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Book Thirteen :

The Nurse and The Officer PT. 3 CLUB SNIXX

Mercedes looked around the club, both impressed and nervous, as she took in the modern decor. Santana had taken an abandoned five-story hotel and turned it into her own personal paradise, which she was about to call the place, but decided to go with SNIXX after talking to Mercedes and Quinn. Snixx was Santana's alter ego, and this club was definitely a way to let your alter egos out.

Walking into the entrance was nothing special. The black and white reception area looked pretty standard, and when you walked up to it, you would check in as you would at a hotel, only this place was anything but.

Santana had a few rules that everyone had to stand by. The first was that you had to stay anonymous. No one came in without a mask; if you didn't have one, one would be provided to you prior to your arrival. You also had to pick your sexy alter ego name. Because of the names that others had, Santana had a list of available alter ego names that you could choose from. Quinn went by Farrah, Rachel chose Fanny, and Tina decided to use Bella.

As Mercedes searched the list, her eyes landed on Guinevere. She always loved the story of how Lancelot protected Guinevere, and they fell deeply in love. Romcoms were her kryptonite.

After choosing your name, you had to pick a safe word, and you handed over your phone and personal effects to be locked up until you left, and then you were led through double doors that took you to the common area; it was where you could mingle, grab food and drinks and get a feel of the place. The second floor was all about BDSM,Santana had explained to her, and the rooms were set as such.

The third floor was fantasy, set for roleplaying and exploration. The fourth was for Furries, which Mercedes was good with, not knowing what that was about…and the fifth was about the exhibition; they combined the rooms so that it was big enough for others to sit back and watch.

When Mercedes asked, "Watch what' Santana and Quinn laughed and explained sometimes it was sex, sometimes people painted others naked, and sometimes it was a BDSM demonstration. It just depended on the room. SNIXX prided itself on being exclusive; you couldn't get in unless you were vetted and had to be escorted in by a current member.

Santana also had a no-violence rule; all the floors had a security room where they waited in case they were needed; she didn't want anyone to feel unsafe.

When Mercedes first heard about what Santana wanted to do, she called her crazy, but she supported her because they were best friends; that's what you did. She even invested and was a silent partner. Once she started making money, she realized Santana was on to something.

Smoothing down her wavy red locks, Mercedes sighed. Santana arrived just like she promised, and she had brought Mercedes an outfit because she knew that the woman wasn't going to pick anything revealing. Every Friday was a Theme night; tonight was a Sexy Masquerade theme, and Mercedes couldn't deny she was excited about it. The theme was something she could have fun with. And Santana knew it.

As the girls arrived to the hotel, they were all dressed in lingerie, but they added a dressed-up element to it. When Mercedes glanced at the clothes Santana had brought for her, and she decided you couldn't go wrong with black. So tonight she wore a Lace mesh teddy bodysuit with the same mesh garter belt and stockings. Adding a black elegant sheer floor-length robe with a satin belt, flared-out sleeves, and draped in fluffy marabou feather trim finished her look. Stepping into her open-toe black five-inch heels, she felt incredibly sexy.

Her mask was a black lace that covered her eyes and nose. Since the mask was tied in the back, she let her hair fall in waves down her back, allowing a few trendals to fall in the front. Her makeup was bold. Deep dark red lips and smokey black eyes. Santana and Quinn swore they would be the group everyone "wanted to fuck" when they walked in. And she was right; all eyes were on them as they made their way into the common room.

Quinn smiled. "I love making an entrance."

"It's the only way to enter a room," Santana added as a man in a half-face mask and black and white uniform walked over to them.

"Ladies, allow me to escort you to your booth, Madame Snixx; everything is all set up for you."

Santana smirked. "Good."

"Our booth?" Tina asked. "Aren't we going to the VIP area?"

Santana looked at them. "I wanted to be on the floor looking over my guests, so…."

The women stopped as they were led to stairs that placed them on what looked like a balcony. Santana stepped forward and smiled, looking down at her guests. Grabbing the microphone, she smiled.

"Welcome to SNIXX!" Everyone clapped, and she placed her hand on her hips.

Mercedes glanced around the common room, which was decorated like a Ballroom. Some people, like Rachel and Tina, wore full-out sheer gowns, and some women wore lingerie with nothing else. Some were like Santana and Quinn, who wore corsets with long flowy skirts with a slit right up to their hips.

The men were also a mix; some wore tuxes, others just fancy underwear, and some added robes to their underwear.

Mercedes searched the sea of masks and saw a few eyes on her. She didn't know why she felt self-conscious, but at the moment, she was glad that she was behind Santana and Quinn. Glancing out, she noticed a group of guys whispering as Santana pulled Mercedes forward.

"As per tradition for our Theme nights, I get to deem one special Newbie fairest of them all, and they will have their choice of suitors. Today, I have deemed this beautiful Queen the fairest of them all. She is going to say a few words, and I expect all you suitors who want a chance at this…beautiful, sexy new edition to Club SNIXX to lineup."

Santana handed her the Mic and whispered. "How you present yourself will determine who comes to you. Be a submissive mouse and get the eager Doms; be firm, Dominate, and get all the pretty subs at your feet. Or be a mixture of both and have your fill."

"San, I don't know…."

"Stop. Mercedes, you have never shied away from a challenge before; it's why you were a cheerleader and captain of the debate team. Show them who you are."

Mercedes rolled her eyes with a smile as a few people lined up to the stairs to greet her. She took the Mic and stepped up. "Hello, I am me-"

Santana shoved her gently, and she smiled, remembering she wasn't supposed to use her real name. "Guinevere and I am someone who likes control, but I like to be controlled too under the right circumstance; if you want to know more, show me what you got." She said and noticed the line getting longer.

Santana took her hand, led her back to the throne, and sat down as men and women came up the stairs. Quinn leaned in.

"I am gonna go look for my guest for tonight; he told me he would be wearing all black with a red mask and a rose."

Mercedes smiled. "Go; I hope he's amazing."

Rachel leaned into her. "Are you going male or female tonight?"

"You know I am 90 percent Male over here…minus that time in high school at the sleepover…and that time five years ago when we were all at the lake."

Rachel laughed. "The women here are missing out, that's for sure."

Tina snorted. "Stop flirting with her, Fanny, unless you get in line."

Mercedes laughed as she was introduced to the first few people. They were sweet and funny, but she didn't know if they were really her.

Sam had been sitting back watching the show when a group of women, well, he assumed all of them were women; their outfits made it seem so, walked in. He watched Mike tense up, and he looked at him. "You okay?"

"That one, the one in the Blue…I think that is who I am supposed to meet up with. She said she would wear blue with a White and Blue mask and a rose in her hair."

Mike gripped the rose in his hand. "Even from here, I can see she is perfect."

Puck leaned in. "Dude, wait until you talk to her, but damn, I wouldn't mind being a sandwich between those lovely ladies…."

A girl on the floor caught his eye as Santana spoke, and he smirked. "I think I found someone interesting, at least. The girl over there in the pink, and she could be fun."

Artie shook his head. "I want more than fun tonight and need to be dominated."

Sam smoothed down his tux. All the men decided to wear tux jackets and pants with no shirt and different color masks. Sam wore a white tux and added a gold and black tie and a Gold mask. He was proud of his abs and loved to flaunt them.

"I am gonna see what pinky over there has to offer," Sam said as he started to walk away from the guys. He almost made it to his target when he heard the woman talking say her name. Guinevere… he had yet to find anyone with that name. As she spoke, he looked up at her, eyes going to every curve in her body, and a smirk crossed his face. Mike came up to him.

"You good, Lancelot?"

"Yeah…umm, I am good…I think I am gonna head upstairs…." He said, walking towards them.

Mike smiled. "I was heading that way anyways; maybe I can help you get closer to the front."

"How are you gonna do that?" He asked, seeing the growing line.

As they walked closer to the stairs, Mike smiled, seeing Quinn walk down them. "Farrah?"

She nodded. "You must be Charming."

He handed her the rose. "That I am. It's a pleasure to finally meet you in person."

She smiled. "Same…who is your friend?"

"This is Lancelot, and he has requested to meet Guinevere; as they are fated to be together."

Quinn laughed and nodded. "I think I can make that happen. Come with me."

Leading them up the other side of the stairs, they stayed back as she spoke to Santana and then to Mercedes. Mercedes looked at Sam and then nodded.

"She is willing to give you a few minutes, but you better wow her; no one has so far."

Sam nodded, walking over to her.

"Pleasure to see you here, Guinevere; I am surprised Authur let you out of his sights without my protection." He said in his Country accent.

Mercedes's lips quirked up, points to him for knowing the lure. "It was an oversight on his part, but I see you are here to rectify that?"

"But of course, I can't have you roaming around; anyone could try to steal you away, Darlin'." He went on.

"Now, we can't have that…how exactly do you plan on protecting me, dear Lancelot?"

Sam moved closer to her. "How about you send all these others away and let me show you exactly how I protect those I deem important enough." He moved closer, sucking at the base point of her neck, causing her to gasp.

"I think I have found my suitor for the night." She announced to a bunch of groans.

"Guinevere has spoken, and Lancelot will be her suitor for tonight, and I have the perfect room for you two," Santana said. Everyone dispersed, and Santana pulled Mercedes up in front of the seat and led her and Sam to the elevator. She handed Mercedes a key and smiled. "This is by far the best room on the third floor, and I may have added a little surprise there for you. Have fun."

Santana turned but stopped. "If you upset my friend for any reason, I will cut your dick off and feed it to you, Lancelot," Santana said with a smile as the doors closed.

Mercedes laughed, shaking her head. "Always one with the threats."

Sam nodded. "I can see that. But she doesn't have to worry, and neither do you."

Mercedes shrugged. "This place is the one place I know I don't have to worry; everyone here has to pass a background check and be vetted before they are let in, and should someone crawl beneath the cracks, there is security everywhere, and I am a blackbelt in Ju Jitsu, so I am not scared."

Sam leaned against the wall. "I am liking you more and more."

"I have no doubt about that," Sam said as he eyed her; the woman was intoxicating, and he couldn't even see her face. Her eyes were telling, though, full of excitement and nerves. As his eyes traveled down her body, the elevator stopped, and the doors opened.

"Before you, Dariln'."

She smiled with a nod and walked off the elevator to the end of the hall where the room was. She noted only three rooms on this floor, not including the security suite. Opening the door, she walked in, seeing what looked like a genuine hotel suite, minus the sex toys on display on the wall. Walking further in, she saw a four-poster king bed with posts for cuffs.

There was a table in front of her with various fruits and a chocolate fountain. Picking up the note, she smiled.

Guine, have fun trying new things; I better not see you the rest of the night unless he's a dud, then we will find you a new one.

Mercedes put it down and turned towards Sam. "So…is this your first time?"

Sam leaned across the door, folding his arms across his chest. "No, it's not, but I can see it's your first time. If this isn't your thing, we can just sit here and talk or watch movies. I'd say we can use our phones, but they took them."

Mercedes shook her head. "No, I am here for a reason; I am just…." She trailed off, trying to run her hands over her face but hitting her mask. Adjusting it, she laughed, "This is crazy; I mean, does the mask really do anything?"

"I find it creates an air of mystery." Sam smiled. "And unless you are sure you want the other person to know who you are, it's good to keep things…sexy and fun."

"Yes, it does that, but this is essentially a sex club, so how can you do anything with it on? Won't you forget and take it off or something."

"You don't take it off at all. It's one of the rules, and you don't want to break the rules."

"Oh? She challenged. And do you have rules that I don't want to break?"

Sam could see what she was asking, and he stood a little taller, but he also felt like she might just be like everyone else. "You don't break my rules, or you get punished." He said firmly.

Mercedes smirked. "Punished…and how would you punish me if I broke them?"

"Yes." He said, moving closer to him. "I don't like being ignored."

She nodded. "Just because I don't do what you want doesn't mean that you are being ignored."

Sam stepped closer to her, backing her against the table. "That's exactly what it means."

Mercedes swallowed, her breast heaving as she felt her body temperature rise. This side of Lancelot was very sexy. And it was turning her on in ways she had never felt before. "Maybe I want to be punished." She said, staring at him.

Sam moved closer to her, bending down to her ear. "Tell me you want me, Guinevere." He whispered.

Mercedes moaned, biting her bottom lip as she shook her head, looking up at him. Sam kissed a trail down to her pulse point, sucking and then licking the spot, then kissed back up to her ear.

"Tell me, you want me. Now." He said firmly.

Mercedes shuddered. "I want you."

Sam smirked. This was going to be fun.

It's gonna be fun indeed!