Chapter 64 - 64

Once again our outfits were rather conservative compared to all the other subs. Even compared to how little some of the other Doms were dressed. The outfits they had on were mostly leather or leather varieties. Although a few looked like they were just coming from work and were wearing suits and ties.

Despite having been there once before, my eyes were everywhere, and I couldn't take it in fast enough. I held a new appreciation for what was going on down here and every little part of it had me intrigued.

At the same time, I was slightly overwhelmed. I wasn't sure if I should stare or keep my eyes down and away from the scenes. It slowly dawned on me that most of these people wanted their play to be in full view of everyone. Once that was made clear I felt a lot less guilty about my nosiness.

I was grateful for the deafening music this time. The noise helped to drown out my gasps when I saw something that either horrified or aroused me. Moans and screams were the only sounds you could hear above the music, and they came from all around us.

After the third time of almost running into Lizzie's back, I was forced to my eyes forward as Jordan led the way slowly through the place.

Whenever Jordan stopped to talk to someone, I used those moments to look around without worrying about injuring myself or someone else.

My eyes got hooked on a scene off to the side. Lizzie caught the direction of my gaze and leaned over to whisper in my ear.

"That's Mistress Kara and that's her sub, Alex. He is being punished because he tried to pick a fight with another sub last weekend for use of the whipping pole. It was wild to see."

I was horrified at the idea of being whipped. I turned away and paid attention to the people that were approaching Jordan. They were a much older couple with wisps of gray hair curling around their heads and the crinkling laughter lines to match their age.

"Jordan, how are you doing young man?" The older gentleman said as he nodded to his wife who took her stance right behind him.

Obviously, she was a well-trained sub and I smiled shyly at her. I was greatly intrigued by her choice of outfit. It was a replica of a Las Vegas showgirl and, though it was intended for women much younger than her, she seemed to make it sparkle. She smiled unabashedly back at me, very much not shy about who and what she was. She kind of reminded me of my grandma and that thought had me smothered a giggle. It was a very amusing image of my combat boot-wearing grandma kneeling at my grandpa's feet.

Jordan and this gentleman talked for a bit about sports teams and politics. I found the conversation very boring especially since it was so noisy that I could hardly hear it.

I turned my attention back to the room unable to ignore the place even if I had tried.

Not far from where we stood there was a woman bent over a couch with a man behind her slamming into her violently and every time that she got close he would yank on a chain drawing a high-pitched scream from her. I realized the chain was attached to her nipples and I had to bite back a moan at the image of Reed doing the same to me. I stored that idea aside to remember to ask Reed when he got back.

I looked over at Lizzie to see what she was doing and noticed she was staring at the bar area. The man behind the bar had dark hair that was short and curly making it seem to cover his head like a fallen angel's halo. He wore a black vest just like Jordan's, but this man was completely decked out in leather whereas Jordan was wearing holey jeans. Though he was taller than Jordan, he was no less muscular and looked twice as dangerous. When I had first met Jordan, I had pegged him as something akin to a bodyguard. This man behind the bar looked more like a well-trained assassin.

"Who is that?" I whispered into Lizzie's ear.

Lizzie didn't answer me, but she was unable to take her eyes of the man.

As if he could feel that he was the center of our attention, the man looked up and locked eyes with Lizzie. His eyes were as dark as his hair and seemed to pierce the darkness holding Lizzie under his spell.

I was awestruck as Lizzie blushed and dropped her eyes immediately. As if sensing Lizzie's dilemma, Jordan looked over at her then towards the man behind the counter. The two men nodded at each other in a very familiar fashion.

Jordan immediately said goodbye to the older gentlemen he had been talking to then took our arms and guided us towards the bar area.

"Lizzie, as soon as we get to the bar you are to kneel at my feet. Mia, stand back off to the side and do not talk to anyone," Jordan instructed as he let go of our arms and led the way.

I nodded my understanding even though Jordan didn't wait for a reply, and I fell into step beside Lizzie. I watched as her eyes filled with worry and she reached a hand up and began twirling a finger around her hair. This was an extremely old nervous reaction that I couldn't remember seeing her do since we were teenagers.

I tapped her arm to get her attention and mouthed "Who is that?”

"That's Jack. I recognize him from a picture at Jordan's place."Lizzie whispered her voice almost trembling.

I turned my head forwards and squeezed her arm as we fell into step beside Jordan. I held myself back when we reached the bar as he stepped up and Lizzie dropped to her knees next to him as he instructed her. She seemed to have excellent form and I found myself jealous of her gracefulness.

"Jordan, brother.. It's been too long," the man said.