Back Rooms Novels & Stories

The executive floor slowly emptied as the evening stretched deeper into night. One by one, office lights dimmed behind glass doors. The distant sounds of ringing phones and clicking keyboards faded until only silence remained across the twenty-eighth floor of Stewart Crown Tower. Marilyn sat alone at her desk outside Raymond’s office, staring blankly at the city lights glittering beyond the massive windows. Crystal City looked beautiful at night. Cold. Luxurious. Untouchable. Much like the man currently sitting inside the office behind her.

The back rooms are filled with toys, well not the littles toys we like and enjoy when feeling young, it's more of paddles, leathers, chains, cuffs, and anything else you could imagine, it's fifty shades of grey playroom, only much better. I don't play, I never participate, but I've seen them, they scare me most days, especially when little me starts to show, deciding to ignore little me today, I took a sip of my drink, it burned going down my throat, but it's the good kind of burn.

“It’s no problem.” Rob breathed a sigh of relief and gestured for them to go on in. Zach caught her eyes, and Bree nodded, so he went in, alongside Shawna, and Bree followed because she had no choice. The room was large, that much was true, and there was plenty of seating. Sofas and chairs lined the walls. In the center of the room was a table full of drinks and snacks, and Back Roads was congregated around it, the seven of them talking and carrying on as if they, too, were feeling the excitement of the upcoming show.

“I want triple for this, Sable.” “You’ll get it,” Kieran said. “And you’ll be able to say the Tribunal never laid a hand on a girl under your roof. That alone’s worth something.” “Not if they shut me down anyway,” Ira grumbled. “Back room.” The “back room” was barely bigger than Daire’s safehouse kitchen—just enough space for a table, four chairs, and a wall of shelves overflowing with pawned electronics and chipped dishes.

Mismatched Mates #7 The Alpha's Gamble Chapter 1 Throw the Dice In my experience, private casino back rooms were plush, quiet oases, well stocked with top-shelf liquor, with absurdly attractive staff on call to cater to my every whim. Chairs so comfortable you could sleep in them, or even fuck on them—the staff really would cater to my every whim. I shifted in my seat, plastic armrests creaking, trying to find an angle for my ass that didn’t squish it against unyieldingly flat metal.

"You looking tonight. Just got a twink walk in here like 30 minutes ago. You might kick it off." "Nah. Not in the mood tonight. Are there any goods in the backrooms?" He nods and that's where I'm headed. The backrooms are rooms specifically for insane orgies and drug abuse. I enter one of them and take a seat on the cum soaked chair. Someone is handing out pills and I'm not too shy to take 5. He tells me they're strong and 5 isn't healthy. I ignore the warning and swallow them with my beer. Nothing happens so I reach out to take a joint. 2 steps and I'm crashing on the table. The others laugh at me. I'm laughing at myself too.

“Ah, that? Clay handles that for me, he briefs me with the details, I step in when I have to.” “I am a lawyer, but he makes me do all kinds of stuff.” Clay whines, Abed rolls his eyes as the elevator comes to a stop. There is another door but we ignore it totally, marching past it, “Where does that lead to?” “The sex rooms. It has all sorts of things in there, once before you could enter without authorization, I stumbled into it and my jaw dropped, a lot of different things goes on behind that door.” Joanne shivered. After seeing the room Clay and her uses, I am glad to find out somethings can still shock her. Why was I curious to see what went on behind those doors?

the assistant of the young master respectfully said while bowing to the young man in front of him. "We'll wait for her to wake up just in case there are still some unresolved issues. After all, we've just hit her with our car, so we must take responsibility," the young man that was wearing a black suit stated as he waited in the lounge of the operating room area. "However, Young Master, there is still a meeting you must attend," the assistant reminded him. "Just cancel the meeting and create a new schedule. I'll settle that matter after this issue is done with," the young man replied.

Eva agreed. They walk towards their room but before they even reach their door, they notice the door next to their's was ajar. Something was swaying in the air inside. It looks lik something dawned at them that made them lookd at each other before pushing the door wide open. What they saw next was something they would remember for the rest of their lives. It was Giselle who cried first for she and Violet were close. Eva was standing behind Violet remembering the last thing she said to her.

Noni said. "Then that's a reason not to idolize him," I looked sharply at Ken. "When did you learned to judged someone, huh Ken. You don't even know him and as Noni said, those are just rumors," "That's true," Noni agreed. After eating too much, I started to feel the need to pee. I excused myself and went outside the restaurant since there's no comfort room inside. I wandered around for how many minutes before I saw a room at the corner. It seems like it's an empty comfort room so I decided to enter. As I finished my meditation