Free TogetherinCyn by Jennifer Kacey

squealed.
    “And this is Jenna,” Nick sighed as I was pulled out of the
elevators and turned this way and that.
    Instinctively, I dug in my heels but she continued her
perusal. Red laces on a black corset caught my eye as I managed a weak,
“Hello?”
    The sprite of a woman gave me a quick squeeze and then held
me at arm’s length. I had hoped for a hag. You know, stringy hair, missing
teeth. Someone you didn’t have to measure yourself against. No such luck. She
was stacked and the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen in my entire life. She
beamed at me for some reason and it made me a bit suspicious.
    “I can’t wait to make you into the biggest wet dream either
of those boys has ever seen.”
    Well, okay then.
    Nick chuckled behind me. “Good luck.”
    No clue if he was wishing her luck or me but I had to
convince my middle finger not to show itself to him as he stepped back inside
the elevator. I beseeched him for help but he never took his eyes from the
woman beside me. Not that I could blame him. She was beautiful and if I were brave
enough to try some girl-on-girl action, she’d be the kind of person I’d pick.
    “And you’re Jenna?” I questioned as she turned us both
around and wound her arm through mine before ushering me down another hallway.
    “Yup, that’s me. Consider me your fairy BDSM godmother,” she
responded with a toothpaste-commercial-worthy smile. Her jet-black hair hugged
her face, with each strand molded to fit her cheekbones. The corset she wore
accentuated her large chest and narrow waist and perfectly matched her skintight
leather pants. She stood at least four inches taller than me and her shoes
accounted for all of it. Badass black stiletto goth boots laced up her calves
with sparkly red laces that matched her corset.
    “Where exactly are we?” A few closed doors cut into the
light-brown walls but I couldn’t tell a thing about them. They could contain
virgins ready to be taken, or a mop.
    “Sorry Nick couldn’t take you on the tour. I told him to
bring you straight up here because I couldn’t wait to meet you. The guys said
I’m supposed to get you ready and you aren’t supposed to leave my area until
they came to see you.” She said it with a knowing smile and a wink that
confused me. I couldn’t get a word in edgewise. “We’re on the fourth floor out
of five and these doors are offices. The elevator is a bit sluggish but it adds
character, I think. Most of the other employees are out and about most of the
time so it’s supply storage, but mine, Nick’s and Jackson’s work spaces are up
here too.”
    I tried not to like her but she was so welcoming and I
hadn’t expected that. I decided to let my guard down a bit and see what
happened.
    “Hey, how many employees are there and what do you do up
here all night?” I asked, completely stunned at how big the place was. I had
been expecting a two-story, somewhat residential structure but what they’d done
to the space gave it a feeling of warmth. Plus, they had said it was twelve
thousand square feet.
    “A dozen if you count the part-time bartenders. You came in
on the bottom level, which houses the garage, obviously, and private Library
playrooms. The second floor houses most of the open areas for the club. The top
floor, which only J and C have access to, is their private residence.”
    She stopped at a door, extracted her arm from mine and
swiped a red card through another reader. It turned green after she pressed her
thumb to some type of pad. She pushed the door wide and my mouth fell open. It
reminded me of Ivana Trump’s closet—on steroids. My entire second floor would
fit in half the space.
    The walls were a pure-white color with deep-red accents like
my private space and I couldn’t help but fall a little bit in love.
    My palms itched to caress the racks and racks of shoes,
which sat from floor to ceiling and filled one wall completely. Another wall
held several rows of clothing. My insides flared to