TWO

The club delle fantasie was dream come true for Jackson mostly because he had put his all into its creation and it was the first club to be launched under the Logan group of companies. It was also a project that he had spearheaded with the help of his brother who had provided the technology needed to make the club, the best and first of its kind.

It had its opening ceremony today and Jackson had decided to make it free for the night so he could test run everything he had set up in place right before he presented it to the world. The flyers he had had made had been distributed to the select few; people who needed fun in their lives but had no income to actually get it.

He wanted their reaction alone to the club and not that of the ones he knew had a lot to spend; he was going to get to them later.

Jackson was sure of one thing; the success of this project and its popularity as he stepped out of the car in front of the club, sighing in contentment as his eyes touched the name.

Club of fantasies was as its name described

It was a place he wanted to make as exclusive and mind blowing as possible and he knew that what the club had to offer was something anybody would kill to have for the night.

He had made sure to have sections where the real clubbing and nightlife happened and then another room for the people with the fetish of wanting to watch people fuck. You will be surprised how many rich and popular men and women were on this table and are caged about it.

His club offered exclusivity; the veil was for all who wanted the fetish of watching other people while he had made masks for those that wanted to be fucked.

Anyone who accepted the mask would be led to another area of the club, dark and secluded where naked and horny men and women according to their preference waiting to be chosen for the night paraded themselves.

There was also the area available to those that wanted to be fucked by older men and women and the representation of that were blindfolds. If a person is blindfolded or chooses to be blindfolded, then they are led to the arena where they feel against the older men and women until their fingers settle on their choice.

The final area was represented with a leash and it was one that hosted the select few individuals skilled in both the act of domination and submission. He had personally handpicked the women, domineering women who liked to have the man tied and on his knees in front of them. If a black leash was chosen at the entrance then the patron is led to the room of domination and if it is a red leash, then he or she is led to the room of submission.

Jackson was aware of what the people wanted and what they fantasized about in their closet with their fingers between their legs as they dreamed about a person who could take control and give into that animalistic sexual urge imbibed in all humans.

Sex was life and this was what he had focused on when he had founded the club of fantasies.

“Good evening boss” the security guard bowed as he moved out of the way so Jackson could glide in.

The bar was busy with patrons waiting on their drinks and bartenders informing them on what was actually going on in the club.

Jackson smiled as he watched one man’s eyes widen as he glanced upward and the bounce in his girth as he pushed past him unto the stairs leading to the main event.

Jackson waved a finger towards the bartender who grinned and bowed low; he made a mental note to pay him double of what had been promised to him.

It was time to observe the real action and so Jackson took his first step up the stairs, stopping and frowning as he watched the swaying figure barrel towards him. He had not expected that anyone would be trying to escape or run away from all that he had prepared and he was curious as to why this person was.

He stepped away as he finally saw it was a woman, stumble down the stairs not aware of his presence as he waited at the base of the steps.

A strangled cry escaped her throat as she missed a step, stumbling down and straight into his arms.

Jackson stared down at her, holding her up as she tried to gain her footing. He was staring at hair so red he was sure it could not be real and then he heard it, the total anguish in her voice as she apologized for stumbling into him.

Her eyes, when she raised her head was the bluest he had ever seen; she was fighting tears as she stared at him.

He continued holding unto her wondering why she was crying and hoping she had not been harassed by one of his employees.

“Are you alright?” he asked, waiting for her response.

She was still favoring one of her legs and it was certain that she had probably sprained it even before she admitted to having sprained her ankle.

Jackson lifted her into his arms and stepped away from the stairs; he was going to have to check later, the success of the arenas. Right now, he had to see to a hysterical woman who may or may not be hysterical as a result of something that had happened with his project.

He carried her through the doors and into the area reserved for elite customers who wanted to spend the night with their charges if they found them extra special. He nodded to the guard and the door was opened, leading into a dark hallway.

He had kept a suite for himself of course and tried to free one hand as he searched his pocket for the master card to the suite. He finally grasped it and then adjusted the woman in his arms as he unlocked the door, flipping the switch and then dropping her gently unto his bed.

“Thank you” she muttered, her blue eyes fluttering open to settle on his face.