Kierra

The curtain getting pulled aside is almost an instant anti-climatic experience, as it just leads directly into a hallway. Stepping into it there's a choice of going left or right, each direction having several doorways. Each looks to be marked, a different sign labeling it clearly so there's no mistaking one room for another. The ones clearly seen from here are to the right and are the bathrooms.

To the left is where the tiny doll woman leads us, perfectly comfortable in her latex wear and filmy skirt swishing about her legs. Could almost go for pixie, but there's a creep factor there that's all doll.

We pass a couple of doors, I don't pay attention to the nameplates though as I want to make sure I know where I'm going and how to exit. Scents tickling my nose have the hair at the back of my skull prickle and itch. Each door has music playing from behind it, the one she stops at is no different. While the hallway isn't massive, it is on the wide side, able to have two, maybe three people able to walk shoulder to shoulder down it if they're thin. Not overly bright either, but everything is clear and visible.

The doorway we stop at is wider than the others. Instead of a single, it's a set of double doors. Lady Sapphire smiles at me as she takes hold of the handles.

“Usually you wouldn't be able to get this far without signing our limits contract first, but since you have Benjamin accompanying you, he is responsible for you beyond this point. Past these doors, no one is allowed to touch you unless given consent by your Owner. Same goes vise-versa as I'm sure you are aware.”

I nod since it seems to be expected of me, but I'm still stuck on the whole 'Owner' part. Benjamin is right behind me, I can feel his presence as he lingers close. Not quite hovering, but close. Also feel his waiting for my objection to what she said, but when it doesn't come, he relaxes.

With a broad smile, the Mistress opens the doors to reveal louder tunes playing within. Thin, vaguely see-through curtains cover the way forward, but when opened my eyes widen. Taking the sunglasses off to get a better visual, I look around at the various states of people.

"You have beautiful eyes, you shouldn't cover them."

Blinking at the smaller woman, I give her a smile.

"To be honest, I forgot I was wearing them."

She smiles and looks toward someone calling for her. Excusing herself, she leaves us and sashays toward a couple playing on some machine. Even up front people were in various layers or lack thereof, but it was much more conservative, back here...much more skin is bared.

Most are still in some semblance of 'covered' when it comes to genitals, but just barely. My eyes take in the dog kennel cages, a couple of them inhabited by troublesome pets, while others are on one of the various spanking horses. There are hanging cages as well, where a few are dancing to the delight of some onlookers.

Sounds of skin and flesh meeting one another fills my ears, the wet slapping also from various paddles and crops. My whole body flushes in a blush, the scent my nose had been picking up now making sense, my curiosity of everything keeping me from looking away. The Vampire has me moving over to stand against the wall and out of the way.

The middle of the room is sunken, steps leading down into a pillowed area with a couple writhing bodies. At first my eyes hurriedly look away, but they get drawn back when a body is raised. My first assumption of what had been going on totally wrong when I get a better look, the two wrestling figures working at topping the other for a set amount of time to be declared the winner.

So caught up in looking at the different devices people are on and playing with, I miss the ones looking at me. A touch to my cheek has me jumping, the music hiding the small yelp that escapes. Benji smiles, cold knuckles feathering down my jawline.

"Even in low lighting, your skin glows red. The heat radiating from you is enough to warm me standing two feet away."

Swallowing hard, I look up at him as he moves to stand in front of me. Blue-green marbles look at me from inches away as he closes in, face descending to my own. Feeling like a deer in headlights, I freeze in place.

"Your heart is thundering in my ears. I can smell your blood, did you know that? You're blushing so intensely that it is rising to the surface."

His cold nose touches along my right cheek as fingers caress my left. Reaching out to steady myself, one hand goes to his chest, the other on his hip where I dig in. A soft, low moan sounds at my throat before his lips touch down.

"I think the smell of sex in the air is going to your head. Remember why we're here Benjamin."

The air indeed, is cloying with all the different scents, thick enough to taste. Feathered touches move along my neck, pressing the side of his face against me and rubbing. I'm being scent marked. How lovely.

"Oi, Mr. Pussycat, no drowning. Hold your breath and pull away. Wouldn't want to have to resort to violence, now do we?"

Could kick myself for forgetting that his closeness to me seems to make him drunk. The bond created from my calling his animal and making his attitude towards me change. His possessiveness from the males around me at home.

"Violence sounds like just the thing..."

His lowering voice is ended by his lips pressing into the side of my throat. My heart thumps hard as my mind starts to whirl in nervousness.

"Benjamin, you chance exposure here. We don't want that."

My heart skips a beat when his tongue swipes across my skin, ripping a small gasp from me, so I dig nails into his hip and chest. He groans, body shivering as he presses closer. Already against a wall, I can't retreat anymore than I had previously.

Insides turning to mush isn't helping either, feminine heat pooling low. Hair follicles all over my body raise when his teeth scrape across flesh. Have to swallow down my own external sounds before I can embarrass myself any more.

"Benjamin, you have to stop. I don't want to hurt you."

My hand is pressed between us since he moved closer, well hidden, I grow claws that pierce through his top and into skin. Cool hands slip under the corset at my sides, that more than anything makes me panic. A small note of denial escapes me, claws digging into his chest hard as my hand at his hip starts digging in as well.

Slipping into his head, I yell his name and plead with him to back off before we call attention to us. Keeping my eyes closed, I turn my head towards him, trying to force him away. At my shouting in his mind, he does raise his head a bit.

At least enough to not be touching me, which is an improvement. I keep my claws in him though, just in case. Then my fear spikes as a body moves up next to us and speaks softly.

"Benjamin, you haven't said hello. So rude. I think the wolf wants you to back off, love. If you need to feed, I can provide for you so exposure isn't an issue."

The Vampire’s head raises more, enough so that I can turn and see who's speaking. Can't see a face yet, but the bare chest reveals a male. Inhaling, images much like Chandrika's fill my head, with scents of a far off land that I've never been to. Hyena.

"Renee."

I get the impression of a smile before Benji finally raises his head enough for me to see. The new male is indeed smiling, kind brown eyes glance over me quickly, finding no bite. The smell of blood is present though, thanks to my claws.

"You steady, pussycat?"

My question is soft but firm. None of the shakiness I feel present in it. He nods, standing more upright. Not flinching at all when I pull my claws free of his flesh.

Frowning while my claws recede, I look over the damage.

"I ruined your shirt. I like this shirt."

Smirking, my Vampire grabs at it and lifts it over his head.

Dear Goddess, give me strength.

Fully revealed, his pale tattooed skin gleams. My eyes travel downward, breath catching. Forgot he and Xavier have something in common.

Well, they have a few things in common, at least. Both are very well endowed, long-bodied, and both sport a very nice set of abs. An 8-pack that anyone would be envious of.

Catching my attention, the new male hands me my sunglasses.

"You dropped these, Hun."

Swallowing with a bit of difficulty, I take them. Gaze goes back to the chest that has ruby trails, five punctures spaced above where his heart is. The holes are already closing, disappearing as if never there to begin with.

Lifting his arm, I look at his hip. Blood has pooled at the waistband with no injury in sight. Not sure if I would consider that good or bad.

How messed up is that? Was upset that I'd marked one, yet put off by my marks not showing on another? I'm so messed up. Letting his arm go, I duck back into the wall. Benjamin's blood scent fills my nose, poking at the bloodlust within me.

"Renee, right? Is there a bathroom around that I can run to real quick?"

Tearing my gaze away from the Vampire in front of me, I look to the animal at my side in almost a pleading manner. He nods, pointing to one of the doorways opposite the wrestling flesh pile. Not looking at either male, I head towards it without preamble.