Roll For Initiative

2. Lucian

Earlier That Morning

I f I don’t make this flight, I will lose my mind.

Last night was fun, but I need to make sure I stick to my rule about no one sleeping over.

That doesn’t matter now that I am going back home—time to go back to my boring life in New York.

Nothing will ever beat the Santa Monica nightlife, especially at FoxDen.

When I moved here, my boss Enzo West introduced me to his son Jayme.

At first, I felt so out of my element over here, but Jayme opened me up to an entire world I didn’t even believe existed.

The night Jayme first brought me to FoxDen, I thought it was just a typical run-of-the-mill night club.

Damn, was I wrong.

Sure, the main floor of the club looks like a typical nightclub.

It has dancing, drinking, and even a DJ on some nights.

But the clientele is not your ordinary dance club patrons.

No, this is a kink club.

Everywhere you look, you will find something new.

Most people there barely have enough fabric to be considered clothes.

The servers are scantily dressed in all lace and leather.

You have Dom’s with their subs, masters leading their pets on leashes, women and men practicing Shibari.

There are private booths with curtains for privacy and poles on the tables.

All kinds of kinks are embraced here.

No one looks at you like you are a freak.

The best part is it is all consensual; everyone is clean because of mandatory testing every month, and everyone must sign an extremely strict NDA.

The upper levels of the club are for the different rooms.

You have the second floor, which features the exhibitionist/voyeurism hall.

Every room has glass that you can turn on the filter to make it one way or two ways from the inside.

Being able to watch other people is a huge kink, same with being watched.

Some of the girls I’ve been with have wanted to be watched.

They were insanely freaky.

One girl even wanted me to fuck her up against the glass.

The third floor is for private suites.

These are like hotel rooms on crack.

You can get any toys or furniture you want.

If you can think of it, I’m sure they have a room that has it.

One of my favorite rooms has a St.

Andrews Cross.

It is basically just a giant X with four straps, one on each end.

You can restrain your partner however you would like.

Then you have the fourth floor, which is an open playroom.

It is a giant room with cushions and benches everywhere.

Think of it as one giant orgy room.

What is unique about it is the room is completely pitch black.

There are a couple of bouncers in there that have night vision equipment in case anything gets out of hand, but other than that, it is a free-for-all.

You must make sure you are ok with the possibility of interacting with both sexes at some point.

I found this out one weekend when someone’s lips wrapped around my cock; then I felt the brush of his beard against my skin.

But hey, it’s all fun at FoxDen, no one judges there.

As I rush to my terminal, I go to adjust my glasses and catch the faintest scent from my lovely companion last night.

We also had a bit of fun this morning, hence running like a chicken with my head cut off through this airport.

I was supposed to just have fun at the club but decided to bring her back to my rental.

By the time we were done, it was around 1 a.m., and we both crashed on my bed.

Hence the sleepover.

I find my seat and check my phone for any texts.

Cassie wouldn’t be awake yet; it’s only 7:30 AM in New York right now.

I love the girl, but she sucks at time management.

The girl was even late to our graduation.

She came running in as we were walking in and jumped in line behind me.

Her time management skills are just about her only flaw.

Well, other than her self-confidence.

She’s smart and very pretty, but she thinks so lowly of herself and settles for shit guys.

Maybe if she let go of her high school attire, and maybe came out of her shyness shell, she would feel better about herself.

She needs to be more adventurous and less innocent.

This girl still blushes if you make a sex joke around her.

My mind drifts as the plane leaves the ground.

I wonder if New York has any clubs like FoxDen.

I used to go to the club every weekend with Jayme, but I would be solo over here.

It's not like I could talk to Cassie about these things.

She wouldn’t ever be able to look at me the same if she found out about this side of me.

We have always talked about everything together; nothing was off-limits.

We told each other about our first kisses, the first time we each had sex, and all the breakups and flings.

But this is something completely different, and I’m not sure she can handle it.

From what she has told me, she is very vanilla.

Everyone thinks we have slept together because of how close we are.

But no, she is like the little sister I never had, and we are just comfortable with each other.

I'm not saying we didn’t test the waters when we were younger.

Back in high school, we went to the homecoming dance and kissed during one of the slow songs.

It just felt weird and awkward.

So, we decided to stay friends—friends until the end.

Besides being back with my friends, one thing that will be nice about being back in New York is going back to our weekly in-person D&D sessions.

I am our group’s designated dungeon master, and I started working on a new campaign involving a mountain town where people have been going missing.

I think maybe on Friday, I will have everyone over to start the campaign.

They usually have characters ready for impromptu sessions.

I reach into my carry-on to grab my notebook to continue working on the campaign.

As I pull the notebook out, a red lace thong falls out onto the floor.

I quickly snatch it up and thankfully, I don’t believe that anyone saw it.

That little brat left me a present in my bag.

She was fun.

Very obedient, too.

I wonder if I can find someone like her back home.

I tuck the thong back in my bag for later and finish the campaign.

I can’t wait to see what new characters everyone will be roleplaying as 30 minutes down with 5 hours to go.