Club Cliche (Part One)

Mary-Anne caressed her body as she moved on the dance floor; it was kind of cliched looking for a fuck in the club. But she was looking for something special. She was hoping it would be easy to find her considering people all come here with goals, to get drunk, to get high, to be popular, to screw. She had seen and tried her fair share of it. Tonight was important, the months leading up until now and all the work she had done would be for nothing if tonight was not successful.

"You looking for company?" a voice asked from behind her, and she could feel someone's presence close against her body as she continued to dance.

"Yes and no," she said this as she flipped around to see the mysterious individual. "I'm looking for something, some would call it company. Some would call it release." The months leading to this night also consisted of research, she had been clubbing all over town, even to this specific one before. But she never realized the true secrets it held until she met someone online... that's for another time though.

"I see." The person that stood before her was handsomely androgynous and held a confidence that Mary-Anne could barely hold a candle to; they obviously knew what she was really insinuating. "Come with me." They turned away from her with a smooth grace and maneuvered through the crowd easily, though bodies swayed in their way every now and then they slipped between everyone like water cascading over them. Mary-Anne followed close by but with less ease, irritating and bumping people along the way. They get to the less dense part of the club, some seating close by the bar. There's two doors on either side of the bar, one of them has a bouncer standing guard, like the one near the VIP area and at the front of the club. The two of them walked to the door and stood before the muscular wall of a person standing guard.

"I have a lost soul, looking for an adventure," Mary-Anne's guide said this cryptically to the bouncer.

"Make your way in Sir." He moved and opened the door for the two of them.

"What's your name?" Mary-Anne blurted out. She was nervous for the next events. She had usually held a lot more confidence in situations compared to others but this was all new territory.

"In there I'm addressed as Sir Sayler, so that's all you need to know for now." Sir Sayler made their way through the door and up a flight of stairs.

Mary-Anne watched for a moment and then prompting from the bouncer made her hesitantly ascend the stairs. The door audibly shut behind her, in front of her she watched Sir Sayler disappear up the flight of stairs. Her mind made her rush to follow them closely by, and she felt trapped knowing she couldn't just turn and walk out the door but at the same time she wanted to see what was waiting at the top of the stairs. She looked around her new surrounding, hearing the same music playing as downstairs. There were different kinds of dancing bodies on this floor. Scandalously clad or no clothes at all, people were free to let their inhibitions go. "Is this what you were looking for?" Sir Sayler had turned and asked her this as the stood on a side of the room, viewing the show that was playing before them. All Mary-Anne could bring herself to do was nod.

"I'd like to see the guest book. Please." She said this quietly, her nerves still very much on edge.

"Someone's eager... and knowledgeable." Sir Sayler said this with a mischievous glint in their eye. "Alright then. Come this way." He grabbed her hand this time, not letting go of it as they make their way through another crowd of writhing bodies. Once again she was being brought to the bar counter, this time Sir Sayler pulled her off toward an open part of the counter that had the cash register on it and a slim black three-ring binder beside the register. It wasn't one of those cheap ones you had in school. It was a hard leather and had golden metal corners. "Take a look, find what you like. Someone will be here to take down your request. Our business here together is done for now. Have fun little lost soul." Sir Sayler was very matter-of-fact about their words and wouldn't let Mary-Anne speak. They turned their back to Mary-Anne quickly but then looked back at her for a moment. "You're in safe hands here now, if you ever feel unsafe or need help all you have to say is 'the room is turning blue' to anyone and they are then inclined to stop or get you help. People are permitted here on very strict rules and our employees here are trained to keep the environment safe, so please relax and have fun." They then turned away again and made their way into the crowd getting lost in the bodies and play.

"I figured tonight would be cliched, not full-blown Fifty Shades," Mary-Anne mumbled this to herself as she opened the book and took a seat at the counter.

"This place is nothing like Fifty Shades, and you'd be smart to not compare the two," a dark-haired muscular man said this from behind the bar.

"Sorry, it's my first night here... First night dealing with anything like this." As she said this she looked back to the room seeing the many people in different levels of clothing, all of them in some stage of play or a scene. "Thought I might just have a laugh." She was honest, not wanting to piss this man off more than she had, and he was obviously an employee and this being a whole new community she was trying to be a part of she didn't want to ruin her chances before she even got started.

"You didn't laugh," he said this with little tone in his voice.

"Yeah, I thought it was obvious we both thought it was a bad joke." Suddenly the man burst out in a hearty laugh.

"Oh, you really need to listen to Sir Sayler and relax. I'm just messing about, not upset. Though you really shouldn't bring up that piece of work here, there are people more sensitive." He laughed again. "You may call me Ty, welcome to Rapture House."

"Thank you I'm Mary-Anne." For a third time, Ty started laughing.

"It really is your first night in the BDSM world isn't it?" Ty asked her, when she looked up at him he seem to be looking down on her but the way he said that made her feel like a novice. She was of course, but she didn't want to be seen as immature or unskilled.

"I've been researching a lot," she defended with a harsh voice.

"Woah cool the flames little dragon, it isn't bad that you've never been to a club like this before. I was just commenting because it's a little funny to hear someone introduce themselves like that, in here. I guess other people would laugh at a lot of the names people give themselves here though as well." Mary-Anne quickly realized what he was talking about, he wasn't judging her, or demeaning her, she just hadn't thought of a name. She had read about it in her research, people often have different names for when they are in the BDSM environment or moment than their real names.

"I forgot about the name thing, I haven't thought of one," she confessed.

"You don't honestly need to, you should make a selection from the book. That will help you to learn what you're so eagerly researching." His voice was lower now, secretive and seductive. Another individual pulling her deeper down the rabbit hole. She finally opens the binder on the counter seeing the front cover is like the title page of a book, it's your debut to the Rapture House, the page after it had a written introduction. She read through it somewhat quickly and the page after it showed a table of contents, each page in the binder was numbered and there were names in the table of contents with page numbers next to them. Mary-Anne started flipping through the pages and her eyes grew wide realizing that this wasn't just a BDSM club for people to come and have fun in a safe space, this was a professional operation. Each section went over a particular person, what they enjoyed, what they didn't like, their specialties and much other information about them. "Anything catch your eye?" Ty's voice broke Mary-Anne from her thoughts and the book.

"You could say so..." She wasn't going to let him on too much; she was new here and she wanted only the person she chose to know what she wanted until she was ready.

"Have you been bothering this girl T?" A new voice brought Mary-Anne's thoughts from the book again. "Sorry it took me so long to get over here sweetheart, S had to come get me from one of the back rooms. I was taking care of another guest. But you are my main priority now, what can I get you tonight Miss?" The woman with the sassy attitude stood behind the register now, her voice was high pitch, and she had two long blonde braids running down her chest. It was now Mary-Anne realized that Ty and this woman wore the same outfit, black t-shirt, black jeans, black shoes and a thin black choker around their necks.

"I-I'm still deciding," Mary-Anne nervously blurted, the idea of making a selection made her a little dizzy.

"Seems like I'm not the one bothering her Lamb," Ty mocked the woman. Mary-Anne continued looking through the binder until she flipped to a page with a picture of tall and well-built man, his hair was wavy and chestnut colored and he looked like his whole body held a tomb full of secrets.

"I'll take him," her mouth spoke before her mind thought and she instantly felt her cheeks heat in embarrassment.

"You sure?" Lamb asked her.

"Don't scare the girl," Ty protested.

"It's her first time here you idiot and she's picking Master Keagan. I'm not trying to scare you, honey, he's just a very demanding partner for a beginner. I just want you to be sure, especially with the price tag for the full package." Lamb points to a spot on the page. Mary-Anne doesn't even look at it.

"Money doesn't matter, I came here with a purpose, I'm going to achieve it." She hands Lamb a black credit card from her small purse. She looks back to the book reading through some random trivia about her selection, they mainly included it to help with conversation and ice-breaking. She reads that he likes books and music. He enjoys spending time with his dog when he's at home, and he really likes diner food. There was more that she read on about as Lamb charged her card and passed it back. She then pulls out a thin packet of papers and places it on the counter before Mary-Anne. "You need to read and fill this packet out. Well, you're doing it, you're actually required to eat for this session, and it's included in the package. Ty will take care of that end of things of course. TY!" Lamb called for him sharply and he came over, standing close by her. "You done with that honey?" Lamb's hand is on the binder as she asks. Mary-Anne wants to read a little more, maybe look at that picture a little closer, but she just nods and lets Lamb take it.

"You've made a decision, fantastic! Now can you pick what to eat?" His grin teased his lips as he spoke, and he passed off a different metal cornered laminated folder cross the bar. Mary-Anne took it finally leaving her lusty trance. She opened the menu, choosing one of the specialty burgers and a top shelf whiskey. "Right away ma'am." Ty took the menu and bowed slightly then turned and left.

"We just need to you to look over the information carefully, and fill it out as detailed as you can. When your finished Ty will take it from you, I will then come and collect you when the room is ready. Just relax, and well take care of all of the extra," Lamb giggled lightly then turned on her heel. "I'll be back to see you in a bit." She left from behind the bar and slipped into a door nearby. Mary-Anne began reading as she was alone now.

At Rapture House we want our guests and doxies to have an enjoyable and safe time together, to achieve this we ask that each person establish their limits, rules, and kinks. Please do so under the line. Mary-Anne had read about this and had spent time looking into what she thought she liked, she had seen many videos and thought she knew her kinks. But she couldn't be sure having only been able to do a few alone... And things are different alone. She wrote down what she most confident in. She hadn't taken much time thinking about limits she had, or rules she wanted people to follow. She knew what she was against for sure, not extreme impact, or humiliation play. For sure no water sports, and nothing forced. So that's what she wrote, and she figured she would find her limits quickly with a new sex partner. She always did. Mary-Anne could tell that she swung more on the side of sub, so she didn't want to box in a dominant partner with her rules, but at the same time she wanted to be heard. She wrote down a couple things that she thought might be helpful once things got going. She looked over the page and there wasn't much written, but she felt like she had nothing more to add. As she flipped to the reading section Ty came back and dropped a basket of food and a whiskey on the rocks in front of her.

"Enjoy! The chef in the back is one of the best in town, and the whiskey you chose is one of the best in the country." He served her with a grin and leaned on the bar. It didn't seem like he was leaving anytime soon. Mary-Anne cut her burger in half and began reading.

"Is there something wrong Ty?" she asked him as her eyes waved over the long list of kinks that Master Keagan seemed interested and open to. It practically made her eyes jump out of her head.

"Not at all, I'm just little curious." He stood away from the bar and began polishing a glass.

"About?" Mary-Anne inquired as she moved down to the somewhat smaller list of limits, though they were quite more detailed than hers. She took a large bite of her burger, enjoying the nourishment. In honesty, she had left work right away and came here, not even stopping at home. So not only was this the first thing she had eaten in a while, but it was also one of the best burgers she had tasted in a while. She groaned in joy having a small mouth orgasm. She could already tell this place would be the death of her. She dug into her fries enjoying those just as much and washing it all down with the whiskey. This was one of the best meals she had ever tasted. She kept eating and munching away.

"You. I mean we get a lot of interesting people in here, flashing cash and brand new. But you seem different. I mean most of those people quickly realize this place might not be for them, you're still here. Technically I can't ask you why, but I can be curious." Ty laughed as he put the glass away and went to take someone's order. Mary-Anne finally got to Master Keagan's rules, which were also more detailed than hers, but they also seemed slightly more pliable.

Most rules from Master Keagan are set in place for the pleasure and/or training of the intended party. These rules are to be taken with much seriousness and the understanding that if they are broken than punishments will be put in place. Punishment is not just meant to be used as a tool for the Doms pleasure, it is meant for both parties pleasure but also mainly for the Sub to learn to follow these rules and that they are important. They are meant to aid in training to not be used as abuse.

From here on there is the list of Master Keagan's rules, Mary-Anne reads them carefully and notices a lot of them say Sub choice next to them. At the bottom of the page, it explained that those rules could be put in place, only by guest request. She looked through the rules again and tried to memorize a couple that she thought she would like or would be helpful to her, once she had decided she had, had enough time with the packet she called Ty back over.

"Here's this." She handed him the packet and he did another silly little bow. "And I need a refill." She shook her glass making the ice clink against the side of it. He quickly poured her another whiskey and ducked off somewhere with her forms. She finished off her basket of food and the second whiskey, but it didn't take much longer for Lamb to show up again.

"Ready ma'am?" She glanced at the empty dishes.

"Yes, I guess we better not make him wait.” She stood from the barstool, preparing for a night of... whatever may come.