Primal Impulse (COMPLETED!)

34. Grand

    Her absence had done little to ruffle her.  She was gone for maybe forty five minutes and came back dressed to kill.  All that time in the sex costume I called a maid uniform had made her less conscious about showing skin.   Dark blue silk hung from thin silver chains drapped over her shoulders and plunged down in a deep v.  When she walked, the fabric rippled with movement, showing me just how thin it was.  Her thigh parted a slit that ran up the left side in the front, exposing a tear drop diamond hanging from a silver chain, meant to keep the fabric from pulling away all together. 

    It was backless, completely, exposing the cream of her skin and the tear drop diamond that hung just above the swell of her perfect ass caught my eye.  She had accessorized with a silver bracelet and silver heels.  Her makeup was a sultry smoky eye unhidden by her hair that fell in loose curls from a low bun.

    I wanted to rip that thin fabric, break the chains and strangle her hair in my hands.  I took in her full look in under five seconds before going back to my asshole self.

    "I would tell you to stick with me tonight, to keep you safe.  But it won't anymore.  Don't touch me.  Don't speak to me.  Better yet, don't speak to anyone unless asked a direct question."

    "Yes Master Stoic."  Her eyes travelled down my body quickly, before resting at my feet.  Even after being intimate with her, she was still just as shy as ever.  A sweet innocent little girl who I ruined, and was going to continue to ruin.

    In the time it took her to get ready, I had devoured two slaves to the last drop, showered and dressed.  I should be drinking from her, should be taking as much of my blood back as I can, but I couldn't have any fun with her tonight if she was unconscious in my bed.

    I drove us there, running my fingers up and down her open leg.  I didn't have to worry about any one smelling her arousal from me.  No one would recognize the tainted aroma.  The more I toyed with her, the more restless she became.  Squeezing her thighs together, biting her lip and looking out the window.  Tonight was going to be delectable.

    Kohle and I had the newspaper set up a small article for us.  We took a few pictures shaking hands and cutting the ribbon.  It was all pretty obnoxious if you ask me, but he said it would help draw a crowd.  Word had spread fast that I had extended my Club into the neighboring city.  The line was thick and loud with people, waiting to get in. 

    Kohle and I stood at the door, greeting the first hundred, then followed in ourselves.  We split, covering more ground and I went to find Stacy.  I had her wait inside, not wanting her to be around for the first few acts as owner.  Kohle hadn't brought anyone with him as far as I could tell. 

    I found her, in the office where I asked her to wait.

    "Remember what I told you.  You are my slave and you need to act like one.  Blood be damned."  She nodded and we were off.

    She stayed a few feet away from me, out of arms reach but never out of sight.  I caught her staring at the performers, floating in the air, wrapping their bodies in silk as they bent in odd angles.  We stayed in the lounge for a little while.  I wanted her to warm up before we hit the private room.  The bar stayed packed and the couches and chairs were all occupied.  The performers were earning their keep tonight. 

    I watched as one tumbled down, rolling in the silk in a fast plummet before she caught herself.  The gasp of the crowd was so loud it overtook the music.  I glanced back at Stacy's wide eyes and open mouth and decided it was time to go to the private room.

    She followed me, and I made sure to slow down so she would walk closer.  I didn't want her near me, but I had to make sure the bouncers knew she was with me so she could get in. They didn't look my way once as the door slid open for us.  I walked down the hallway keeping the small distance between us. 

    The private room was much more unnerving for me with Stacy by my side.  Powerful and wealthy people congregated in this room and I didn't want her to be captured by any one of them.

    I headed straight for the bar and ordered an O and scotch, and a fruity drink for Stacy.  She was stiff with nerves and I couldn't have that here.  We sat in silence for a few moments, nursing our drinks when Kohle found me.

    "Great turnout tonight."

    His lips hinted at that ghost of a smile that never managed to quite show through.  This was him in a happy mood.

    "It is, I'm curious what the numbers will be compared to the opening night at Club Bare.  I think this place might give mine a run for first."

    It was not a bad opening, at all, but no where near close to how packed Bare had been.  The private room on the other hand was a little fuller than Bare was, but the night was still young.  I'm sure Kohle had something to do with that anyway.  It only made sense he would invite some of his friends and associates to check out the private room.  We had a one night free entry for the first week, you only had to be invited by a member.

    "This place might steal some of your clients."

    I had thought about it, and if someone had left Bare to come here, I was only losing half the money.  I had made it where it was cheaper to add on the limitless package to an existing member's account than it would be to buy another account here.  This way I would get all the money for the dues and just lose half on drinks and whatever else the client spent at the location.

    "It's not stealing if they never truly leave."

    Kohle's eyes glanced passed me to Stacy for a moment before turning back to me.

    "I didn't know you kept such entertaining company Stoic."