The Den was known for its mystery, for its darkness. Called "The Den," it seemed to shift from place to place, taking residence in a city for only a few days, perhaps a week or two, before seemingly disappearing into the night. Little was known about the owners. Some claimed that there were, in fact, regulars to this hidden club, though no one seemed to have proof. Nobody knew anyone who actually could be called a regular, and no one seemed to really know what went on. All they knew that when it came to elite and selective, nothing came close to "The Den."
Which went partway toward explaining why the beautiful Brit was walking toward it, her brown eyes sweeping the building. Miss Emma Watson was currently shooting a film in this city. An invitation had gone out to the lot of them. Emma, intrigued by the idea of such an exclusive establishment, accepted the invitation. She did find the dress code to be slightly strange.
According to the invite, all females must wear either dresses or skintight pants made of latex, leather, and/or lace of some kind. The more constrictive, said the invitation, the better. Thus Emma had squeezed herself into a black leather dress. Strapless, the thing felt almost like packaging, squeezing Emma's taut form into its confines. The thing pushed up those perky breasts, encasing them so tightly that Emma had barely felt there was room for a bra, even the lacy number that she'd managed to slide on. The hem of the dress barely extended halfway down her thigh as well, and she had to resist the urge to tug it down. Per other instructions, she wore heels as well: black. Her brown hair had been recently styled thanks to the crew, and her makeup had been done to accent her features quite well.
Thus did Emma enter the club, earning an immediate pass from the bouncer. What she didn't see was the man reaching up to speak into an ear bud as she passed. Instead, the girl entered the club, noting the thumping music, and the droves of people. Most of them were beautiful, in fact, most looked as though they could be cover models themselves. Everywhere you looked, there was a body tightly packed in latex, leather, or lace, and most were gyrating. Emma worked her way through the crowd, reaching up to move back a curl and smile. For now, she figured she needed to find something of a home base, to take in the scene around her and figure out where to go from there.<|im_end|>
Kale Rosenthall was one of the few who could be called a regular at The Den. He knew the owner on a first name basis and therefore wherever the club moved, he was guaranteed a VIP booth and unlimited access. He always enjoyed walking up to the bouncer and getting in before these big names, and he always enjoyed how easy it was to pick up a nice girl there and have his way with her. Especially since most of the girls were already heavy into the lifestyle represented by the club; the BDSM lifestyle. The women always went to him upon his calling and were always so nice to him and always listened to him, but this time he didn't want that. The owner had told him some A-list celebrities had been invited, and he had a fun idea based on that.
That night, he had gone to The Den as soon as it opened and entered his booth, enjoying the complimentary drinks and teasing waitresses as much as he always did, but he couldn't help smirking when Miss Watson entered the club and seemed out of place. So what he did is he simply got the attention of a waitress and told her to go get Miss Watson and bring her to him. The waitress, being a submissive, said nothing but walked off.
The waitress walked up to Miss Watson and said, "Excuse me miss, but the gentleman over there has requested you join him." She leaned in and whispered into Miss Watson's ear, "He is a regular." That alone should be enough to intrigue her, but the waitress added, "Apparently knows the owners." She then handed Miss Watson a drink and walked off to serve other booths.
Kale saw the waitress saunter on over to Miss Watson and then he smiled and raised his glass to her as she looked over here. He knew the waitress did a good job. He sat back and waited for Miss Watson to come join him. For this A-list celebrity to come mingle with him. When she walked over to his booth, he couldn't help but gaze over her entire body and analyze her every curve. He had the look of a pure dominate, and all the submissives in the club would have recognized that look, but he found Miss Watson simply brushed it off, which only intrigued him more.<|im_end|>