Well you never would have thought, Irvine Linaker thought, staring at the innocuous redbrick building. He paid the taxi driver, waited until the man drove off and then walked up to the corner entrance.
This was a nice neighbourhood. Further down the street he saw people, mainly old blood socialites, queuing up outside the Colonial Theatre. Looking the other way he saw the respectable stone façade of the Downington Hotel.
Linaker walked up a short flight of stone stairs and pressed a buzzer. A weather-beaten gargoyle looked down on him with a disapproving gaze.
"K.T. Exotics, how may I help you?" a voice crackled back at him, the sultry tones still clear despite the distortion.
"Councilman Irvine Linaker," he replied.
Linaker heard the bolts click back as the door unlocked. A buzzing sound prompted him to enter.
Linaker looked up at the gargoyle, winked and then walked through the door. On the other side was a plain corridor. To Linaker's right a small flight of steps led down to a small room. A group of rough looking men were playing cards around a table strewn with beer bottles and submerged beneath a thick pall of cigarette smoke. One of the men got up from the table and led Linaker to a lift at the end of the corridor.
"Fifth floor," the man said, closing the door behind Linaker.
Linaker felt a familiar tingle of excitement as he pressed the button and waited for the lift to rattle up to the fifth floor. This was the first time he'd visited this particular establishment and he was eager to find out if the snippets and rumours he'd heard were true. Nervously, he ran a hand through his short salt and pepper hair. He fiddled with his expensive silk tie.
The lift opened and warm air rushed in like a wave. The heat was a marked contrast to the cold of the first floor. Linaker felt like he'd been enfolded in a velvet glove. The air carried the exotic scents of strong perfume, sweat and a musky undercurrent of sex.
A tall, beautiful blonde girl greeted Linaker. She wore a black fishnet bodystocking that covered very little of her bronzed flesh. The voluptuous curves of her body radiated a raw, animalistic sex appeal.
"Welcome to the Succubus Boudoir, Councilman Linaker," she said with a melodious clipped accent. "We've been expecting you."
"A pleasure," Linaker replied. He possessed enough class to stare straight into her emerald eyes even though he longed to let his gaze linger over the luscious curves of her body. She was stunning, and Linaker was a man used to the company of beautiful women.
"Follow me," the girl said. "Mr Koontz has arranged for the VIP room to be at your disposal.
VIP, Linaker smiled. Exactly as it should be.
The walls were upholstered in soft black velvet and lit with an intimate red glow. Linaker's attention was caught by the paintings on the wall. They looked like the usual erotic depictions of kinky sex acts, but when Linaker looked more closely he realised the girls weren't human. They possessed horns, tails, wings and even cloven hooves.
"Unusual paintings," Linaker commented. He couldn't work out whether the demons' attentions were causing their victims pain or pleasure.
"Mr Koontz is a man of eclectic tastes," the girl replied.
"So I see," Linaker said. He'd heard rumours about that as well.
The girl took Linaker through a thick black curtain and into an open room. A brightly lit drinks bar curved out from the far wall. A girl with the lithe body of a professional dancer slowly gyrated around a long metal pole. Men in expensive suits sat on plush leather sofas, their arms around beautiful girls in revealing outfits. They didn't pay any notice to Linaker. Their attentions were either captivated by the girls next to them or by the girl dancing on stage. Linaker was not surprised. He was astounded by how beautiful the girls were.
Where had Koontz found them all?
"We only employ the best staff," the blonde said. She directed Linaker through another heavy drape and into a corridor lined with doors upholstered in plush red leather.
One of the doors opened and Linaker was confronted by a slim redhead wearing tight leather and a black mask. She smiled seductively before walking past in the direction of the bar. Linaker stole a glimpse into the room she'd exited as he carried on down the corridor. He saw a balding man imprisoned in stocks in the centre of the room. Two women wearing dominatrix outfits dripped molten candle wax onto his naked body.
"We cater for all tastes," the blonde girl said.
"My predilections run more to the vanilla," Linaker said. "I'm afraid you'll probably find me to be quite boring."
The corridor terminated in a door. The blonde unlocked it.
"That's nothing to be ashamed of," the blonde said. "Our staff are very proficient at anticipating their client's desires..." She glanced back at him, her eyes twinkling. "...and discovering new ones."
She pushed the door open.
"Here we are. The VIP room."
Linaker's attention was immediately drawn to the bed. It was enormous. It was perfectly round and maybe eight feet across. There were no sheets he could see; instead it was covered in a smooth, black material that gleamed with a glossy sheen in the dim light. Latex or PVC? Linaker wondered. Very kinky either way. Fixed to the ceiling above the bed was a circular mirror almost as wide as the bed itself.
"Very nice," Linaker commented. Like the rest of the club, the walls and ceiling were upholstered in soft black velvet. The thick carpet beneath his feet was also black. Old fashioned lava lamps illuminated the room in a soft red glow.
Definitely VIP, Linaker thought. He could see himself having a lot of fun in here.
The blonde showed him through into an immaculately clean and well lit en-suite. "You can shower here," she said. "If you'd like to get undressed, your girl will be along shortly."
"I don't get a choice?" Linaker said, taking off his jacket.
"Mr Koontz insisted it should be a surprise," the blonde girl smiled.
"A pity," Linaker said. "I was hoping it would be you."
The girl's lips spread wide in a smile and she kissed him lightly on the cheek. "I'm sorry honey. I'm already booked. Maybe next time."
"You could always pop by and join us later once you're finished," Linaker smiled, a mischievous twinkle in his eye. "I can make it worth your while."
"I think you'll be kept more than occupied as it is," the blonde laughed. She blew him a kiss before leaving him alone in the room.
More than occupied, Linaker thought as he unbuttoned his shirt. What did she mean by that? Two girls? Three girls? Or maybe one little firecracker to really get his rocks off?
