Author's note: The Electra Complex is intended to be series of stories centred around a fictional underground sex club, called the Electra Complex, where all the taboo and forbidden things we think about are possible. All the characters are over 18 and, while the title does suggest a Father-daughter thing, I chose it simply because I like the sound of it and it tied in with the first story in the series. They are intended to be one off stories, with only the Complex and the character of Mimi recurring.
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Justin had, despite his reservations, been actually quite enjoying his bachelor party.
There were some minor annoyances, such as being woken up in the morning by his three groomsmen dog-pilling on top of him while he still dozed in bed.
The indignities had continued when they had forced him into a mascot costume which took the form of a grinning cartoon wolf.
Justin recognised the logo and the uniform that covered the loose fitting furry bodysuit as coming from the high school team that Ben coached. Ben must have stolen it from the team locker room because Justin got regular whiffs of the teen spirit that was probably eternally embedded in its fibers.
The wolf's head was hot, and small crescent of black mesh that covered the back of the wolf's open mouth was all he had to see through. It both narrowed and obscured his vision.
Then, laughing and shoving each other, they had all piled into Victor's car and, for some inexplicable reason, had driven for over an hour to the next city.
It surprised Justin that Tim was getting on so well with the other two groomsmen. He was a late addition to the party and Justin had been worried that he might say or do something to offend Ben and Vic. Tim was unpredictable at the best of times.
Justin felt a pang of guilt when he saw the signposts telling him where entering Olympus City. He hadn't seen his little sister, Astrid, since she had left home to follow in his footsteps and attend his alma mater, Olympus U. It had surprised him that she had wanted to move so far from their home state, she had always been a very reserved, conscientious girl growing up.
Justin couldn't wait to leave home and had chosen that university precisely because it was so far away from his parents. They had never had any intention of helping him to pay for his studies, so he had spent every free moment and vacation working to pay off his debts. Debts he was still paying off to this day with the job he had found in-state, just one city over.
He felt bad that the feud he had had with his parents had cost him his relationship with his sister. She had always been a sweet kid. He made a mental note to make more of an effort with her. If their parents had been anywhere near as useless with her as they were with him, she might need a little help here and there.
He doubted his buddies would give him time to pay Astrid a visit today, though. Not that it mattered, he supposed, she would be at the wedding. Skye had made her one of her bridesmaids, just as he had made her brother one of of his groomsmen.
But then Skye's brother had dropped out suddenly, unwilling to fly back from his extended vacation in Thailand in order to make the wedding in time. Justin had actually been pleased to hear it, he hated Skye's brother. But it had meant he had to scramble to find a new groomsman to keep the wedding party symmetrical, and Tim was his only option.
It was Skye who had suggested him. Tim was his boss at the brokerage he worked for and, although he was not much older than Justin, he was incredibly rich and successful. He was also a little bit douchey and unpredictable.
His idea of a practical joke was find and purchase an illegal pet alligator and leave it chained up under the desk of one the female temps who had, apparently, rejected his advances. But he made the company a lot of money, so the they tended to look the other way when these things occurred.
Skye had convinced Justin that asking Tim to be a groomsman might improve his chances at a promotion. It couldn't hurt anyway, it wasn't like Justin had any other guy friends apart from his two college buddies, Vic and Ben.
And so far, Tim had, somewhat surprisingly, been just another one of the boys.
Throughout the journey the guys had insisted Justin have a beer can in his hand at all times. He was allowed to have the head of his suit off only as long as he was sipping a drink. Naturally, he was pretty buzzed by the time they arrived at their first destination.
The day had proceeded as he could have expected from there: a baseball game between Olympus U, a team Ben had played for, and some other college. Justin only saw about half of it because of the stupid wolf head they insisted he keep on. After that Vic had led them on a tour of local bars, and if there had been a team for that at college Vic would have probably been the captain. Here Justin was allowed to take the head off, if only so they could force more drink into him.
It had been fun all the same, but now it was late in the evening and Justin was tired and he had a headache from the booze and from being confined in that damn wolf suit. He was sweaty and all he wanted to do was go home.
Sitting in the back, next to Ben, he listened as Tim guided Vic through a desolate part of town. It was either an abandoned hood or a run down industrial area. But Tim seemed to know where he was going, and he guided Vic with unwavering confidence.
Eventually Tim pointed to a nondescript alleyway entrance. Vic actually stopped the car, asking, "Are you trying to get us killed?"
Tim answered, his saleman's smile painted wide across his face, "Relax, man. Yeah, this place is a little off the beaten path, but it is worth it. They have rooms you can rent out for special functions, and this function is more special than most. I swear to you, this is a night you will remember forever."
Relenting after a look back the impassive Ben and the cartoon wolf grin of Justin, Vic turned into the dark passage between buildings.
To everyone but Tim's surprise there was a gate, with a stern looking guard in front of it, about halfway down the alley. Vic turned to Tim who simply motioned for Vic to wind down the driver's side window.
When the guard leaned in Tim gave a passphrase that Justin didn't quite catch. It sounded something like "Am-fish-bee-na," but it had the desired effect. The guard opened the gate and motioned them in.
Vic asked him about it, but Tim only muttered something about the place have a thing for monsters of Greek mythology.
They parked and got out of the car. Everyone, apart from Tim, seemed very uncertain that they were in the right place. Not that Justin saw much. He was dragged out of the car, bustled through the parking lot, led through a door that needed a repetition of the strange passcode to get through, down some stairs, and into a plush looking waiting area.
There a stunning asian woman greeted them, not seeming to even notice the strange get-up Justin was dressed in. After a brief introduction, where Justin learned her name was Mimi and this place was some sort of secret country club called the 'Electra Complex', Tim took her aside to have a short but earnest conversation with her.
She nodded and smiled, responding periodically. Then money exchanged hands, Justin did not see how much, and Mimi pushed a button under her desk.
Nearby a door buzzed open.
On the other side of it another, very large and very serious looking guard, was waiting for them. He led them down a long, dimly lit corridor to yet another door.
Tim shepherded them inside and closed the door behind them, leaving the bruiser outside. They were in a room that might have passed for a minimalist apartment, but for the fact that the walls were bare cement and windowless.
It was brightly lit, the the furniture was all white imitation leather and chrome and the table near the centre of the room was ladened with enough drinks and snacks to cater for a small platoon.
Justin was trying to take in what he could with his limited field of vision, when Tim barked an order, "Grab him!"
