Back Rooms Novels & Stories

************* WEEKS AGO The backroom smelled of smoke and whiskey. The air was thick, heavy enough to sit on the tongue. A single lamp hung low over the table, the yellow light spilling in a tight circle across papers, folded maps, and glasses that were no longer full. The edges of the room faded into shadow, and the sound of the city outside was faint, like it belonged to another world.

The maid – as if reading her mind- replied pointing to the back of the mansion and she tried not to look surprised. “Rooms? Wing? ” Isadora failed to mask her surprise. “His chambers, his office, and his… gym. ” Becky replied , pausing at the last part. “Ahh , I see.” Isadora replied and they headed back to the dining room on their way back from the garden. They had spent a better part of the morning sight seeing because everything in the residence was a sight to behold.

“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.

The hallway out back had way too many rooms, too. I’m not afraid to admit I was not a fan of going out back, but by then? I was desperate. So desperate, in fact, if I had my .38, the one I couldn’t remember putting back under my bed in The Motor Lodge . . . Well. You get the idea. When I finally got my wits about me, I managed to stumble upright and limp over to the counter. Steeling myself, I placed my hands on it, leaned over and peered down the long hallway with no end.

Anna only nodded which madam Angelique took it as a ‘yes’. With a torch in Levi and Azrael’s hand, they lead the way towards the other side of the secret passage. Anna said that the passage is one way to reach the back of the pack. The back of the pack house is usually unguarded because it was located underground and it is a place where they throw their trash. But this time, it is the place where the vicious creatures throw the dead bodies.

After all those years together, it was the first time Ryan had ever called out to me like that. I stared at him blankly. "What do you want?" His eyes held something close to pleading. "I came to take you back." I looked at him in confusion. "Back where? I live here." Ryan reached for me again, but I stepped out of reach. "I mean back to where you really belong." A bitter smile tugged at my lips. I remembered—crystal clear—the day he had once warned me, "Home? This will never be your home. Don't be stupid. My pack and villa have nothing to do with you."