Back Rooms Novels & Stories

Tears were already filling her eyes. I grabbed her by the shoulders. “Leila, nothing has happened to him yet. But we must not panic. Help me look.” She nodded and then quickly turned to the elder sales lady. “Do you have a back exit?” “Yes, this way,” she replied, but I was already moving toward it. “You can’t go back there, sir!” “Watch me,” I said, running at super speed toward the back room. I quickly found the back door and tested it, making sure that it was locked. I looked carefully around the edges and saw bits of microscopic dust around the edges. No one had opened it recently.

I’d recognize that broad back, dark silken hair, and military bearing anywhere. The private area is located on the second floor and is made up of hidden hallways with luxurious party rooms. The cost for those rooms is exuberant, which means only a select group can afford it. There are no cameras up there due to the rich clients’ need for discretion. Sometimes they use them for private dances or for other pleasurable meetings. Some rooms have two-way mirrors, S&M-themed dungeons, and sections that cater to other kinks.

The back room. It was darker inside. Blacker. The red light here was deeper, almost blood-colored. The floor was the same sticky mat, but there were low black benches bolted down, chains dangling from the ceiling, padded stocks in the corners, a sling hanging in the center like an invitation. The air was hotter, damper. It smelled like fresh piss, fresh cum, fresh sweat, and something sharper—fear-sweat mixed with lust. Before we could even look around, hands were on us.

Just: a McDonald's in Brooklyn, two in the morning, seventeen years old, a laptop and fifty dollars and something wrong with a piece of code that nobody else had found. The crowd went completely silent. Not the polite silence of an audience being respectful. The specific silence of three hundred people who were trying very hard not to move in case they missed something. He explained the backdoor. What it was, technically — clearly, without jargon, the way someone explained something when they wanted everyone in the room to understand it rather than just the people who already did. A door built into the system on purpose. Not a flaw. An intention. Designed to be used once, at the right moment

The basement air was thick with cigarette smoke, spilled gin, and the sharp bite of illegal whiskey. Red velvet curtains muffled the chaos of the main room while the jazz band upstairs pounded out a syncopated rhythm that vibrated through the floorboards. The speakeasy known only as The Red Rose was packed tonight, but the real action always happened in the back rooms.

Goddamn, he’d take anything from her. She turned now, forced her eyes away from Aidan’s chest and shoulders and abs. “Which room should I take?” “Uh. Number Two, I guess.” He felt disgust move over him at the next words he had to utter. “It’s been the least busy tonight.” She nodded, understanding full well what Aidan meant. The back rooms at Curves served multiple purposes, some innocent, most not so much. They could be rented out and often were by bikers passing through Denver, or young couples looking for cheap accommodation. But they were also known fondly as ‘crash rooms’ and any bar patron could go in there with another bar patron and do whatever they he

After a moment of thought, Oscar sighed and said, "Forget it. Since you can't get in tonight, let's just get a room near campus and return in the morning." This didn't seem to bother Oscar much. If anything, he sounded almost cheerful about the plan. From the hallway upstairs, I watched the whole thing unfold, struggling not to burst out laughing. Sienna was such a fool that it was only a matter of time before she ruined herself completely.

"Well I don't see any reason why you need to discuss business in private, Erica's my assistant, she might as well—" "The back room" Erica suggested without anyone asking. Amy sent her a glare that sent shivers down her spine. "I mean the back room is quite private, no one's gonna disturb your–Conversation in there, and I'm here, I can handle the customers" Erica said twisting her hands

She stepped back and looked around, "please don't be afraid. They are tied up, and they are in the back." "In the back?" "Yes, we have a separate building in the backyard. The dogs are guarding that building." Angela tried looking over his shoulder to where the dogs were. “The bathroom is straight, to your left, then you will see a little wooden door; on that side, that's where the bathroom is. I hope you don't mind using the outside one. I have an ill mother who could have covid, and we are trying to contain it." "Oh my, I am sorry to hear that. Are you here on your own, taking care of your mother?"

The nurse said before she left the desk and entered the doorway behind the receptionist counter. The both of them waited for a while, and Jai couldn’t help but curious about the backroom. Since it’s an opened doorway, he could peek from the desk. There was a room there with a table and shelves of medicine and books. There were two doors, one in the center room and another located at the back.