Dragon Room Bar Santa Fe Novels & Stories

“Just a bit. But not the entirety of my cerebellum, don’t you worry!” And so, the two drove towards their hang-out place—the city’s most expensive bar; with a secret brothel if only one knew the password. *** It’s not too loud in the bar. In fact, it was very spacious. Maybe because most of the men are already in the secret brothel of this bar, drinking someone else’s juice instead of a cocktail. Denver drank a half of the glass when his bestfriend said something that he almost forgot the reason on why they’re here.

As Daniel leads us on the tour, pointing out the spa, gym, and various luxuries, I stay near the back of the group, keeping my head down. Finally, we’re brought into a grand wine cellar. The room is massive, with walls lined with towering racks of wine bottles and a faint chill in the air. The dim lighting reflects off the glass, creating a warm, intimate atmosphere. Daniel explains that this part of the tour is a special treat arranged by the hotel’s owner and that we’ll be sampling their finest wines. Everyone perks up at this, their earlier cattiness temporarily forgotten. Then, out of nowhere, he steps forward.

The small temple had a few rooms; they cleaned them up so that they could spend the night there. As soon as they entered the small temple, the Four Dragons and Four Phoenixes started to serve the delicious wine and snacks and set up a bonfire nearby. "Come on, Brother!" Eldest Dragon beckoned at Darryl as he said with a smile, "Good wine and beautiful women; happy life is nothing more than these things. Let's get drunk tonight!" As he said that, Eldest Dragon stretched out his hand to hold Eldest Phoenix in his embrace. Eldest Phoenix turned away and sat beside Darryl with a smile. "I want to accompany him tonight. You can go with Second Sister, Third Sister and Fourth Sister."

Large floor-to-ceiling windows allowed the early evening summer sun to illuminate the space with a warm glow. “How are things going out on the West Coast?” Dario asked Jano. Jano took the chair to Dario’s side. There was something about this den that was different from Dario’s office. In this space, it felt as if we were on a more level playing field. Dante tapped my shoulder and moved behind a small bar. “Drink?” He grinned. “One that’s not punch.” “Tequila?” “Of course.” He pulled out a bottle of Clase Azul Reposado and poured two fingers. “Ice?”

Sarah staggered off the dance floor at The Cave, the hottest, coolest bar in Denver, and collapsed at the VIP table. She grabbed her glass, drained it of all wine, then nodded as Maria held up the bottle, offering more. “Yes, please,” Sarah said, slurring a bit. “I’m gonna be sooooo sorry tomorrow, but right now, I don’t care.” “Aw, hell, it’s your Hen Party night,” Mirrie said, cradling her glass of pineapple juice. “Enjoy yourself.”

Luckily, Denver is not fond of coffee these past weeks due to his nervous breakdown whenever Angelito does some stupid things at their apartment unit in the Metro. “The circle needs someone like you,” Ellie mutters as she sips some coffee. “This is a good harvest for the ber seasons. You should visit your hacienda before Christmas, Don,” Martha suggested, and Angelito’s lips were sealed. He smells the coffee and sips a tiny amount to let him feel the thrill. “Our agreement with Denver is impregnable, right?” Don Pablo looks at him and hopes for a positive and reassuring answer. Angelito can feel his cutie pie’s legs are trembling under the table.

Bree's GPS beeped, breaking into her reverie, and the mechanical voice told her to turn one half mile ahead. And there it sat, in the center of a long stretch of what the locals called a pole fence. The gateway's sign proclaimed the entrance to Rancho Dominacion. She swallowed a chuckle. Emilio Dacosta, the host of today's munch, was listed on the San Antonio BDSM site as a Dom with his own group. She wondered how many people thought the name merely implied his standing in the ranching community.

Two weeks later, Raven sat in a corner booth at the Black Fang, a dive bar in the heart of Diamondback territory. The establishment reeked of stale beer, cigarette smoke, and the kind of desperation that clung to places where people came to forget their problems rather than solve them. Neon beer signs cast sickly light across scarred wooden tables and a clientele that looked like they'd crawl over broken glass for their next fix.

his voice laced with scorn. “Santiago!” Domingo growled. Santiago without saying a word walked toward the door and when he stood there he turned to look at Domingo with a silly smirk at the corner of his mouth. When he left, Domingo quickly dressed Renata and when he was done, he carried her in his arms and left the room. “Leaving already?” Santiago asked with legs crossed on the center table and his arms spread across the cushion. “If you think you will go unpunished after drugging her, then you should have a rethink,” Domingo’s eyes rested on the white substance on the bar shelf.

It is such a huge part of my life that at some point I am going to have to let it out. I am considering pouring myself another drink but check the time. It's already nearly half past seven so I need to make my way downstairs to my car and driver. My heart begins to race at the thought of seeing the American girl again, it flutters at the thought of spending a few hours with her. I adjust my sapphire cufflinks and give myself the once over in the long antique mirror in my bedroom. Quickly I run my hands through my mop of dark hair and consider myself ready to go and meet her. "Good evening sir." My driver Pedro says as he holds the door open for me. I have already notified him of where we wil