Noah led me to a table in the corner.
“Aren’t we going to your room?” I asked, surprised that he wanted to sit out here.
“Oh, make no mistake, Charlotte, you are going to be taken back to that room. You have been very reckless, and your behavior will have consequences.”
Before he could elaborate, a girl appeared before us, her dark blonde hair pulled back in a sleek bun, her body tight and toned. She looked airbrushed and spray tanned, her body glittering under the lights.
“Can I get you a drink, sir?” she asked, her gaze pointed toward the floor.
“Water,” Noah said.
She nodded and walked away. Her tiny gold skirt barely covered her ass, and her cheeks flexed under the shiny metallic material.
“Why did she call you ‘sir’?” I asked, irritated.
“She’s a slave.”
“So? She’s not your slave.”
“The slaves who are not purchased at the auction become property of the club. They are instructed to refer to all patrons as ‘sir.’”
“And they serve drinks?”
“Yes, among other things.”
“I didn’t like the way she was looking at you,” I grumbled.
“She wasn’t looking at me at all.”
“Exactly. She wanted to make it clear that she’d allow you to dominate her.”
“She’d allow anyone to dominate her.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean that she exists to please anyone who wants her.”
“Anyone?”
“Yes.”
“What if she doesn’t want to?”
“She’s given her consent to be used by the club for any way it sees fit. And that includes by its members.”
“So basically what you’re telling me is that anyone who wants to can fuck her?”
“Anyone who wants to can use her for their own pleasure.”
The girl returned then with our water, setting it down on the table in front of us. Her face was eerily beautiful, her eyes big and blue. She had the thin, angular look of a model or a starlet. She couldn’t have been more than nineteen or twenty.
“Is there anything else I can do for you, sir?” Her voice was soft and submissive, her intent clear.
“That will be all,” Noah said, and she scurried off.
My water had been served in a silver goblet filled with crushed ice. It had a smooth, crisp feel in my hand, and I marveled at the rules of this new world, where men could use young, beautiful women in whatever way they deemed fit. It was just another way I had to compete with for Noah’s attention.
I sipped my water as we watched the scene on the stage.
The schoolgirls had been replaced with a woman dressed in a blue-and-white checked hospital gown.
The stage had been set up with props – a folding table in the corner, medical equipment hanging from a rolling cart.
A man entered in a white doctor’s coat, and began asking the woman on stage a series of medical questions.
I shifted on my chair as he began examining her, pushing her gown to the side and roughly handling her breasts.
I watched as the girl struggled a bit, trying to push the doctor away.
“Trust me,” he said. “I’m a medical professional.” He grabbed the girl and ripped her gown away, pushing her down roughly on the table.
My breathing became labored, my cheeks flushed.
Noah was watching me carefully. “Does that turn you on, Charlotte?”
I shook my head no.
The side of his mouth twitched up into a devious grin. “Really? Because you seem flushed.”
He stood up and moved so that he was standing in front of me.
“What are you doing?” I asked as he opened one side of his jacket so that it was blocking us from the view of the club.
“Finding out if you’re a liar.” His hand pressed between my legs, rubbing over the outside of my bodysuit. His grin became more wicked. “Why, yes, Ms. Holloway, I do believe you’re lying.”
I crossed my legs, embarrassed.
“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about, Charlotte.”
“I’m not… I mean, it’s not the medical stuff.”
“Is it her struggle?”
I nodded and then looked away, embarrassed. How could something so disgusting, so repulsive excite me?
“Look at me,” Noah commanded.
I looked up at him, standing there in front of me, so strong and beautiful.
He leaned down and kissed me. “Never look away from me in embarrassment. Everything about you is beautiful, every thought, every desire. Do you understand?”
I nodded.
He stood back up and took my hand. “Come on,” he said. “It’s time we had some fun of our own.”
***
When we got into his private room, he shut the door softly behind him and removed the cuff from around my wrist.