head. Moving out of the main hall, he noticed many of the couples and greeted a few of them when he moved to the back of the house where the bar stood. The room was filled with smoke, and the gentle sound of music echoed off the walls. A woman stood on stage singing. Stephen sat alone in a booth near the stage.
“It’s not like you to be drinking alone,” Cadeon said as he signalled the barman. He took the seat opposite his friend.
“I’ve got a lot on my mind. Besides, these men pay for the privilege, but I don’t think they get the meaning of the club,” Stephen said as he knocked back his scotch.
“What makes you think that?”
“Do any of the men here strike you as possessive? I remember my father telling me the reasons why this place was set up. These men don’t care about finding that one woman that sets your pulse racing and the fire in your blood. They just want to pay for the opportunity to think they have what it takes to be a real man.” Stephen held up his glass. A woman came by and refilled his glass. She handed Cadeon another with a smile.
“If you’re so bothered about it, why do you let them join?” Cadeon thanked the woman before turning back to his friend.
“Because they appear to like it.”
“Have you ever thought that they have the need inside them, just not the woman?”
“Let us talk about other things, Cadeon. What brings you back here? It has been a while.”
“I’ve found the right woman,” Cadeon said.
“Ah. Finally, lucky in love. Where is she?” Stephen asked.
“I left her at home. She doesn’t know how I feel, and she’s a lot younger than I.”
The song changed, and the woman began singing a deeper love song. Cadeon thought of Violet, the innocent with a dark past surrounding her.
“Dare I ask how much younger than you she is?”
“She’s twenty-one.” He didn’t care about the age gap. With the way he felt about her there was no way he could even consider allowing the gap between their ages affect him.
“That is young.”
After the music became a little dull, they moved out of the room into the vision room. Stephen liked to cater to as many tastes as possible. Some men got off on seeing others watch their women as pleasure took over. In the middle, a man whom Cadeon didn’t know was satisfying a woman for others to see. Some men in the room had their cocks out and were fisting their large shafts, while other merely watched.
Stephen went through phases where he didn’t truly believe men could feel possessive of a woman. Not being with a woman himself, the owner sometimes had a hard time relating to the men who did. Cadeon understood it. He’d known for a long time that he was different from other men. The need inside him when he thought about the one always brought a physical ache. When his father discussed it with him, he hadn’t thought it was possible. Until Violet came to work in his office building he’d never felt such need before. Yes, he’d had many women and to certain extents, many relationships, but none had ever made him feel like this. When another man talked to Violet, the violence within him struck hard. No man besides him should be allowed to touch or talk to her.
The woman’s cries of release blanketed the room. Some men growled as their release came, and others murmured appreciation.
“I understand your thoughts, but you must understand. Most of these men have wives and girlfriends and know how it feels to be possessive. Your father felt it with your mother.”
“Do you feel it with your girl?” asked Stephen.
“Yes.”
“I’m sorry. It has been a long day.” They watched the couple as the husband penetrated the wife. The cries rang out. Cadeon thought of Violet, alone in his bed. Another night of having her in his arms.
Sean, a nasty son of a bitch, dropped into the seat beside them, followed soon after by Tate and Kevin.
“What are you doing here?” Cadeon asked Tate.
“Taking a break and waiting for my