was also a matching three-person couch pushed up against one on the walls, the other wall being a bookshelf. The chandelier in this room was made of what looked like gray metal with bulbs that mimicked candle flames. Lastly, there was a rectangular glass table in the very center with a few magazines on it.
I took a few steps inside the room releasing myself from Quinn's hand. I couldn't help my curiosity and silently headed over to the bookcase. I wasn't at all surprised when I saw that all of the books on there revolved around different types of BDSM education. The Loving Dominant,
The Little Guide to Getting Tied Up, The Kinky Girl's Guide to Dating, Erotic Slavehood, Exhibitionism for the Shy, The Mistress Manual: The Good Girl's Guide to Female Dominance, More Than Two: A Practical Guide to Ethical Polyamory.
I guess I might have some homework.
"You can borrow some if you'd like," Santana said. "Most of them were once mine from when I first started getting more seriously into this lifestyle. When we show you everything, feel free to grab a few before you head back to our place. No questions asked, well, unless you are the one asking."
"Thanks, San," I said with a light smile.
"Good sharing, baby girl," Quinn said while coxing Santana over to her to kiss her on the cheek.
Santana smiled warmly at her girlfriend and took her place behind her once more.
"Well, let's keep this going then. If you look directly across the hall you'll see another room. That's a lounge but a less vanilla one usually. Through the stairs goes straight back to the main entertainment space, which is where most of the public demonstrations will take place. We'll get there, but we're going around this way because the other doors are connected to the lounge space. It's also better so we won't have to backtrack at all." Quinn explained while taking my hand once more. "If you don't like me holding your hand just tell me, I won't get offended."
I blushed because I did like her holding my hand, I mean who wouldn't. I just worried about if Santana might get jealous of this, but every time I looked at her she seemed absolutely fine.
"No, I don't mind it, I promise," I told her.
"Good to know. Now let's go over."
She took my hand and led me across the hall with Santana following behind us.
"This room is sort of like the one we were just in, just larger and less vanilla," Quinn told me as we all stepped inside the doorframe.
She was right though. The walls and floor matched the sitting room, but the furniture in here was a little more sinful looking. The two couches along either wall were deep red leather with golden accents on the armrests and feet, two armchairs placed in the corner to match, erotic black-and-white artwork was placed around various spots on the walls, another fireplace was situated along the wall furthest from our current position, a deep mahogany table laid center of the room, and I also noticed a variety of black mats on the floor near the sitting areas.
"What are the mats for?" I asked no one in particular.
"Those are so the sub's knees don't start to hurt as they sit beside their Dom/me or Dom/mes," Quinn told me.
"It's not a requirement for subs to always kneel though, don't worry," Santana spoke as I turned to listen to her. "It's honestly the preference of whoever is involved. You'll see that the majority of subs in this place do prefer kneeling though. It gives a great sense of devotion to your Dom/me or Dom/mes."
"You can have more than one? I thought it was just like one in charge and someone else that follows the rules?"
"Well, firstly you'll learn that even though a Dom makes the rules, a sub is in charge of what they are and are not comfortable with. They really run the show. Secondly, there aren't any rules on how many people can be involved in a relationship, kinky or not. All that matters is that there is a mutual understanding and open communication with everyone involved." Quinn explained.
"I'm sorry," I told them both, "I'm just inexperienced with everything and don't mean to be ignorant."
"It's only ignorance if you aren't willing to learn. You're here right now though, learning, so there's no need to apologize." Quinn reassured.
"Some of the books of the self in the other room are on polyamory, I'd suggest maybe grabbing one if you're interested in how relationships with multiples can work," Santana said.
"I think I might. It's not like I don't understand how they can work, it's just that I've never seen it or experienced it myself."
"Well, when we get you here on an actual club night I promise you'll see it." Quinn chuckled, "But enough of this room, there a lot to see still."
Quinn leads us through the room and out another set of doors placed on the right side of the room.
"This is the hallway, there's nothing too interesting about here other than a few plants and paintings. We're going to the left to the end of the hall, that's where the bathrooms on this floor are."
The bathroom had double doors that were both made out of the same material all of the others were, dark wood. When she opened the door, it seemed to be a normal type of bathroom you would find in a public area, just more expensive. The walls and floor were both white marble with a very light gray mixed in. To the right, there seemed to be around four different stalls, all of which had floor-to-ceiling privacy though which I really appreciate. On the back wall were a few sinks, all of which had one giant mirror above them, and the countertop looked to be marble but mixed with gold flakes. To the left, there was a wall for privacy, but I can see a urinal peeking out.
"The bathrooms on this floor are all gender-inclusive, but due to privacy I made sure the stalls are completely closed off, and the urinals are separated by a wall. I usually have an attendant in here as well to make sure that nobody uses the space to do drugs. In fact, after every night we do a test for drug residue since I have a zero-tolerance in this place."
"Don't you smoke weed though?" I asked.
"Weed isn't what I have a problem with. It's people using harder drugs that I want to make sure to stay out. If somebody is under the influence of a hard drug, then the chances that somebody may get hurt, including that person, are higher. As I said, safety is a priority." She explained. "I don't judge them for what they do outside of here, I just need everyone to be in a clear mindset."
I nodded in understanding. Quinn was in charge of the well-being of a lot of people. I could only imagine how stressful it might be to make sure that everything ran smoothly.
"Can I lead to the next room?" I heard Santana ask all excitedly.
Quinn let out a laugh, which I couldn't help but find cute. Actually, I'm starting to notice a few things about both of the girls I find appealing.
"Well, of course, I know it's one of your favorites," Quinn responded happily.
"Thank you," Santana said with a smile.
"Ok, so far you have seen very simple rooms, but this next room is the first real fetish room. Brace yourself." Quinn said playfully while following behind Santana to next door, right across from the lounge. "Although 50 Shades did an awful job at portraying BDSM, the "Red Room" in the movie was pretty accurate. That's the vibe of this one, the others that you'll see later on have now a specific theme to each one of them. This one we simply refer to as "the main room", mostly because it just has your standard BDSM equipment in there." She finished as all three of us were now standing outside two black doors.
"This is the first room Quinn brought me to when we started our relationship. I'll spare you the details so you'll be able to still look us in the eyes today." She said with a wicked smirk directed at me. "But it's a really good starting room to become familiar with everything."
Santana opened both of the doors at the same time to reveal what I can only describe as a sinfully erotic room.
"Ta-da!" I heard her say, but I couldn't bring myself to look away from the inside.
Red and black.
Black walls, a black ceiling, and black flooring, all illuminated by dim red lighting from up above. It was enough to see, but also just dark enough to keep your anonymity if desired. I could see different fixtures inside of the room, but the only thing I can name is the huge bed that lays on the opposite wall from me.
"So you're probably wondering what everything is," I heard Quinn say while giving my hand a light squeeze.
I just nodded dumbly.
Both girls laughed at me, but I honestly would too.
"Here, let's help you out a little bit," She said.
The next thing I knew was the red was gone and normal lights came on.
"Emergency lights," Santana explained. "It's easier to see this way, plus if someone starts to freak out it's better if they can see everything."
"Makes sense. Um, can I explore a little?" I asked them.
"I'll show you everything, I don't want you to play with things you don't know baby doll," Quinn told me.
I blushed again for the umpteenth time today. "I thought that's what you called Santana?"
"She's my baby girl, you're my baby doll. More new, fragile... breakable." She said breaking her hold on my hand. "I love Santana, I do, but our relationship passes simplicity. I'm sure you'll catch on quickly, you're a smart girl, Rachel." She praised as she and Santana joined hands and started walking into the room.
I took the silent cue and followed behind them. The room was quite large which helped me not become even more overwhelmed than I already am. They both turned to me when they reached the center of the room.
Was I suddenly in The Shining?
"So let's take it part by part. On this wall," she motioned to my left, "Are the implements, collars, leads, and cuffs people can use. Everything is cleaned after anybody uses the room, but if anything gets bled on for any reason it is immediately thrown away. I don't get mad, we have more of almost everything stocked up just in case. Come here." Quinn commanded.
Who am I to not do something that girl says.
I followed her and Santana over to the section of the wall they were hanging on. The cuffs were above the whips and paddles and next to them were the collars, followed by a variety of leashes under them.
"A quick break down, handcuffs, leather cuffs in black, red, and pink, padded leather cuffs in the same colors, black mitts, black padded mitts, and steel cuffs. All in these have little rings on the side so you can easily secure them together or hook them on to another piece of equipment." Quinn said.
"Paddles and whips include wooden rectangle, wooden round, wooden rectangle and round with holes drilled in, acrylic oval paddle, a variety of leather paddles including plain leather, "fur" on one side, plastic spikes, imprinted ones with hearts, 'slut', and 'baby', silicone rectangle and ones with textures. Then, we also have the whips including faux leather floggers, rubber floggers which are NOT for beginners, riding crops, riding crops with ticklers, feather ticklers, dragon's tail, snake whip, stockwhip, a cat of nines, bamboo canes, Lexan canes, and acrylic canes. Canes are also really not advised for beginners.'' Santana expressed.
"Collars are fun," Quinn smiled, "Although most people come with their own, we also offer some to play with. For that reason, we keep our selection here a little more basic. We have a black poster collar, three simple o-ring collars in black, red, and pink, a steel o-ring collar, one with a small bell, this black padded one, and also the adorable pink fabric collar."
"And if you add one of these leads, which I assume you know what they're for," Santana said gesturing to a line containing a chain leash, short black leather leash, long black leather leash, a pink one, red one, a chain one with a leather grip, and one with an adult-sized harness, "you have the start of a good time," She joked.
"Any questions?" Quinn asked me.
"How do the whips and such... feel good? Wouldn't that just hurt?" I asked them dumbly.
"In ways, it can, but that's usually the part that the submissive likes feeling. The pain here releases a dopamine chemical which then begins to create an altered state of consciousness. In essence, someone may start to fall into a "subspace", which is a sort of trance that subs and bottoms experience while engaged in painful activities, or even ones that someone may view as degrading or humiliating. That's the psychological aspect of it all though, the philosophy side is a different explanation, but it also depends on each person through" Quinn went on, "It's not for everyone, even some people who are part of this lifestyle don't enjoy pain."
I nodded along. I guess that makes sense, but I'm almost positive I wouldn't be someone who enjoys being hit like that...
"Let's keep it moving though," Santana told us, "The furniture in this room is all custom made. Next to us is the spanking bench. This one is really fun, take my word on it. Basically, the sub puts their legs upon each of these little platforms to be strapped to, they bend over this bigger platform with their arms strapped to the sides, and that's it! Now you have a sub in a humiliating doggy position ready to be spanked... or played with." She explained.
I blushed at this. Knowing my best friend has done that before is doing things to my mind.
"If you come over to this corner," Quinn said while walking, "You'll see the classic 'St. Andrews Cross,' which is just a big X. Pretty simple, you have arm and ankle straps to hold your sub in while you whip or paddle them to your heart's desire, or in this case, sub's desire. I always suggest that you also use this with your butt facing out since there's a lot of organs in the front that can be damaged if a novice makes a mistake with the whip."
"In the center is a bed." Santana plainly said. "You know what a bed is, I don't have to explain that. You should take notice of the posts and headboard though. The posts all have divots in them for silk ties to be used if someone wants to, and the headboard is bar-style, making it perfect for handcuffs. All bedding is made from vinyl material, making it waterproof and easy to clean."
"Next to the bed handing there is your classing sex swing. It's basically just a sheet of leather with straps holding it up in place. When someone sits in there it gives the Dom/me a great angle for fucking." Quinn laughed, "Sorry to be crude, but that's literally its purpose."
"What if you just wanted to just nap in there?" I tried challenging myself.
Quinn smiled at me, "Well I won't try to stop you, but that's a hard fall remember."
"Point taken," I giggled.
"Almost done," Santana said, "This chair is the best thing," she said while we went over to what looked to be a wooden chair, just with a half circle attached to the front on the seat. "The person sitting should be a person with a vagina because of how everything is angled here. Simply put, someone sits in this chair, simple. The fun is whoever is bottoming gets their head locked in place by the semi-circle so that they can eat out the Dom/me." She chuckled lightly. "If you look at the back legs there you'll also see two rings that can be used for handcuffs."
"The wooden neck ring isn't enough?" I joked.
"People love to be restrained," Quinn smiled, "The lack of power sends a thrill through your body."
I looked at her confused, "You say that like you've experienced it."
Quinn released her hold on Santana's hand and came over to where I was currently standing.
"Doll, I'm a Domme and a Domme who takes her work very, very seriously. I'm not a horny old guy who hates women and just likes to top, I studied all of this for years now," Quinn caressed my face as I took in a shallow breath, "To be a good Dom/me, you first have to be a good sub. You can't properly care for someone if you have no idea what's going through their mind. This isn't about sex, it's about caring for those who trust you enough to guide them."
I swallowed hard because of the proximity of Quinn's face to mine. "Makes sense, I respect that." I glanced over her shoulder to look at Santana, but she was giving me a similar look.
Quinn smiled once more before heading back over to her girlfriend.
"So the center is where the last item is," Santana said, going back to normal.
What?
"Hanging down is a wrist stock or wrist pillory. The wood opens, wrists go in, wood closes, now you're stung up and vulnerable." Santana told me. "This is another good whipping or paddling point, but there are no ankle holders so you do have to take that into account as well. It's also really useful for someone who might have a tickling fetish, or just wants that reeling on total exposure."
"There's a fetish for being tickled?"
"Rachel, my sweet innocent honey bun you, there is a kink and fetish for everything. People like what they like and who am I to deny them of that. As long as it's legal, of course." Quinn said.
Makes sense.
"That wraps it up in here. Keep in mind that upstairs there are four similar rooms with different themes." Santana spoke.
The girls released hands once more and Quinn instead held mine again. "We're going to the left when we exit here. The next room is the main event, the entertainment room. This is the room I told you about in the beginning right behind the stairs."
I nodded as I was led out of the dark room. Quinn led us down the halls as Santana closed the doors of the room and joined behind us.
There was no door to this space, just an open entranceway to an elegant square room. Unlike the room we were just in, this one had that elegance to it as the front rooms had. This was the direct opposite of where we just come from, it was all white apart from gold accents. The stage in the very center looked to be made of the same type of marble that the bathroom sinks had. There was also a golden rig on the stage which I can only assume is used for a variety of different activities. The couches throughout were a golden fabric with white decor, and there were a few doors in the back of the room that was all glass leading to the outside.
"Look up."
"Wow."
There wasn't a ceiling in this room, instead, my view was met by a balcony area from the second floor. The balcony went all the way around the room, creating even more of an exhibitionist paradise.
"So this is where everyone comes to for the main event that's being held, or if someone wants to show off or watch someone in the show." Quinn said, "Some nights we'll have a specific demonstration that's scheduled in, other nights it's a free space to use if anybody wishes. On certain days there might even be a class being held here during the daytime. For example, we just recently had a 'Domination for Beginners' class meet in here last week."
"What about that golden thing in the middle there?" I asked, even though I had a hunch.
"That Ol' reliable." Santana joked, "If you're stringing someone up, tying someone down, or need to hook up some sort of equipment for your show, that's what you'll use."
"It's the sturdiest rig money can buy, I never have any doubts about it," Quinn added.
I couldn't help but let my mind wander a little bit in this room. What would it be like to be at your most vulnerable while dozens of strangers watched you? The thought makes me shiver, but I'm not really sure in what way though. There has to be something about showing yourself off that's appealing, right? That's why so many people do it... I just don't know the reason yet.
"It's fun to be up there," Santana's voice brought me out of my daydream as I turned to look at her, "The attention is addicting, but watching someone else is a whole different kind of thrill."
"I bet you never heard this side of your roommate." Quinn joked.
I just shook my head. No, until now I didn't really think of Santana sexually at all. I know she's beautiful and had her fair share of fun, but she saved any explicit details from me. Now, my mind was swimming in the thought of her being tied up, exposed, whipped, and submissive. And Quinn? I definitely get why Santana would be so quick to do what that woman says.
"No, but I'm not here to judge." is what I decide to say.
"Well one of these days hopefully we can get you up there too," Quinn said while nudging my shoulder playfully.
"Huh, yeah, maybe," I said slightly awkwardly. I wouldn't admit this out loud, but the interest was definitely there.
"That's pretty much it for this room, let's keep going because we're almost done with this floor. If you come out and go to the left we're going to pass the elevator, I'm all about accessibility. Next to the elevator is the laundry room, we don't have to really go in there. It's just where we keep our bedsheets, linens, towels, and cleaning supplies. It's a pretty big space and we have our crew do all the washings after every closing time, or whenever it's needed." Quinn said.
I nodded along, I'm also very happy to hear that this place is kept so clean. You hear about places like this and you automatically think of it as a gritty, sketchy place. Everything that I thought I knew was now disproved. This isn't an alleyway, cheap club that people go to get their rocks off, this was definitely the real deal.
"And here we have the kitchen and bar space," Santana exclaimed from behind us "that corner over there is our bar." She said motioning to the rounded corner of the room.
We were definitely back to the dark wood. The floors, walls, and backsplashes were made out of deep mahogany wood. The bar was as well, but it was topped with the white marble countertop. The seating stools were white with black leather cushions, and I also noticed a small cooking space in the far right corner. The only difference is unlike restaurant kitchens, you can see everything that the people making the food were doing.
"You have some expensive taste in alcohol." I joked while looking at the shelf behind the bar counter.
"My clientele can easily afford the best things in life, alcohol included." Quinn agreed. "But unlike most bars where you have a two-drink minimum, this bar has a two-drink maximum. I want to make sure that everybody stays right in the head when there with somebody. If I notice anybody too drunk I excuse them for the rest of that day or night."
"You'll notice the cameras facing down to the bartop," Santana added.
I nodded.
"I decided to do that to make sure that nobody tries anything suspicious or downright predatory. If God forbid anything were to happen, I would know whose drink was affected, who might have drunk it, and who was responsible for it. God knows what would happen to that person if I found out that anybody got hurt non-consensually."
I wouldn't think I would ever feel as safe in a fetish club then I do right at this moment. She clearly had all of her bases covered.
"There are stairs on the side of the wall right there, we'll be using those stairs to go up or down. But let's go all the way to the back here to another lounge space."
It was like an open concept you would see on HGTV. There were just restaurant-style booths that fit all around the wall with a large table in the middle. It looked like a cozy little area just to sit with your friends and eat instead of everything else that clearly went on inside of this place.
"You definitely know how to make things cozy." I praised Quinn. "Like, all of your décors are just so wonderful."
"Thank you baby doll, it's not just me though, it's Santana, too. I definitely have her input whenever I decide to remodel or redecorate because she has a great eye for it."
I turned to see Santana shrug, anyone can tell that the girl loves praise. I don't blame her at all though, I've been blushing most of the day so far.
"Do those doors on the side lead out to the same place the ones in the entertainment room do?" I asked, noticing the double doors on the side.
"Oh yes! Here let's go out there and I'll show you the upper terrace." Quinn said while leading us outside.
The space was pretty adorable. The terrace had a sandy-colored stone floor, the railings were a golden color, there were two outdoor benches next to a fire pit, and three round tables, followed by three round chairs properly spread out in other areas of the terrace. It had a beautiful view of the estate, and it's easy to see why anybody would love this place. There were also plants and flowerpots splayed out throughout the space, which I can only imagine was Santana's idea.
"So this is another one of those relaxing areas that I like to have. However, there are instances where we do play out here to give more of a sense of exhibitionism. For the most part, this is where you would come to eat or drink outside, catch up with people, or smoke if you so wish."
"The views are incredible." Santana told me, "Sometimes I like to come out here during off moments and just stand in the breeze while just thinking about anything and everything."
"It's beautiful", I complimented, "It's an amazing space to have, and an incredible location too."
"I'm sure we'll all spend a lot of time out here, you know to get away from the craziness sometimes. Let's go upstairs now though, yeah? The only thing that I didn't go over on the downstairs level is the garage, but if you really want I can show you that when the house tour is finished because we can access that from the outside." Quinn spoke.
"Sure", I told them, "I don't mind that."
"Perfect," Quinn said as she walked us back into the kitchen area. "Since the second floor is more along the lines of the first floor, I think we should go there next. The stairs in the kitchen here do lead up to the second floor, however, I want to use the ones in the very front to give you more of a grand reveal." She smiled.
I nodded in agreement, mostly because they really brought out a childlike urge to go up the grand staircase that greeted me when I first came into the building. I don't know who wouldn't though, it's something you only see in the movies, or I guess in a rich person's mansion.
Quinn leads the way while holding my hand and with Santana in tow, as we walk up to the second floor of the house.
I knew one thing for certain, the nervousness that I first felt was now replaced with excitement.