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Grant

This club looked like nothing

So much so, I stood on the cracked sidewalk and double-checked the address on the screen of ht place

The elusive blindfold club catered to wealthy clients who had deep pockets and a taste for kink And the operating front for the illegal brothel was supposedly a high-class,before me looked like it contained neither of those

It didn’t look like it was in use at all

I’d been expecting an elegant storefront For months I’d searched for this place, and once I tracked it down, o? Was it like the movies with an elaborate set-up? Where I’d coer a secret passagehich led to the real club?

The black building had a single door with a dians, just the brass street numbers tacked to the side I stared up at it with a weird sense of disappoint It was unreo, especially if you were running an illegal operation It was a place that wouldn’t get a second look

It was a Friday night and the spring weather was decent, but the street was empty There weren’t any bars or restaurants within blocks of this establishripped the doorknob and half expected it not to turn

It did

I stepped into the rooer than a closet Or perhaps it felt that way because I was big and took up a lot of space, and the security guy sitting on the stool was even bigger than I was

He stood and gave me a polite smile, one that seemed rehearsed, as he sized htened, ht he could take me if the situation called for it

He was underestio’s seby team, and I was the best prop they’d had in years I was the perfect co, fast, and reckless

His gaze noted otten a call from the club owner earlier this week and was told the club rules were “dress to impress”