Chapter 4 I furrowed my brows

Sophia

"They're not for you," said Claire.

I looked guiltily at the glass that Chris had set in front of us after jerking my eyes away from the males. Had my gaze at them been so obvious? "What?" I muttered, ashamed to have been discovered.

"Them." Claire gestured toward them with a nod. "You shouldn't have them. They're not looking for a submissive.

Not knowing what she meant, I furrowed my brows. "What are you saying? Are they trying to find dominators? Given the enormous authority they each discharged, that couldn't be accurate.

"No. They're trying to find a slave," she said nonchalantly, as though she were discussing the weather.

I can see why you would want someone to dominate you, but a master? Having someone in charge of you everywhere, not just in bed? Always? I couldn't imagine anyone desiring that. But obviously, someone else-not me-wanted that. They're the most goddamned pickiest men I've ever met, so there's no need in speculating. For years, they have searched for one, but none have met their standards. They should be regular dominants, I wish. As though she were warm, Claire waved her palm in front of her face. "Even I would think about becoming a submissive if it meant being told what to do. They're all right, damn it."

I listened until I stopped. My brain couldn't decide between the two words. Was that one for them to share or one for each of them? I was soaked now if I wasn't already. The mere idea of what three guys, not just one, could do to me... I was on the verge of asking Claire to elaborate, but I refrained. They weren't for me, she said. Neither they nor I were searching for a submissive or a master.

"Anyways, was there anything else on your mind?" Claire's inquiry jolted me out of my reverie and into the present.

"Yeah." I searched my head, but I was unable to recall all I was curious about. I had a lot of questions, but I was only able to remember one. "I didn't find a lot of information on the internet where I saw your invitation to your open house. Could you elaborate on the club's overall operations?

"That's right. There isn't much information available to the general population. Let's see-Not everyone who can afford to join will be allowed because we are a very elite club. In all honesty, our members demand the finest, and we provide it. Pretty individuals are a part of that. To put it plainly, you won't find someone here who isn't... above average." I understood that she was correct when she mentioned lovely people. I had not seen a single ugly person. The news made me uneasy as I took it in. Perhaps I wasn't meant to be here after all. I've never considered myself "above average" enough to turn off the lights during intercourse.

I took note of everything she said after that. Pay for the membership. Fuck. I noticed something I had never noticed before as I scanned my surroundings once more. From the whiskey in the bar to the crystal chandelier that hung from the ceiling, this establishment was brimming with wealth. Since they were all quite expensive-I should know, I was a bartender after all-there were no upper shelves. Thankfully, Claire agreed to cover mine; otherwise, I would have to spend the remainder of my college years eating noodles.

"How much does it cost?" Since I wasn't very interested in hearing the response, I had to force the inquiry out. I was aware that it was well above my pay grade.

"You didn't hear from Jennifer? Before letting them in, the front desk should always tell them the cost.

With my heart racing, I waited and simply shook my head.

"It's forty thousand a month for regular membership and seventy-five for VIP membership."

Before I briefly went black, all I could hear was forty thousand. I could never afford that, sh*t. I was relieved that I had already sat down since I would have likely ended up on the floor if I hadn't felt suddenly lightheaded.

Yes, that's right. I should leave. I regained my strength and carefully got up from my stool, feeling ashamed.

I thought I could just join this club, so I was shocked that I even went. They would be costly, of course, but why had I come here in the first place? I would never be able to compete with these folks since they were so much better than me. And I detested it because I knew how this place operated and it was ideal for me. Passion's Haven was far superior to all the other reasonably priced clubs, ideally free ones.

"Is something wrong?" Claire gave me a perplexed expression.

"I can't-" Feeling foolish again, I shook my head. The words "I can't afford it," I muttered.

Claire's eyes grew dimmer with insight. Her words, "I'm sorry," were honest. She must have understood how much this place meant to me since it was torn away before I could even enjoy it, leaving me to stand on the sidelines and watch my dream go.

Since this was my dream. It was a dream, but a sexual one. My need was so intense that it was ingrained in my bones, and now that I've located the ideal location... fuck.

"Thank you, Mistress, for showing me around." My voice trembled a little. I just wanted to leave this place.

"I hope you find what you're looking for, Sophia."

I walked out the same way I in, with my back straight and my eyes fixed boldly on the future. On the inside, though, I felt humiliated and embarrassed.