Back Rooms Novels & Stories

"You want your sweet Krissy? You fuck your hot Megan, it's really simple." I let go of his hair and leaned back. "Now go tell that little red headed slut that I need to talk to you and that were going in the back room." I paused then added; "Now." Mark turned and went down to Cynthia. I saw her nod and Mark made his way back to me and lifted the gate at the end of the bar. I smiled at him and then followed as he went into the back. The back room was mostly for storage but Mitch had made a small office for himself next to the staircase that led to the deserted second floor. A couple of years ago a fire had destroyed the two apartments up there and Mitch had never fixed them.

Somewhere deeper inside, I thought I heard the faint drip of water. Room after room, I searched. I found a parlor with peeling wallpaper, and a storage closet that smelled of mold. Each one felt wrong, as though eyes watched me from the shadows. And then I reached the back room. At first, it looked like little more than a storage space. Crates stacked in one corner, old rags tossed into a bin. But the air here was heavier, the scent was stronger with that sweet and sour scent, threaded with something that made my wolf snarl.

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.

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.

“All right, honey. I’ll be back in a minute. Ava quietly waited as she looked around. There was a sign across the room stating there was a game room in the back. The walls were wood plank at the bottom and white up top. There were photographs on the walls close to the bar but Ava was too far away to tell who or what was in them.

"Back to the empire that ate you alive?" I shut my eyes tight. "Not today," I muttered under my breath. "Sir?" Noah looked at me, confused. I straightened. "Nothing. Let's go." The voice faded, like smoke in the wind. But it left a chill crawling up my spine. The boardroom looked different too. Bigger, brighter, built from glass and ambition. There were twelve seats, but only one empty - the one next to mine. And then the door opened. Elena walked in.