Bound In Shadows

Vivienne

Walking down the black and gold steps of Eclipse I'm greeted by the dimmed space. The soft seductive music and moans of pleasure from the patrons already here. As I reach the bottom, the space comes into view.

The paneled walls painted black are illuminated by a row of red strip lights that run the entire perimeter of the floor. Spaced evenly along the top of the wall are a series of golden sconces that cast a soft orange glow along the rest of the space. Throughout the center of the room are a combination of chandeliers lighting the room and steel bars attached to chains, designed to restrain a person to when the occasion calls for it.

In one corner, the dark oak bar is surrounded by people ordering drinks and chatting each other up. Each person in varying states of undress having just been engaging in some form of sexual activity, or getting ready to. Scattered about the rest of the room are a few red leather couched booths, some with small stages in the center, some with a mix of various bondage equipment and the rest with nothing but standing room.

I built the club to offer something for everyone. Spaces exhibitionists to show off, places so doms to tie up subs, private rooms for those who prefer it.

As I sweep my gaze across the room I take in all the people that are here. Most of the booths are full of groups of people, some engaging in sexual activity, some just watching the show on display around them.

I pause for a moment and take it all in, smiling inwardly to myself. It's been a few months since I opened Eclipse, but people have been flocking to the club trying to get membership, so much so we have a waiting list.

It's one of the only clubs like it in the city. A place where you can explore your deepest, darkest fantasies without fear of judgement or rejection.

Making my way over to my personal booth at the far end of the room, I stop by multiple groups and relish in the displays of dominance and submission. It makes me look forward to what's waiting for me later tonight. After a meeting to finalize the details of a new contract that is, something I can't let myself be distracted for.

I take a seat, letting myself sink down into the soft leather and cross one foot over my opposite knee. The leather of my pants groaning at the movement as my tight corset shifts to push my breasts slightly higher, accentuating their size.

My eyes scan the bar area looking for the bright pink hair that alerts me to the fact Mira is here. She's my right hand women for both the legal and illegal businesses that I run. By day she helps to manage the high end bars, clubs and restaurants that I own, and by night, she comes here and helps manage the club while facilitating the contracts I take on.

She knows just about every secret to me there is to know about me. A scary thought in itself, but I trust her with my life. Not only has she saved it on more than one occasion, but she's always proving to me why I can continue to trust her.

I nod in her direction as a hello the second I see her and she starts to make her way through the groups of people toward me. Her eyes trained on the floor the entire way over and I can't help the small chuckle that escapes me. She's one of the most flamboyant and out there people, but as soon as she sees someone engaging in even the most mild forms of affection, she gets nervous and tries to shrink away from it.

"Let me know as soon as they arrive." I say in a seductive purr, intentionally keeping the conversation vague. You can never be too careful what you discuss publicly in my line of work.

She nods in understanding before taking a seat and catching me up on the rest of the business. I learn about the new bartender we have that will be starting at Inferno in the coming days as well the the issues we're still having with our weapon and ammo supplier.

"I'm looking into the supply chain," she says, her voice going quiet. "I have an idea of what happening, but it's just a feeling."

I huff, not surprised at all that we're having issues again. It's not the first time, and I know it won't be the last. There is only so much you can do when you rely on a crime family for supplies.

"It's ok, it will be the Morello Syndicate. They're probably stocking up for another war or something."

Either that or they've already caught wind that a hit has been placed on Salvatore Russo's head. Which I don't say out loud, it would only make Mira more nervous about this whole job. I can't just use any old weapon or bullet from a store than can be traced back to me. Maybe this next contract I'll have to try out a few new techniques I've been meaning to explore lately.

Mira gives me a few more bits of information about our latest target before standing up and walking back to the staff area.

I sit in relative silence for a while, contemplating the job at hand. I knew it was going to be tough the minute I accepted it.

A hit against one of the up and coming members of the syndicate that supplies me with weapons and ammo. The same syndicate who have paid me well for previous jobs in the past that are too sensitive for them to risk getting their hands dirty on.

It's no small contact, and I'm risking everything by taking it on. It will be a death sentence for more than just myself if I ever get caught.

A short while later I get the signal that the client is here, right on time.

I watch as Mira escorts him to the dark room at the end of a long hallway the contains the clubs private play spaces. It's the room I always use to meet clients, I can always see them, but they can never see me.

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Damian

Walking into Eclipse is like nothing I've experience before. I've been at establishments like this before, but never here. This place is membership only, and it takes months of being on a waitlist just to get one.

Thankfully, I finally managed to get one because of this meeting. Despite only receiving the call a few days ago, I've heard a lot about Eclipse, but I would never have expected the sights and sounds I'm greeted by. The slow hypnotic music, the dark lighting that's a combination of deep reds and warm oranges, the erotic gasps and soft moans of sex.

It's almost too much. But I can't stop watching.

My eyes catch on a couple who walk right in front of me as I reach the bottom of the steps. A women who's wearing tight leggings with knee length high heel boots and a black leather harness showing off her full breasts. She's leading a completely naked guy through the club on a leash. His hands are tied behind his back in what appears to be an intricate rope harness, the rope crossing his body is a work of art. His cock stands at full attention, looking so red and swollen like he's on the edge of exploding.

It's not something I'd usually be interested in, but I'll be damned if I can take my eyes off it. Something stirs inside me at the sight and I feel my own cock starting to swell up behind my suit pants. Maybe one day I'll explore the dynamic I think to myself before shaking my head. I don't need the distraction right now. I have a job to do. I quickly look away and survey the rest of the room, trying to banish the thoughts from my mind.

As I look around the rest of the room, searching for the contact I'm here to meet about the job, all I can see is groups of people engaging in various sexual activities. Some of it kinky, some of it vanilla and other getting off from just watching the show around them.

The bright pink hair I'm looking for stands out amongst the darker tones seen throughout the rest of the club.

"I'll take the darkest hour," I say to the women when she finally sees me waiting at the bar.

She turns around and grabs a few bottles off the shelve before mixing a dark gray colored cocktail for me. When she places it on the bar top, she leans forward and whispers for me to follow her in a voice that's so quietly I barely hear her.

I'm lead down a long hallway, the black and gray checkered flooring reflecting the lights above. The hallway is lined with a series of closed doors, which I assume are the private rooms. At the end of the hall and slightly around the corner sits a lone door, similar to all the others except for the fact it's slightly hidden from view. The only one like it.

As we approach the door swings open and I'm directed to step inside. The women who led here closes the door behind me with a soft click and I'm encased in darkness.

The hair on the back of my neck stand on end and I can immediately sense the tension and danger this room holds. I wonder if I was led amiss by the Romano Cartel. It wouldn't be the first time they've sent an unsuspecting representative of theirs off to an untimely death. I would know, I've helped cover up a few of them.

"See anything you like out there?" A sultry feminine voice asks from the shadows. "I bet you did, we have something for everyone here."

The voice stuns me for a moment. Nyx is a women? Nyx is the stuff of legends. One of the best assassins in the underworld. Nearly a hundred contracts completed and no one has even been able to trace who it is.

"A few," I finally respond, my voice sounding shaky with nerves I didn't realize I had. "But I'm here about my little problem."

I spend the next little while standing in complete darkness finalizing the details about hit the Romano Cartel want to place on rising member of their rivals. This kind of a job has the potential to start one of the deadliest wars the streets of Ravenwood have seen for a very long time. But it's a necessary evil to keep my client from going to prison. One that we're willing to risk a lot to make happen.

After we're done and I've agreed to hand over an obscene amount of money, I'm told to wait in this room for someone to come and fetch me.

I finally hear the women's heels click on the floor as they retreat from the space before the door behind me opens. I emerge from the room and back into the clubs main area, immediately heading to the bar for a drink. I need something to try and help myself relax and process everything I learned during that.

We knew this would be a big job, but fuck. I'll be copping an ear full when I inform the Romano's about the price. I let out a shaky breath at the prospect, but remind myself that they knew it would cost them. Hiring an assassin to take out a member of a rival family is never cheap.

Taking a seat at the bar, an old fashioned is placed in front of me, I spin around and let myself take in the sights of the club. My eyes catching on a women at the far end of the room.

I can't quite make out all of her features from this distance, the dim light of the space doing an excellent job at giving people the anonymity you would expect. But the way she stands there, towing over someone despite her smaller size captivates me.

Her thin figure hugged perfectly but her tight leather pants with bright red high heels making her round ass stand out. The tight corset top she has on is sheer in all the right places, showcasing just the right amount of skin to intrigue.

Her light blonde hair swinging side to side as she brings her hand down on the persons cheek. The sight of this women's control and dominance over another stokes a fire inside me, captivating me and turning me on in ways I didn't know possible. I usually go for more submissive types myself, wanting to be in control when I'm having sex. But there's something about the sight that I can't shake.

I have no idea who this women is, but something inside me tells me I have to find out.