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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
7
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Intro...
AN: Yah, I'm completely shameless... I feel kinda odd posting this here, I love this fic dearly, but I'm scared that people will think it sucks because it's a SI fic.
But Hopefully someone out there likes it...
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I've never minded my life... well, not really... I have often thought I was insane and hated sane people... I even had several years were I tried to hunt down any myths or legends I could find, 7 years to be exact. Mostly I was looking for Vampires, Reality is boring and dull and I had saved all my earnings from a shit-hole call center job and I just... Left, In search of anything about them I could find, All 'The Vampire Lestat' style, ya know?
Heh, I even went so far as to scroll graffiti onto buildings like he did, My most favorite was the first place I stopped, If you know me You probably have guessed by now, Santa Cruz California, I was amused to see a billboard very like the one in the movie 'The Lost Boys', I was so amused by the sight that as I walked around it I was mildly shocked (but actually unsurprised) to see it lacked the odd statement of "murder capitol of the world", So, I added it in traditional red with black outline, and my own touch was a big stylized purple '?' at the end... It took me a whole night to do it but I was pleased in the end result... And that was the start of it, it didn't stop there, I actually traveled the world those 7 years, All along this coast and all along the East coast as well, then I traveled abroad... Italy, Japan, Spain, Rome, Egypt, I would occasionally add odd statements and symbols from Vampire myth to walls and billboards, but most of my work was chiseled into stones and brick walls in on inch (or less) tall letters, odd statements like 'Do you exist?', 'contact me, I wish to know you.', 'come out, come out wherever you are' and the like, all obscure but to the right person... Or vampire, completely understandable. Well, in theory...
Knowing what I know now, I'm very lucky I didn't wind up dead from risking what I did, But I digress... I'll get to that later.
After 7 years of this, I finally returned home only to have the sad realization hit me in the form of several letters. My grandparents were dead and the family had been unable to contact me due to my travels, This depressing news was lightened slightly by the news that I alone was the beneficiary of their Will, laughably it was because I was 'the most responsible' of the family, to this day I think this is only because I wasn't around enough for them to know otherwise... I mean, hell, I took a seven year trip to look for Vampires! Does that say 'Responsible' to you? Hell No! It says 'Crazy as fuck' to most people... But I guess everything turned out right, I invested the money DAMN well anyway.
That aforementioned Investment took the form of 1: A beat up old Chevy truck, 2: A damn fine Triumph Bonneville that I adore, And 3: My Club... Oh god, This was my best idea ever, And I fell in love with the building when I saw it, She's located in Santa Cruz unsurprisingly enough, Main floor was a Bar once and she's four stories tall, the upper floors were apartments, I bought her that day and started planning and spending, The Bar stayed just that but I redecorated it a lot, It had been some sort of disco crap bar... Ick!, ya know?
I fixed the paint first and trashed the cheesy decor, The walls became charcoal color and the ceiling became dark blue, I had a blast decorating it, I invited my friends out and payed for flights to help me paint and decorate, I think we must have crazy-glued a few billion glow in the dark stars to the ceiling
Heh, Me, Jax and Gwynn love those stars, Mike painted up the front doors, painted them black with metallic red flames on them, All the barstools and chairs were redone with black leather upholstery and we staged a paint fight behind the bar with multi colors of bright neon and black light reactive paint, we protected the actual bar by taping newspaper to it of course, that remained the same, The bar was my other favorite thing about it, it was OLD and it showed about this thing, rings from too many beer glasses slammed onto it, several nicks and dings, cigarette burns, various stains and a few places that looked like someone had stabbed the bar top with a knife, The grooves matched roughly to my switchblade when I measured them, this amused me. We blacked out the windows and as we were finishing and re staining the floor I decided on a name... the club would only be known as 'The Lost' and it would be mine... All the meanings behind it make me smile, the main one being that at the time that is how I felt... Lost, In all my searching and hoping I had found nothing but this bar and I still felt hopelessly Lost and unwanted...
I suppose this is also why I fell for Jax's Idea of what to do with the first floor... You see, I had planned to rent them all out except for the biggest one that I had moved into, but Jax wanted me to Make S&M dungeons out of all the first floor rooms... And so we did, I have always wanted a S&M playground as much as I wanted a good Bar to run. So we did, The day I painted the sign over the door in silver paint was the same day we started on the other rooms, 5 in all not counting my room (which we also did up) one for 'fluff' play, two rooms for 'themes' that could be modified to anything at the drop of a hat, one for rough play in a comfortable environment, hardwood floors, a queen size four poster bed (with all the appropriate tie-downs) and the like, the last room was rough and hardcore, concrete floor with a drain in the middle and filled with harsher toys and various swords and knives along the walls... My own room I allowed Jax to decorate as well... My bed space was 'off limits', of course, but I have a nice wall tapestry of a Gothic castle blocking my King size four poster water bed from view from the rest of the room to see to that anyway. And after leaving her with permission to decorate my room I left for the day to go stock supply's for the Bar and Kitchen and to see about a few locals that I knew were interested in working at the bar.
The memory of the shock as I walked into my room to find it decorated like that... heh... still astounds and amuses me to this day, It also shocked me to realize that Jax seemed to know how to add the perfect twist to my room, in one day my room went from 'Goth casual' to 'Dark, possibly Vampire Domme' decor, black velvet lined the walls, pulled aside like curtains in one place to reveal a small alcove with chains and cuffs attached to the brick wall, a black leather couch and recliner, black end tables with shiny lacquer on them, old style Gothic lamps resting on them, two tall black shiny bookcases against one wall with a stack of books I had not had before sitting near them, S&M books, mostly fantasy stories all looking ready to be shelved, and aside from a box in the middle if the room full of S&M gear (manacles, cuffs, whips, floggers, things like that), my favorite part was what was laying in place of a coffee table... It was a old style coffin, you know the kind that were actually shaped? not these rectangular things... and it was black with shiny lacquer on it and painted on the lid was a bouquet of blood red roses, also there was a small painted ribbon around the flowers, all it said was "...lost in the shadows..."... It took my breath away, I LOVED it... hmmm... Still do...
And that was the start of my Club within a Club, interesting, huh? I bet if my grandparents could see what I spent their money on they would be rolling in their graves... But anyway, I loved it, and Jax loved being able to come visit and play Domme all day, I loved it too, but... My favorite was my bar, really... She is my pride and joy, made all the better when the combination of the drinks I keep stocked and my choices in music dragged in the local biker group. Not a gang, they will tell you rather firmly if you ask, 'we are just a group, we like to ride and talk and share a few drinks over the latest gossip is all' my only response is usually to snort and inquire as to why the stick to each other as close and adore terrorizing the tourists so much.. 'Group' my ass ...And I said grOUP NOT grope, look at me like that again and I'll slap you.
Were was I? Oh, yeah the bar... speaking of I got to tell you about my employees! Great kids, first there is my cook Nate, he's a good kid, went to the cooking school in Portland for several years, knew him before my move down to Cali and invited him to move down for work after my first cook left on me... Don't EVEN get me started on that, Bitch couldn't take a joke is all and she left... Anyway, then there is Julie, she's my waitress and part time bartender, same story, known Julie since Portland, actually since I was 7 or so... She had some issues and didn't want to move back with her parents or old roommates, so I offered her and two of her friends room and board if she worked for me, this works swimmingly for all of us... There are my two bartenders, James and Ardeth, James is a local kid that had too much time on his hands and needed a job, and Ardeth was my stray... She wound up in the bar, ordering drink after drink, refusing any company and crying quietly to herself occasionally, Now, I could tell from her clothes and unkempt appearance that she likely either wasn't doing too good at home or more likely wasn't AT home at all... So there I was all pepped up from a great Session upstairs and there's this cute thing sitting at my bar crying when I come downstairs, I sure as hell can't have that! ...So I grab myself a drink and walk over and introduce myself, she didn't want to talk at first but after several minutes of me talking at her and sharing my story of my bad parts of my own past, she started to warm up to me and we started talking like old friends, bitching about past hurts and everything... Poor girl had it rough, but I fixed her up, that night she passed out at the bar and I put her up in one of the many spare apartments and left and note in her hand, letting her know she was free to go but I would like it if she would stay, take this apartment and be a bartender for me. Now I didn't hear from her for a week, but sure enough she showed up exactly that week later and nervously asked if I still needed a bartender, naturally I did.
...Now, don't get too confused, I keep callin' 'em kids, but they aren't a day under 21, in fact most are 23, hell... I'm only 25, but most people are 'kids' to me... Always will be.
Then there are my two door guys, skinny goth guys they are, but one drunk out of towner quickly realized that you do NOT fuck with them, they are apparently trained in a few styles of fighting each, they are my boys J and Kevin, now I say they are my boys, but I don't mean that literally, but they are around soo much that they might as well be. I think they leave maybe 7 hours a week a piece and they recently moved into one of the apartments too, leaving me with only 9 empty apartments... What the hell am I going to do with that space? Not that it is an issue, I make more than enough from the S&M business alone to cover my rent, upkeep, food and to keep the kitchen and bar stocked... More than in fact, The earnings from the bar are all kept... It was a brilliant idea and I get a kick out of it.
Heh, you should have seen the regulars the night I came downstairs from a Session, I was JAZZED, I'd just gotten a new client who had been referred to me from another club, he apparently liked his bondage and kink rougher than they were comfortable with, and that is JUST the way I like 'em, Apparently aside from massive amounts of pain, the main thing he liked that squicked the other club was that he liked to bleed. Funny thing was, he was nervous when he told me, I just smiled, leaned close and told him 'what a coincidence, so do I.' he seemed to get a kick out of that and relaxed and things progressed from there. After the Session with him I had patched him up with rubbing alcohol and gauze pads and sent him on his way, heh, he tipped me 200$ for patching him up, who'd have though no one would have thought of it before? hell, I like it after rough play. but maybe that personal interest gave me more insight into what feels good? who knows... But I didn't even bother changing that night, I just sauntered down the stairs like walking into my bar dressed in a leather vest, leather chaps and a thong with sprinkles of blood covering me were normal, it was funny as hell lookin' up from the cash in my hand to the dead silence of the bar, and I laughed, boy did I laugh. You should have seen them! All the biker 'group' was there, apparently just back from a rally or something as were several locals and some out of towner's, it was great! After my laughter quieted the bar noise resumed slowly as the locals and bikers resumed drinking and talking first, a few bikers I knew made their way over to beg the sordid details out of me. Naturally I didn't tell a peep. I mixed myself a drink real quick and gulped it down, savoring the warmth from the alcohol before slamming the glass down on the bar and sauntering over to the jukebox against one wall, I had custom ordered that baby and filled it with custom burned CDs with all my best music (yes I had purchased all the CDs the music came from just to be 'legit' about it too, I just left out the crap), I casually flipped through the music before queuing up 'Lost in the Shadows' and 'Walk this Way', and to burn excess energy, I danced, and in a fit of excited inspiration in the middle of the song 'Walk this way' I ran over and hopped up onto the bar and began sauntering up and down the bar, neatly stepping around drinks and glasses as I danced and mouthed the lyrics in a semi-exaggerated manner. The name the new client gave me was 'Damien' by the way, cute, huh?
It didn't take long for this to become nearly tradition every other Monday and Friday...
It also didn't take long for my world to suddenly do a *180 flip on me...
But Hopefully someone out there likes it...
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I've never minded my life... well, not really... I have often thought I was insane and hated sane people... I even had several years were I tried to hunt down any myths or legends I could find, 7 years to be exact. Mostly I was looking for Vampires, Reality is boring and dull and I had saved all my earnings from a shit-hole call center job and I just... Left, In search of anything about them I could find, All 'The Vampire Lestat' style, ya know?
Heh, I even went so far as to scroll graffiti onto buildings like he did, My most favorite was the first place I stopped, If you know me You probably have guessed by now, Santa Cruz California, I was amused to see a billboard very like the one in the movie 'The Lost Boys', I was so amused by the sight that as I walked around it I was mildly shocked (but actually unsurprised) to see it lacked the odd statement of "murder capitol of the world", So, I added it in traditional red with black outline, and my own touch was a big stylized purple '?' at the end... It took me a whole night to do it but I was pleased in the end result... And that was the start of it, it didn't stop there, I actually traveled the world those 7 years, All along this coast and all along the East coast as well, then I traveled abroad... Italy, Japan, Spain, Rome, Egypt, I would occasionally add odd statements and symbols from Vampire myth to walls and billboards, but most of my work was chiseled into stones and brick walls in on inch (or less) tall letters, odd statements like 'Do you exist?', 'contact me, I wish to know you.', 'come out, come out wherever you are' and the like, all obscure but to the right person... Or vampire, completely understandable. Well, in theory...
Knowing what I know now, I'm very lucky I didn't wind up dead from risking what I did, But I digress... I'll get to that later.
After 7 years of this, I finally returned home only to have the sad realization hit me in the form of several letters. My grandparents were dead and the family had been unable to contact me due to my travels, This depressing news was lightened slightly by the news that I alone was the beneficiary of their Will, laughably it was because I was 'the most responsible' of the family, to this day I think this is only because I wasn't around enough for them to know otherwise... I mean, hell, I took a seven year trip to look for Vampires! Does that say 'Responsible' to you? Hell No! It says 'Crazy as fuck' to most people... But I guess everything turned out right, I invested the money DAMN well anyway.
That aforementioned Investment took the form of 1: A beat up old Chevy truck, 2: A damn fine Triumph Bonneville that I adore, And 3: My Club... Oh god, This was my best idea ever, And I fell in love with the building when I saw it, She's located in Santa Cruz unsurprisingly enough, Main floor was a Bar once and she's four stories tall, the upper floors were apartments, I bought her that day and started planning and spending, The Bar stayed just that but I redecorated it a lot, It had been some sort of disco crap bar... Ick!, ya know?
I fixed the paint first and trashed the cheesy decor, The walls became charcoal color and the ceiling became dark blue, I had a blast decorating it, I invited my friends out and payed for flights to help me paint and decorate, I think we must have crazy-glued a few billion glow in the dark stars to the ceiling
Heh, Me, Jax and Gwynn love those stars, Mike painted up the front doors, painted them black with metallic red flames on them, All the barstools and chairs were redone with black leather upholstery and we staged a paint fight behind the bar with multi colors of bright neon and black light reactive paint, we protected the actual bar by taping newspaper to it of course, that remained the same, The bar was my other favorite thing about it, it was OLD and it showed about this thing, rings from too many beer glasses slammed onto it, several nicks and dings, cigarette burns, various stains and a few places that looked like someone had stabbed the bar top with a knife, The grooves matched roughly to my switchblade when I measured them, this amused me. We blacked out the windows and as we were finishing and re staining the floor I decided on a name... the club would only be known as 'The Lost' and it would be mine... All the meanings behind it make me smile, the main one being that at the time that is how I felt... Lost, In all my searching and hoping I had found nothing but this bar and I still felt hopelessly Lost and unwanted...
I suppose this is also why I fell for Jax's Idea of what to do with the first floor... You see, I had planned to rent them all out except for the biggest one that I had moved into, but Jax wanted me to Make S&M dungeons out of all the first floor rooms... And so we did, I have always wanted a S&M playground as much as I wanted a good Bar to run. So we did, The day I painted the sign over the door in silver paint was the same day we started on the other rooms, 5 in all not counting my room (which we also did up) one for 'fluff' play, two rooms for 'themes' that could be modified to anything at the drop of a hat, one for rough play in a comfortable environment, hardwood floors, a queen size four poster bed (with all the appropriate tie-downs) and the like, the last room was rough and hardcore, concrete floor with a drain in the middle and filled with harsher toys and various swords and knives along the walls... My own room I allowed Jax to decorate as well... My bed space was 'off limits', of course, but I have a nice wall tapestry of a Gothic castle blocking my King size four poster water bed from view from the rest of the room to see to that anyway. And after leaving her with permission to decorate my room I left for the day to go stock supply's for the Bar and Kitchen and to see about a few locals that I knew were interested in working at the bar.
The memory of the shock as I walked into my room to find it decorated like that... heh... still astounds and amuses me to this day, It also shocked me to realize that Jax seemed to know how to add the perfect twist to my room, in one day my room went from 'Goth casual' to 'Dark, possibly Vampire Domme' decor, black velvet lined the walls, pulled aside like curtains in one place to reveal a small alcove with chains and cuffs attached to the brick wall, a black leather couch and recliner, black end tables with shiny lacquer on them, old style Gothic lamps resting on them, two tall black shiny bookcases against one wall with a stack of books I had not had before sitting near them, S&M books, mostly fantasy stories all looking ready to be shelved, and aside from a box in the middle if the room full of S&M gear (manacles, cuffs, whips, floggers, things like that), my favorite part was what was laying in place of a coffee table... It was a old style coffin, you know the kind that were actually shaped? not these rectangular things... and it was black with shiny lacquer on it and painted on the lid was a bouquet of blood red roses, also there was a small painted ribbon around the flowers, all it said was "...lost in the shadows..."... It took my breath away, I LOVED it... hmmm... Still do...
And that was the start of my Club within a Club, interesting, huh? I bet if my grandparents could see what I spent their money on they would be rolling in their graves... But anyway, I loved it, and Jax loved being able to come visit and play Domme all day, I loved it too, but... My favorite was my bar, really... She is my pride and joy, made all the better when the combination of the drinks I keep stocked and my choices in music dragged in the local biker group. Not a gang, they will tell you rather firmly if you ask, 'we are just a group, we like to ride and talk and share a few drinks over the latest gossip is all' my only response is usually to snort and inquire as to why the stick to each other as close and adore terrorizing the tourists so much.. 'Group' my ass ...And I said grOUP NOT grope, look at me like that again and I'll slap you.
Were was I? Oh, yeah the bar... speaking of I got to tell you about my employees! Great kids, first there is my cook Nate, he's a good kid, went to the cooking school in Portland for several years, knew him before my move down to Cali and invited him to move down for work after my first cook left on me... Don't EVEN get me started on that, Bitch couldn't take a joke is all and she left... Anyway, then there is Julie, she's my waitress and part time bartender, same story, known Julie since Portland, actually since I was 7 or so... She had some issues and didn't want to move back with her parents or old roommates, so I offered her and two of her friends room and board if she worked for me, this works swimmingly for all of us... There are my two bartenders, James and Ardeth, James is a local kid that had too much time on his hands and needed a job, and Ardeth was my stray... She wound up in the bar, ordering drink after drink, refusing any company and crying quietly to herself occasionally, Now, I could tell from her clothes and unkempt appearance that she likely either wasn't doing too good at home or more likely wasn't AT home at all... So there I was all pepped up from a great Session upstairs and there's this cute thing sitting at my bar crying when I come downstairs, I sure as hell can't have that! ...So I grab myself a drink and walk over and introduce myself, she didn't want to talk at first but after several minutes of me talking at her and sharing my story of my bad parts of my own past, she started to warm up to me and we started talking like old friends, bitching about past hurts and everything... Poor girl had it rough, but I fixed her up, that night she passed out at the bar and I put her up in one of the many spare apartments and left and note in her hand, letting her know she was free to go but I would like it if she would stay, take this apartment and be a bartender for me. Now I didn't hear from her for a week, but sure enough she showed up exactly that week later and nervously asked if I still needed a bartender, naturally I did.
...Now, don't get too confused, I keep callin' 'em kids, but they aren't a day under 21, in fact most are 23, hell... I'm only 25, but most people are 'kids' to me... Always will be.
Then there are my two door guys, skinny goth guys they are, but one drunk out of towner quickly realized that you do NOT fuck with them, they are apparently trained in a few styles of fighting each, they are my boys J and Kevin, now I say they are my boys, but I don't mean that literally, but they are around soo much that they might as well be. I think they leave maybe 7 hours a week a piece and they recently moved into one of the apartments too, leaving me with only 9 empty apartments... What the hell am I going to do with that space? Not that it is an issue, I make more than enough from the S&M business alone to cover my rent, upkeep, food and to keep the kitchen and bar stocked... More than in fact, The earnings from the bar are all kept... It was a brilliant idea and I get a kick out of it.
Heh, you should have seen the regulars the night I came downstairs from a Session, I was JAZZED, I'd just gotten a new client who had been referred to me from another club, he apparently liked his bondage and kink rougher than they were comfortable with, and that is JUST the way I like 'em, Apparently aside from massive amounts of pain, the main thing he liked that squicked the other club was that he liked to bleed. Funny thing was, he was nervous when he told me, I just smiled, leaned close and told him 'what a coincidence, so do I.' he seemed to get a kick out of that and relaxed and things progressed from there. After the Session with him I had patched him up with rubbing alcohol and gauze pads and sent him on his way, heh, he tipped me 200$ for patching him up, who'd have though no one would have thought of it before? hell, I like it after rough play. but maybe that personal interest gave me more insight into what feels good? who knows... But I didn't even bother changing that night, I just sauntered down the stairs like walking into my bar dressed in a leather vest, leather chaps and a thong with sprinkles of blood covering me were normal, it was funny as hell lookin' up from the cash in my hand to the dead silence of the bar, and I laughed, boy did I laugh. You should have seen them! All the biker 'group' was there, apparently just back from a rally or something as were several locals and some out of towner's, it was great! After my laughter quieted the bar noise resumed slowly as the locals and bikers resumed drinking and talking first, a few bikers I knew made their way over to beg the sordid details out of me. Naturally I didn't tell a peep. I mixed myself a drink real quick and gulped it down, savoring the warmth from the alcohol before slamming the glass down on the bar and sauntering over to the jukebox against one wall, I had custom ordered that baby and filled it with custom burned CDs with all my best music (yes I had purchased all the CDs the music came from just to be 'legit' about it too, I just left out the crap), I casually flipped through the music before queuing up 'Lost in the Shadows' and 'Walk this Way', and to burn excess energy, I danced, and in a fit of excited inspiration in the middle of the song 'Walk this way' I ran over and hopped up onto the bar and began sauntering up and down the bar, neatly stepping around drinks and glasses as I danced and mouthed the lyrics in a semi-exaggerated manner. The name the new client gave me was 'Damien' by the way, cute, huh?
It didn't take long for this to become nearly tradition every other Monday and Friday...
It also didn't take long for my world to suddenly do a *180 flip on me...