Chapter 2 - Just a Normal Day

Honey

When I woke up this morning, it was just a normal day. Take a shower, eat breakfast, go to school. I helped mom get Brody ready and I dropped him on my way. He doesn’t need much help, he’s nine. He didn’t ride the bus because of the special project he took to school today. Mom went the opposite direction to her job. Simple and ordinary. No weird BDSM club on the horizon, oh wait, yes there was, I just didn’t know it yet.

When I got out of school, I went to my job. Brody would have taken the bus home from school and Mom would be home around five when she gets off work. She would make dinner. I get home around 8 and Mom has her date night with Moe. Brody goes to sleep. See? A well-oiled machine.

Only instead of getting ready for bed like I asked, Brody decided to jump off his top bunk bed pretending to be some super hero. His screams made my heart nearly leap out of my chest. I ran into his bedroom to find him writhing on the floor holding his arm. It was bad. A bone broke through the skin. I was so freaked out that I called an ambulance. I didn’t want him to hurt himself more if I took him to the emergency room myself.

I hated leaving him but I had to get Mom. She wasn’t answering her cell. I’m not sure if that is normal for a date night or not because I have never had to call her before. All I know is that she needs to get to the hospital. I don’t have any insurance info or anything. Besides, the paramedics wouldn’t let me in the ambulance, so I kissed Brody and told him I would meet him at the hospital.

Mom always leaves her contact info for date night on the kitchen counter in an envelope. I guess I always figured that was so it wouldn’t get lost. Now I realize that she did it for privacy reasons. Club Voyeur. That sounds a little ominous. I mean, it literally means to observe, but it is more specific than that. It means to watch sex acts. Which is what I will now be doing, I guess.

To make matters worse, I’m standing next to the absolute hottest guy I have ever seen. He smells really good too. His hand on my arm is gentle and he is explaining what I will see inside this room. I really, really don’t want to go in there. I am beyond embarrassed. I mean if I had met this guy at the college? Whoa, that would have been soooo great. Instead, I just want to go bury my head in the sand. Seeing as how my own sex life has been very limited thus far, I have a feeling that what I’m about to see will scar me for life. Or maybe scare me away from sex altogether.

I took a deep breath and nodded my head at Brandt when it seemed he was done with his explanation. He opens the doors and we walk in. I realize that I have been ignoring the sounds coming from inside for quite some time now. There are moans and screams and keening? I hear smacks, the sounds of chains clinking together, shouts and slaps. Oh man, oh man, oh man. This is happening and I will never be able to look my mother in her eyes again after this. There are smells too and I think the smells are just as embarrassing! Lord, give me strength. I’m so going to need it!

Brandt doesn’t let me go as we step inside. If anything, he holds me tighter. He has his hand on my arm, wrapped around my elbow. He’s pulled me really close. I don’t mind. If we were anywhere else, I would be so into it right now. The thing is, I think he feels sorry for me. They will probably smell the virgin on me in a place like this. I have to be strong.

I did what he said and made a mental picture of what mom looked like and what she was wearing when she left the house. Only, I wonder if she might have changed her clothes or currently be without them? I’m looking around finally. My brain is having trouble with all the sights and sounds. Brandt moves his arm to my waist. He towers over me. I feel very protected though, not intimated as you might think, I wish I was home, however, not here. Never here. I take a moment to hope this is just some horny dream. Except my mind never could have conjured up such a place. I never knew such a place existed until 20 minutes ago.

There are couches and chairs and tables and what is that woman strapped to? God, I’m trying not to think at all! Mom, where are you? I feel flushed and I want to close my eyes. To my left there is a woman bent over a strange table. She has hand cuffs on her wrists which are strapped to the table and she is yelling “punish me master!" while her master smacks her with a riding crop. To my right there is another woman lying over the lap of a huge man. He’s spanking her ass and her ass cheeks are beet red. Her moans tell me she likes it, but how could she? It looks so painful. We keep walking.

Next is some male-on-male pounding. I can’t call it anything else really. We keep walking. A girl goes down on another girl while a guy fucks her. That is all it is. Just pure raw fucking. None of this is how I imagined my first or any time to be. I always imagined someone being gentle and loving. Not shouts of “thank you, Sir!” reverberating through the room.

I caught a glimpse of a woman that seemed familiar. Her hair is the same color as my mom’s, and she is shaped in a similar way. The problem is, I haven’t seen my mom naked in years. The woman in front of us is on her hands and knees with a big cock in her mouth. I can’t see her face. I look at the man in front of her and realize it is Moe. He looks up at me at the same moment. His shock caused him to stand straight up, so I got an excellent look at his very large member that he just yanked from her mouth. It's now bobbing around at his sudden movement. I cringe. The woman before him, aka my mom, looks up at him in surprise, then looks back to see what he is looking at. Her eyes got big and round in shock.

I turned my head into Brandt’s shoulder. “That is her!”, I whisper-screamed.

My mind reels, I can never un-see that!!! Brandt seemed to understand, and I felt him motioning behind my back. He murmurs, I think into his earpiece. Then he slowly turns me around, telling me they will meet us out in the lobby. I keep my eyes closed now, my face buried in Brandt's shoulder. Hopefully, he understands that I can’t see any more of what is going on around me. My mission is complete. I don’t know how he does it, with so much going on around us, but Brandt never lets me go. He walks with me, my face on his chest and I never see another fucking person (or person fucking) or sex act as we leave the room.

Soon I am in the lobby again. I don’t feel so good. And I somehow conveyed this to Brandt. He takes me to an office and sits me in a chair. I feel shell shocked. I should be embarrassed because Brandt has been so nice and, I’m sure, has better things to do than babysit me. I feel the loss of his touch, but soon he is back with a cup of water. He bends to squat in front of me, to look me in the face. I’m sure my eyes are glossy. My movements are slow, sluggish. I don’t know how to get up and get out of here. My mind feels numb. But I do feel embarrassment for being such a baby about things. He's going to think I'm an idiot. I've made a bad impression on the most gorgeous guy I've ever seen.

I heard a knock at the door. My mom comes in. She looks fairly normal. The clothes she has on are definitely not what she was wearing when she left the house, but other than that, she looks like Mom. Not like some sex kitten getting used for Moe’s pleasure in front of a hundred other people only a few moments ago. Yikes. Never think that again!

“Honey, what are you doing here? Where is Brody?” She knew that I wouldn’t be here for something frivolous and got straight to the point. I feel a bit recovered thanks to Brandt. I looked him in the eyes for the first time and saw warmth in his. Curious. I didn’t expect that. My back straightens and I find the strength to tell my mother what happened and where Brody is right now.

“You weren’t answering your phone, so I came here. This very nice man helped me.” I smiled for the first time. He returned the smile, still kneeling in front of me, taking care of me.

My mother looked skeptical, but I knew, she was also worried about Brody. She was ready to leave for the hospital right away. “Okay, well I’m going. Moe will take me. Will you follow us?” She asked, as if I hadn’t just pulled her off of Moe’s dick five minutes ago. Jeez, how will I ever get that image out of my mind when I look at her, them?

Brandt answered to my surprise. “I will make sure she gets to her car safely. She has had a bit of a surprise tonight and needs a minute to recover.”

Understatement of the year! The decade maybe.

My mother nods her understanding, murmurs a thank you and leaves the room. I catch a glimpse of Moe in the hall, now fully clothed, thank God. He gave me a brief nod and followed my mother.

I leaned back in my chair. I know I should be going. I have to get up and go to my car and drive to the hospital. I tell myself all these things, but I just sit there with Brandt. He moved to the chair next to me, his arm touching mine. I have nothing to say. Not one of the things I saw tonight has translated into words in my head yet.

Finally, Brandt breaks the silence. “What you have seen tonight is a lot. I can tell that you are having trouble processing it all. Being thrown into that room with no build up and no prior warning is a shock to your system. I can try to make it easier for you and answer any questions you might have.”

I looked at him again. He is so masculine, muscled, well put together. A perfect male specimen. If I have a type, it’s all about him. He’s been so gentle with me. I would love for him to be my first time if he uses that gentleness and warmth I see in him right now.

I can’t seem to stop thinking about sex. This place is all about sex but a side of sex that I never knew existed or expected to see. Brandt owns the place, so he must also do those things to the women he has sex with. Oh my, now my mind is wandering to a whole different place. Brandt, bending me over his lap, spanking me. Would I moan or cry?

Time to go! But first, I do have questions….

“Brandt, thank you for your help tonight. This has been a very awkward situation for me, as I’m sure you realize. I never even imaged that such a world existed. Thank you for helping me to navigate it for my family emergency.” I looked at him, really looked at him. I knew he was out of my league. I knew I would never see him again. I wanted to convey my gratitude but also my sorrow that this was the end of us, even though there has not even been a beginning.

“I will ask one question, even though I have many. I really do need to check on my brother. For my own peace of mind.” He nods. I hesitated only a moment, his kindness making me bold.

“Do you have a girl that you bring into that room?” I asked him. Unfortunately, I could imagine him there, half dressed, doing naughty things to a woman and her liking it. I couldn’t un-see those images in my mind, and now I was seeing him doing them. What the hell happened to me tonight?

Brandt took my hand unexpectedly. I don’t think he expected that type of question. He probably thought I would ask him to explain the whole BDSM concept and, while that is a good question, I really want to know about him.

He looked as if he was thinking over how to answer. After a moment, he looked me in the eye and asked me a question instead.

“I do not have a girl at the moment. Would you consider coming back and filling that role?”

What the what? Mind. Blown.