Off Limits, Brother's Best Friend Chapter 63

Chapter 63: She Would Be A Vision 

Brianna

“Let's get a drink first.” Callan said and maybe that settled my nerves and also his and I agreed to it anyway. I want the full experience.

A few people said hello to him, when eyes wandered my way, I felt kind is good. I have felt inferior my whole life, but I can't deny people aren't looking at me right now. Whether it was because of Callan or my outfit, I don't but by the lingering eyes on me, I felt like it was me. His large body blocked me from view when he placed me at the bar and put himself there like a shield. I rolled my eyes but didn't say anything while he ordered our drinks.

“You can't shield me all night.” I muttered once our drinks were settled.

“Don't provoke me.” He growled.

“Callan, look, everyone is promiscuous. Do you think I really am the center of attraction, I am not even participating.” I reminded him, he snorted but looked away from me.

“What?” I leaned close so he would look at me and not the crowd.

“Brianna, as soon as you stepped inside those doors, necks snapped your way. Are you totally oblivious to this or just playing coy?” He asked me outright, he looked annoyed which made me pause.

“No, I am not being coy, I was just saying.” I shrugged.

“And I am just saying that you are not unnoticed. In fact, you seem to want to test my patience today, it is already irking me.” He warned me.

“They looked at you as well.” I pointed out.

“I am not dressed like that.” His eyes devoured my figure again.

“You made it sound bad.” I mumbled.

“It is bad because you won't like the way I react to it.” He warned again, I put my hand on my hip and popped it out with an attitude.

“Listen, you are the one who invited me here, if you did want me to be looked at, then you didn't have to call me up last night.”

I got frustrated with him, he took in a long breath and once he released it, he changed his tune a little bit.

“Alright, finish your drink.” He redirected my body to my glass, letting his fingers linger on me for a second.

Even something as minimal as that was like a wave of heat licking up my flesh and I was feeling all insecure and needy. So, I found myself seeking his approval which I hate doing. I leaned closer to him, and looked up at him through my lashes.

“But, do you like it? My outfit, I didn't wear it for them.” I said, looking at the crowd, insinuating I wore it just for him. He licked his lips and looked down at me. 

Letting his hand come to my arm, he grazed his hand from my shoulder down to my elbow.

“Yes, I do like it. I more than like it.” His voice turned thick, this is the reaction I wanted from him. Not his scowling disapproval.

I could feel more at ease now, the only person I care to impress here is him. As much as I shouldn't, when I smiled, he looked away from me.

“Are you ready?” He finally asked, my nerves suddenly spiked again, but in anticipation.

I nodded yes and felt that same familiar hand on my lower back to guide me as he does. I lingered closer to him as we neared the archway that led to the other various activities. There was still music, but in the backdrop and not at all the focal point here. The room was large, like a normal club would be but filled with so many various things that I just had to stand in place to look at it all. One thing I learned right away was that sex clubs aren't cheap, people with membership pay huge sums to have quality experience in high quality places. Not just any sketch from off the street is in here, no these are the elite and it is an exclusive location that runs something like one hundred grand. It is insane. One time visitors have to pass an application process to pay the couple grand one time ticket.

This isn't simple stuff, it is not at all what I expected. They have rules here as well, you have to check your phone at the door and no pictures. There are separate rooms coming off the main room, beds can be found there amongst other sex play options. Sex swings, contraption of some kind, spank chairs and so many other sex play toys. It is all done tastefully with strategic lighting placement and with furniture that can be easily wiped down. No suede fabric or things like that, it is all leather and gives a classier feel than I first imagined. Some sections are more kinky and naughty while others surprise me with candle type of lights and plush seating. It all depends on how far inside you want to go. To me, it reminded me of Dante's inferno where there are nine circles of hell. You walk past one door and you are in a vanilla area, the next door and some more walk past all that into a separate private room and suddenly you are one step closer to sin and satan. Callan was explaining this to me in so many words, we had only gotten to the first room and already my eyes were darting all around.

“How far does this all go?” I asked.

Peeking up, I could see he was already looking at me, taking in my reaction to everything. We have barely reached the surface, but still I felt like I have been standing here for hours.

“Like how far back does this club physically go? Or how depraved does it go?” He chuckled at my wide eyes and nervous disposition. Exactly what I didn't want to be like.

It is just overwhelming at first and a little embarrassing when you see adults who don't mind walking by completely naked or fondling each so openly. It takes a minute to adjust, especially with how many eyes keep looking at the pair of us together. I felt so many eyes on me, I was about to speak again when his phone started ringing. He owns these places so of course he didn't need to check at the door.

“Fúck,” he cursed.

“I have to go.” He muttered.

What? He can't be serious.

*****

Callan POV.

Last night didn't go as I planned, I figured I would take Brianna to see the club and curb her curiosity. I won't lie, seeing her in there,  

dressed the way she was, I wanted to fuck her more than ever but the message I received forced my hand. I had to leave right away and handle some important business. I don't know if she believed me or not when I told her I had to go. I think she thought it was an excuse so I wouldn't have to bring her into the other rooms.

She had been pretty quiet on the ride back home which forced my hand in me promising her that I would take her back to finish what we started. I don't know if that is a very good idea, seeing as when I saw her in that sheet blue dress last night. It displayed her body perfectly, and I almost lost my mind for real. I wanted to take her into some dark lit corner and do every nasty thing to her that I could think of. The club has so many toys and props that could have been used on her. Fúck, she would be a vision. Everyone in that place would have wanted to see a piece of her, as it is, I got a lot of attention when I was there. For two reasons, because most people there know that I own the place and second because people find me to be very attractive.

I was at the warehouse today, checking up on my shipments since we had that incident with tampering in my last shipment. I was overseeing everything with Angelo and Bryce was on his way down from my office in The Emerald Lounge where I had him doing some paperwork stuff for me. I actively had to avoid thinking about Brianna in that dress or I wouldn't have gotten any work done today.

“Hey?” I heard Bryce’s voice coming from across the lobby. I waved him over past all the moving crates he had to swerve between.

“All good?” I asked, he nodded and stuck a hand out to give me something.

From what I could see of it, it looked like a brown envelope of some kind with a white seal.

“This stuck out amongst the mail in the office and I figured you might need it.” he said, I grabbed it and checked the seal. The seal had initially pressed into the wax.

“What is it?” I asked, and Angelo was already leaning into me being nosey. 

“How the fúck should I know? Have I opened it?” Bryce said, putting his hand in surrender and taking a step back. I picked at the seal to pop the envelope open.

My eyes darted around the page to read through it and I quickly realized who this was from and for what reason. When I looked up from the invitation, Bryce and Angelo were both just looking at me.

“I am invited to a birthday event.” I muttered, we stepped off to the side since we are all still in front of the warehouse truck port, and mostly in the way of the men I have working for me.

They were all sweaty and in snobbish clothes while the three of us were standing here in three piece suits. It is about hierarchy though, it reminds the people who are on top and whose shoes you better not scuff.

“By who?” Bryce and Angelo asked at the same time.

“An associate of mine, Jimoh Ibrahim. It is his daughter's birthday, shd is a socialite, you know the type.” I waved it off.