Twisted Tales of the Dark Star

"You're not exactly playing by the rules Mister Hughes."

I look up at the tanned, weather beaten face of Hector Salazar with a grin as he stands beside me at the bar.

"There are certain protocols that exist within the parameters of being a member of The Collective," the Ecuadorean continues.

Draining the last of my tumbler of Brandy I glance to my watch noting its a little after three thirty in the morning. I had only come to the venue as I had not fancied the prospect of drinking alone at the end of a night that had offered little opportunity of a conquest at my own venue. Too long taken at the end of the night attempting to convince and lure a tall blonde into ending her own night in my company. Her loyalty to her boyfriend who she was not out with had proved admirable but ultimately hugely frustrating.

I now fixated on a different long legged blonde, a substitute with whom to earn gratification at the end of a long night. One of Hector Salazar's plethora of escorts. My own night club was littered with my own girls I could have called upon but tonight I sought someone new someone fresh with whom to gain carnal pleasure from.

My attention locked on the Scandinavian looking blonde in a short black dress with amazing blue eyes noticeable even a distance, who sat presently chatting with two portly looking gentleman who unapologetically fawned all over her. I had not seen her before at the unimaginatively titled 'Warehouse 43', the Private Members bar that Salazar ran as a front for many of his as I have already concurred less than scrupulously enterprises. As I imagine gaining her submission looking into those eyes, my distraction from the attention he seeks has obviously not gone unnoticed by Hector.

I am always guarded around Salazar, I had already noted his presence as well as those I have seen working for him at the Dark Star in recent months, lurking in the background at the Club. Never fully trusting his motives or relaxing in his presence ever since he had approached me in another private members bar a little over six months ago. I sense since then he has been attempting to manage and manipulate me. His goals I am unsure of, as a consequence I am as wary of Hector as any of the girls that work for him should be. Whilst I do not trust the Ecuadorean it is not without irony that I have come to rely on the services the private members club he has ingratiated me into.

My thoughts lost again as the attractive dark skinned female DJ who had been playing slow tempo electronic music on a raised stage in the corner of the room walks past us offering a flirtatious glance towards Hector and possibly myself.

"There has to be some give with the take," Hector offers distracting my attention back to himself as he offers a smarmy grin. "It is about time you provided a little entertainment ...walk a two way street as they say."

I know immediately to what he refers, it has been referenced countless times before, he expects me to provide a girl for him. A little fresh meat for the buffet as it were. Rules that to be fair had been expressed on my initial invitation into the members club.

"I will provide," I offer with a raise of an eyebrow.

"Until such time that you are true to your word Mister Hughes..." Salazar offers with a darkness that laces his eyes, "...then I am afraid the privileges of your membership are revoked."

I glance over to the long legged blonde, as she throws her head back while feigning laughter in the company of the two males.

"Which is a pity for you..." Salazar goads "...I can assure you that Helena is a fantastic energetic little specimen."

**********

"You come here often then?" Shauna O'Neal softly enquires on another look around the painfully quiet venue.

"Occasionally," I offer with a casual smirk. My eyes scanning the room and I'm a little disappointed not to spot the blonde Helena apparently present tonight.

Shauna looked stunning herself, I had lured her here under slightly false pretence. I had known the red head for near enough a year I figure, I forget exactly when I had met her, but I recall she had been a waitress at a Chinese restaurant at which I had eaten. Several illicit dalliances had followed prior to my giving Shauna a job first behind the bar then expanded her capacity, at her own request, as a hostess and occasional escort at the Dark Star.

As a result of how well we had gotten to know one another Shauna could always be relied upon as a go to at the end of a night. Rarely did she fail to reject the nature of my lurid advances, or for that matter fail to impress.

Tonight dressed in a tight fitting, short strapless emerald green dress, dark nylons, and black stiletto knee knee-high boots she drew admiring glances from all of the male patrons within Warehouse 43 as she sat engaged in casual conversation with me whilst sipping on whisky and coke, her go to drink of choice.

My only grievance with her was that, as per Salazar's request I had asked her to dress in red. The protocol of the club stipulated that 'Surrenders' as they were colloquially known be signified by a red dress or red outfit of any description.

"It's a little stale... like a library," Shauna offers her opinion without my response.

As I look around the room, to the accompanying sound of Latin music I might agree, there are but twelve other males dotted around the main bar and a handful of females, most of whom I recognise as escorts. Their black cocktail dresses indicating their status unbeknownst to Shauna, although she is the only female not to be dressed in black.

"I like it compared to the hustle and bustle of the Dark Star" I offer, "There's a certain level of intimacy."

"So, you're expecting intimacy from me, are you Logan?" Shauna mischievously responds with a raised brow as I note Hector Salazar step behind her to stand at the bar.

"I'm sure my associate will introduce himself sooner or later." I offer painfully aware of having brought Shauna here tonight on not so much a bequest as a demand given the conversation of a week ago.

As my eyes cast over her svelte body, I am completely unaware of how her night will fare. Not least given the nature of several nights that I have already experienced myself at Warehouse 43, the fates of some of the girls I have seen twists my stomach a little as I look up into Shauna's green eyes.

I had lured Shauna with the promise of financial reward. A five hundred pound deposit made into her personal account before I had picked her up a little over an hour ago, as well as the expense of the outfit she has purchased to wear. The young student had taken to subsidising her income with occasional prostitution by stepping into the role of an escort at the Dark Star where she operated with a certain anonymity by being known as Orla, five hundred pounds being her pseudonyms base rate. Twenty percent of which normally coming to myself, tonight I would let such commission pass.

Tonight would I was certain constitute events far beyond the control and the self imposed rules of engagement she usually operated under with members at the club. Tonight, she would face the rules set by Salazar and his 'Collective'.

The Collective; the private members club that I had been invited to join specialised in pursuits I found in the main appealing. Over recent months aside from the regular opportunities provided by my own establishment Hector and other members had facilitated debauched gatherings either here at the Warehouse or at private residences. Nights always centred around the sexual dominance of one or more female individuals.

There had been something uncomfortable within my first experience, a young tall brunette called Irina shared between myself and four others, yet over the months I had seen beyond the taboo, parked my reservations to appreciate and benefit from the debauchery that ensued at the location situated on the edge of the city. Irina had been of Eastern European descent. As I look up into Shauna's pale blue eyes, I fully appreciate that tonight's conquest will be Irish, despite her lack of knowledge as to what she has agreed to.

"I need to use the facilities," Shauna states slipping from the bar stool on which she perches, not before finishing the last of her drink. I do not object offering a smile before silently watching her walk away, unable to resist casting my eyes up her slender legs as she momentarily departs.

"She's no idea why you've brought her to tonight has she, my friend?" Salazar enquires the moment Shauna is out of earshot as he finally approaches me.

"She's aware there's an expectation of her," I state as I finish my brandy, noting the look of disdain Salazar immediately looks upon me with.

"Will she need encouragement?" Salazar coldly enquires.

"Depends on what's expected of her."

"Nothing exceptional..." Salazar matter of factly states, "...Although I cannot keep my clientele waiting much longer.... Perhaps there's a means to expediting the situation."

As I try to pick apart his words I notice a barman approach at Salazar's subtle request, before he instructs, "Enzo fix our young lady a special."

Without a word I watch as the barman diligently responds with a silent nod. reaching into his pocket to procure a small glass bottle.

Unscrewing the top of the bottle he lets three drops of a clear liquid fall into a long glass he places upon the bar, before he adds ice, a strong measure of Irish whisky and a splash of Cola before mixing the contents. The drink appears a little murkier than it should but barely noticeably so.

"That will assist our cause ...and her willing," Salazar smirks.

"What is it?" I enquire trying to keep my tone of voice neutral, despite my ire at the arrogance of Salazar's deceit.

I was not naive, I had suspected many of the girls I had encountered who found themselves in the hands of the Collective had been under heavy influence of alcohol and narcotics such as cocaine and maybe ecstasy. The lost look within the eyes of a girl often a tell tale sign as they surrender to depravity.

"Just a little something an associate of mine... an excellent apothecary from Germany has created... even if it comes at considerable cost... although tonight the charge will be added to your account."

"That may have been wasted" I offer, with sincerity. "In my experience she's open to suggestion."

"Perhaps, but under the circumstance... expectation is akin to chance." Salazar states on a riddle before switching the tone of the conversation.

A sense of guilt immediately niggles me, the betrayal I have consciously made in treating young Shauna as little more than a commodity.

"You'll be unable to participate Logan... tonight your 'Surrender' is only for the benefit of 'The Collective'... I can make arrangements for you to observe the performance should you wish... maybe with your own company."

His eyeline casts to a slender Japanese girl serving drinks at the far end of the bar.

"In light of the misdemeanour I have put word around that green is tonight's red" Salazar continues, "Your offering has generated significant interest... you've provided adequately, you've set a high bar for future surrenders... Thank you."

His words are laced with a sinister undertone as he steps slightly away from the bar. I hear the strike of her boot clad heels before I catch sight of Shauna as she heads back into main bar area.

A wistful smile etches her lips as glancing to Salazar's presence she sits back next to me before taking a sip of the laced drink. Suppressing the shiver that yearns to break as I observe the attention she is paid by Salazar and those around us.

"A fresh drink ...why thank you Logan," she offers raising her glass to clink against mine.

"You're welcome," I respond in a toast to her ignorance as she sips again from her tainted drink, "It's from my friend here... Shauna, I'd like you to meet Hector Salazar."

Shauna turns her gaze towards Salazar who immediately takes her pale hand in his own rugged tanned hand and raises her it to kiss the back of her hand.

"Well in that case... Thank you Hector," Shauna pleasantly offers turning her head along pale shoulders towards him.

She may I fear regret such sentiment very soon.

**********

"Jen will provide for your needs," Winter Omertà, Salazar's attractive assistant offers as she pulls back a long dark curtain to reveal a single door beyond it.

"Can I not request the pleasure of your company?" I offer with a smirk.

"I'm unavailable... especially to the likes of you," is the curt response I receive.

"Enjoy your entertainment and know your boundaries Mister Hughes."

For fear of earning further scorn or worse I am mindful not to comment further, either with sarcasm or otherwise as I lower the door handle and swing open the door to which I have been guided.

The room we enter is dark and somewhat claustrophobic, Jen and I wonder if that's her real name, enters behind me and immediately stands diligently to the left hand side of the single leather sofa style seat that faces into what is quite obviously a bedroom, that is no bigger than a budget hotel room. The room I enter I fast appreciate constitutes nothing more than a viewing chamber to the larger room through thick glass framed on the opposite sides by long dark drapes.

Menacingly stood between the pane of glass and the room beyond is large dark wooden St. Andrews cross. The device cleverly positioned so as to obscure very little of the room beyond. I admire the forethought and the aesthetic at the same time. My assumption is that inside the bedroom the window I look through will be mirrored glass similar to how the private rooms face an unknowing dance floor at the Dark Star

This is a carefully crafted place to observe what the night holds in store for young Shauna. A night which I am unsure that she will even consciously recall.

"Be seated please," Jen offers on a tone that is delivered more as a question than a statement.

I cast my eyes over her slender frame, her slim legs clad in fishnet hosiery beneath the short black dress that clings to perky small breasts. As I remove my suit jacket and sit myself down in the comfortable chair. Jen immediately, diligently, reaches for my jacket which she takes away to hang on the rear of the door. I do not watch her though my attention is firmly fixed on the room before me.

Shauna enters, walking into the room on confident strides from a door to the left hand side of the room, Salazar follows at close quarters, placing a hand upon her exposed left shoulder as she approaches the vast expanse of a bed that fills the room and is dressed in black fitted sheets.

Obediently at his touch Shauna stops and allows Salazar to approach her, he speaks over her shoulder, and she looks back towards him without turning. Immediately her hands slip through her auburn hair, and she pulls her hair back into a ponytail, tying it back from the little black hair band I had spotted earlier on her left wrist.

Salazar then reaches past her and retrieves an item from the bed that I had not noticed, its existence camouflaged by the sheet. Shauna does not react, not even as she as do I, catches sight of what the Ecuadorean now clutches in his right hand, a single thick black leather cuff. Positioning Shauna's arms to her side she does not react as he begins to fasten the cuff over her left wrist before procuring a second cuff that is fastened over her right wrist. Guiding her arms once cuffed into the small of her back he attaches the cuffs to one another without any resistance from the young Irish girl.

Shauna stands tall, even as Salazar reaches for another item, a far more intrusive looking method of restraint. I lean forward from my seated position as she allows him to wrap the wide rigid black leather posture collar around her slender pale neck. Even with the collar applied and her head held a little unnaturally upright Shauna does not protest. While she continues to face away from him across the vast bed that I have no doubt he will claim her young body upon. I continue to watch transfixed as he slowly lowers the zipper that runs the length of the rear of the jade green dress.

From the rear the dress falls open and away from her as it comes undone, revealing as it does that Shauna's porcelain pale body, a body that I know so intimately myself is clad beneath the garment in a black suspender belt, which extends to hold up black nylon stockings. A tiny black lace detail G-string the only other item that covers her body as he turns her first towards me and then a full one hundred and eighty degrees on the heels of her boots to face himself.

His eyes feasting on her body before he gently paces around her, kicking her now redundant dress to one side as he does so. Shauna knew my penchant for the finer detail of underwear, coupling the simple black garments with the exquisite knee-high boots that clad her lower legs. I fully appreciate that the outfit Salazar benefits from her being dressed in had been intended for me as much as anyone else.

With a crackle a speaker set within the ceiling of the observation room kicks into life as Salazar stands back before Shauna while he unbuttons and discards the fitted grey shirt that clings to his upper body.

I watch as his left hand slips inside his pocket and he withdraws something in the clutch of his fingers. Stood profile on to me I watch as his left hand slips over her pale right breast his fingers toy briefly over her nipple before I hear Shauna stifled little whimper. As his dark skinned hands compared to her pale firm breast slips away, I catch site of the black nipple clamp he has fastened to her body. Moments later a second pained whimper fills the room as her right nipple receives the same attention.

"Take to your knees for me" I hear the Ecuadorean clearly instruct as his hands graze up under along the sides of her breasts.

Diligently and without a moment or hesitation Shauna without assistance takes first to one knee then to both as with her back to the bed she faces Salazar.

"Good girl," Salazar lauds, his hand reaching to cradle her jaw. "Now I want you to slip your mouth over me... and pleasure me until I instruct further."

His instruction is callous, delivered so coldly as he unzips himself and reveals, through his fly, his already erect length to the auburn haired beauty. The posture collar prevents much movement from her head as it sits tightly around her neck, but Shauna displays no signs of reluctance. So, when Hector Salazar's right hand slips across the backs of her of her collared neck Shauna slips her body forward at such an angle to with ease willing take into her mouth.

"Should you wish...:" Jen offers from my left, "...I can provide the same relief."

"That's ok... there's no need" I reply.

"Maybe hand relief then Mr Logan?" she further enquires.

"Perhaps later," I refuse once more not caring for the distraction of the escorts offer over perversely dwelling on what plays out before me.

My eyes barely leave Shauna, a mixture of emotions grips me as I observe her surrender. Within the grip of Salazar's hands now her mouth bobs back and forth over him. Diligently she offers an attention that may not be of her own fruition. Salazar's gaze casting down upon her as he benefits from the grip of the drug that courses through her blood stream. His control over her porcelain pale body achieved by ill gotten means.

"Keep that up... keep going." Salazar's demands come encourages. The wet throaty sounds of her mouth working over him pass through the speakers. Microphones placed around the room capture seemingly every second and I cannot help but consider if equally hidden cameras capture a recording of Shauna as they may well of countless others who have been coerced, offered, or surrendered to the king pin of the salubrious operation he fronts. The thought also occurring to me that my prior involvements with Salazar and his 'Collective' may have been captured and documented.