Chapter 1 - Club Voyeur

This story may be triggering for some. It does have bad language, dark sexual themes and scenes in a bdsm club. Please beware.

Brandt

"Boss, I've got a young lady out here that says there is an emergency and she needs to get her mother from inside the club.” I heard this in my earpiece. It’s Wednesday night and well, never a dull moment in a BDSM club, no matter what night it is.

“Let her into the lobby. I’ll be right out.” I answered the bouncer. My security office is just steps away from the lobby. I strode out in time to see a beautiful young girl walk in. I watched, as if in slow motion, as she made her way to the customer service area. She flung her hair over her shoulder in a very feminine way. Was she flirting or trying to be a tease, as most of the women that came here acted? I wasn't sure. Sex appeal oozed out of her but she almost seemed oblivious.

I could tell she was just my type although a little younger than I usually like. She was dressed simply in jeans and a t-shirt. Tall and lithe, perhaps an athlete. Her breasts were large, ripe and her waist was small. Her legs were long and delicious. Long, silky brown hair was shinning in the dim light, and I was looking forward to seeing her eyes, which were currently in shadow because of the dim lighting.

She looks around the dark lobby, nervously. I wonder what she thinks happens here, beyond those doors to the inner sanctum. The wall sconces flicker as if they have real candles in them. The doors at the end of the corridor beckon those with all manner of kinks. Those doors are kept closed so that people from the outside can't see what is going on inside. No, for that you have to pay for the privilege. We let patrons in one at a time, like any other club. Except those who pay to be VIP. They are allowed in as long as we haven't reached capacity. Someone stands at the door with a counter. We often fill up even on a week night.

I take a moment to memorize how she looks right now, then quickly walk to her before she has time to wander around. I have a feeling this is her first and possibly last time to come here.

“Good evening, I understand you are searching for someone?” I put my hand on her elbow and guided her to the side, out of the way of other patrons coming and going. Also, out of earshot. The regulars could be very nosey.

We halted under one of the flicking lights and I saw her eyes for the first time. They are pale blue and so striking that I lose my way for a moment, mesmerized by her icy stare. She begins to speak, and I notice that her eyes aren’t icy but teary. She had obviously been crying. She is really shaken and needs my help. I focus on my “friendly helpful” mode and not “my will you be my next sub” mode. My cock needs to stop twitching.  Although in this place, I’m used to sporting a semi.

“I’m so sorry to bother you,” she began. Her voice is like a melody and I love this tune already. “My mother is here. I’ve tried her cell phone, of course, but she has not answered. My little brother is headed to the emergency room, and she needs to meet the ambulance there. Could you please help me find her?” She pleads with her words and her eyes. I want to get lost in those eyes. I really wish she had been here for an entirely different reason.

I understand the urgency and allow my mind to quickly figure out how to find her mother in the sea of bodies already behind the doors to the inner sanctum. There is one big room for public displays and many smaller rooms, nooks, crannies, lots of private places to play. So many corners to search. It was designed that way for many reasons. None of those reasons make searching for one person easy.

“I am happy to help. Time seems to be of the essence. I do not have a way to make an announcement to the whole building. I can take you through to search the main room, but we have many private rooms that we would be unable to search as they are private for good reasons.” I said to her. I wonder how she will feel and react once she sees what goes on in there. I have a feeling the innocence surrounding her will be broken down a bit. Strangely, I mourn the loss of that for her.

While I do indeed love breaking in a new sub, this isn’t how I go about it. I think under normal circumstances, this fresh young lady would never have set foot inside my club.

“Perhaps if your mother is a regular, I might know her or any of her friends? That way I can send some men in search of her, and you can just stay here.” This sounds like a great plan, keeping her out here and keeping her virtue intact. I can be quite the gentleman when I so choose.

“Well, I thought of this already. Her name is Roberta, but I believe she may use an alias here? I heard her mention it once but I don't know what name she uses.” Dammit, she’s right, and why didn’t I think of that?

“Perhaps you know the names of any gentleman friends?” The guys were more likely to use their real names, but sometimes they don’t either.

“Her boyfriend is Moe. He may go by Larry or Curly. He loves The Three Stooges.” I guess she really has thought this through. I do know a couple of Larry’s and one Curly, but no one named Moe comes to mind easily. I try to remember if I have seen any of them tonight though.

I called over a couple of guys from my security team. “What does your mother look like? What does Moe look like? It looks like we will be searching the club.” I turned to my employees’.

“I need you fellas to listen to this lady’s description of her mother and her boyfriend. This is an emergency and time is of the essence.”

Looking a bit nervous, the young lady explains the descriptions of the two people we are looking for and the names they might go by. The security guys go first. They are going to search down one side while I take her to another. I lead the girl over to the door by her arm. I feel the need to explain some things before we go in.

“May I ask your name and age?” I realize we were never introduced, and now I’m going to be leading her through a room full of people having sex or performing sexual acts. She needs to be of age.

“My name is Honey and I’m 19. What’s yours?” She asks, obviously raised to be polite.

“I’m Brandt, the owner of this establishment,” I said proudly. “Now, a couple of things before we go inside. If you have never been to this type of club before, you will see many people engaging in sex acts. This is all consensual, so if you see some questionable things, do not worry. The ones involved are all liking what is happening.” I try to gauge her understanding of what she will be seeing, but she’s a blank page. I can’t tell what she is thinking or feeling.

I continued, “It might be a good idea to not look anyone in the eyes. Get a good mental picture of your mom and Moe. Then look for them and don’t think too much about what is going on around you.” I think that this all the time I have to explain what is going to happen next.

I opened the double doors, and we walked into the inner sanctum of Club Voyeur.