FSE

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formerly SoFurry search engine

(I wrote two versions of this story. I wanted to write something weird and/or exciting but also a tame-er version others would enjoy)

Monotonous. The only word Melia was cohertant enough to think up describing her current life. The smell of cheap styrofoam pellets and her supervisor's stale cigerette smoke wafting through the open back door against the sound of rain, these things were the only sensations which stood out to her right now, the only things that barely broke the same routine she had been carrying out through the previous months. SHe shifted, her uniform really needed replacing, worn out with the small "UPS" embrodiery hanging by it's last threads. Picking up another heavy box marked for delivery she marched the half length of the warehouse to load it onto a dull brown truck. The driver was an older man, pot bellied and a lazy son of a bitch as far as she was concerned, doing little but sitting eating cheap chips in his cab while she marched back and forth loading his deliveries. He wasn't even willing to back further into the warehouse so she wouldn't have to trudge as far. With the absoulute repetitiveness of the task she hadn't realised how much time had passed when she had finished her work, but she was granted a small bit of elelation when her watch chimed on her wrist, signalling the end of her shift.

"Hello, rent" She sighed as her boss handed her that weeks paycheck, uninterested as he carried on his own filing work. He was an older man, about in his sixties, with a small bald patch on the back of his head he covered up with his old delivery cap. He took interest in her of all of the 5 workers in the small building, although considering how much he was interested in their lives that wasn't much. Being a lynx amongst 4 humans, she at least stood out a bit to everyone, but with them all doing the same monotonous work, there wasn't any acknowledgement towards the fact.

The rain pattered on the pavement outside as she walked from the delivery warehouse, her auburn hair clinging to the water that fell onto it, her fur sheening with the damp. It rained a lot in this small town, thankfully never that hard, but Melia still wasn't happy with walking home in the rain.

Her ears flicked back as she heard the sound of a car slowing behind her, turning to face the vehicle. She smiled lightly as a young man of twenty three with a short mop of black hair called to her from the window of his rather expesnive Bently.

"Melia, you're looking rather wet over there." He said, leaning from his window, the rain hitting the fine suit he wore.

"Thanks for offering the ride home." Melia said as she walked over and threw open the passenger door, slipping into the leather bound seat.

"I never offered you a ride." He remarked, starting back onto the road anyway.

"Were you going to?" She asked

"I had thought about it" He smiled.

Dane wasn't always straight talking, sometimes saying one thing and then doing another, always finding a way to phrase things just vaguely enough that she followed him but not specific enough that he had to stick to it. In short, he tricked people. And she liked it. It was one thing that broke up the dull routine in her current state of living.

"How's the grindstone?" He asked

"Same as ever, I might get a payraise if I keep working." She said. Payraises weren't something that would excite Dane, he'd come from a wealthy family, his father had built up a nice fruit growing business in Florida and after Dane had been given a place in that franchise he was never short of money. At least he shared it around, there were times he'd fronted her money for her monthly rent, he was generally a nice guy.

"Fun..." He remarked, with a slight roll of his eyes.

"What about you? Any plans you've got going?" She asked him, stretching her feet in the large cab of the car.

"Right now I'm heading out to town for a drink, maybe." He said

"You've got a cellar full of wine at home, what do you need to come out here for?" She said mockingly.

"Well, maybe I'd meet someone needed a ride back home in the rain?" He quipped. "and maybe I'd take that person with me for company."

"I've got things that need doing, maybe next time..." She said, boredly looking out at the passing buildings in her small part of town, everything blending into a grey mushy blur in the rain.

"Come on, there's never a next time when you say that." He chided. "And you're always complaining how bored you are at home, why not come with me?"

"... fine." she said, shurgging her shoulders, it would be nice to break the cycle further.

"Really? You're usually not as easy to convince as this." He said, turning out her her area, pulling onto a highway leading towards downtown.

"Honestly Dane, I've got nothing to go home to apart from bills and a stray cat." She sighed, it depressed her that her life was so dull after college. Living in a small apartment in the sleepy rural side of town, working by day, watching TV and looking through the job sections of her newspaper by night.

"You need to get out more then, go do something fun." He suggested, going out and getting a bit loose was one of his past times.

"Yeah...but fun can be expensive, and I haven't got much to spare for it." She said.

"How much?" He asked

"I might need you to pay my rent next month..." She said sheepishly, looking down at the floor of the car.

"That bad?" He asked, looking over at her with surpirse and a mild care in his eyes. She nodded back at him, embarrassed at for asking money, other times he'd just spotted her it without her even asking. A grin crossed his face, the one he got when he tricked people.

"I'll help you out then, don't worry about it. And tonight I can show you some places that might cheer you up, you know, to help you forget about these things." He told her, turning onto one of the glitzier streets lined with restraunts, bars, game clubs and other venues that were out of her current pirce for a night of fun.

"If I meet a guy I might be forgetting it tomorrow morning." She giggled. She'd been single for months now, the flair of any kind of relationship or even casual encounter was buried under her dull routine.

"A nice lay does help..." Dane said. "Nothing like waking up next to some stranger with a hangover to make the night complete."

"Pervert." She said, the car pulling into a underground parking lot by one of the busier streets.

"God, Melia, you've really fallen off the deep end, haven't you? Last year you were always ready to go out with friends and hit the bars, but now you're just prudent." She said, locking the car as he and Melia climbed out with a quick flick of his keys. "I think we need to take extreme measures..."

Melia raised a brow, a bit perplexed at the suddened mentioned of 'extreme measures'. "Like what?" She asked

"We need to go somewhere that'll put a bit of spice and variety into your life again." He exclaimed, leading her out of the parking lot. "Oridinary bars and clubs just won't cut it."

"So, what? Some kind of super bar?" She asked sarcastically

"Think bigger..." He said. Melia was beginning to worry when he led her off the street and into an alley way, cutting through to another small street, walking right down another alley with her following.

"You're not taking me to a strip club are you?..." She asked, stepping lightly as he continued down the alleyways, dumpsters and trash cans lining the brick walls around her. A few stray cats milled about the alleys, yowling into the night, fleeing as they passed. she trusted Dane but she was really starting to worry that wherever he was leading her it wasn't as good as he implied.

Finally he stopped her in front of an old run down door, several loose planks hanging from the frame and red paint peeling from the panels. The building it lead into looked like it should have been condemmed years ago, with aged brick walls and windows that hung open from all floors, most of them smashed if not completely mangled. She jumped a bit as a rat ran out from a trashcan only a few metres away, crossing her path as it scurried on it's way.

"This place is horrible..." She said as Dane knocked twice on the old door.

"You'd think so, wouldn't you?" He laughed, it seemed to be unusually funny to him. Melia was getting a bad feeling, but Dane gave her those so often that she discarded the idea of leaving the dump of a building she was standing in, about to enter.

The door swung open without a sound, void of any doorman, it had just opened on it's own accord. Dane, unphased as ever, passed through into the old wood panelled corridor inside, illuminated by only three flickering lightbulbs hanging from thin wire. Melia stood in the foorway for a second before Dane looked back, her mind wondering why she just hurried forward and took her place following him when she did so. Down the corridor they walked, floorboards creaking underfoot, lights buzzing overhead, coming to a stop at another door just before the end of the hall. Although just as dilapitated as the rest, Dane opened it, standing to the side and dramatically bowing as he beckoned her in. She actually giggled at that, taking the invitation.

It was dark inside, so dark she might as well have been standing on aboslutely nothing, even the floor wasn't visible. She sqeeked lightly as the door shut suddenly behind her, plunging her into complete darkness, her body instantly feeling deorientated at the blackness that was staring her in the face.

"Dane?...D-dane?" She called, louder than she'd hoped. A hand touched her shoulder, almost making her cry out in fright.

"I'm still here, we're almost there..." Came the voice of Dane, pushing her forward gently to get them both walking again.

The darkness seemed absoulute, but within seconds of their movement a dim light shone around the area, gentle glows of old lightbulbs above her soon illuminating the new hallway. It was jarring, this new place. Melia gently let out a breath as she saw that this new hall was in fact lavish and decorated. The walls were of red felt with wood panel skirtings and floorboards they now walked on were polished to a shine and stained a dark, rich oak. She almost walked into the door at the end of it, too distracted to notced before Dane pulled her back. He stood by the deep wooden door, it's gold handle in his hand.

"Welcome to Club R" He said, swinging open the doorway and stepping inside first.

Melia slowly stepped through behind her, amazement evident on her face. A beautiful open lounge greeted her, couches of deep red leather with a long bar running the length of the wall, covered in colourful bottles of hundreds of liqours. A few people sat far at the back where a fireplace the size of a car blazed behind them, suffusing the whole room with a natrual warm glow, she doubted they even needed the dim lights that ran above her. Leaning on one of the couches she allowed herself to take it all in, not just the beauty of the lounge but how quickly she had come from a run down, filthy, probably-a-crack-house building in an alleyway to a place that a royal Duke would drink in.

"People can tell you're new..." Dane leaned in and whispered. Indeed the group at the rear of the room had a knowing look on their faces, she was fresh to this world and they knew it.

"R-right." She said, straightening up. "So what...is this place?" She asked as dane guided her to the bar, both of them taking one of the plush stools that sat by it.

"Club R." He said, waving to the bartender, a middle aged Doberman who wore a black uniform with a white apron around his waist, a small white diamond emblazed onto the lapel of his shirt.

"Yeah, but...what is it?" She asked again, struggling to ask the right question. The bartender poured them both a glass of milky brown alcohol. "It's a club." Dean smiled.

"What kind of club?..." She asked, leaning closer as he tried to drill an answer out of him. He just sipped his drink.

"Club R." He smiled further. Mila huffed and picked up her own drink, downing a large portion in a swift motion. Vodka mudshake, her favourite, but she didn't bother to ask how the bartender knew the right drink.

"You're giving me a headache..." She said. "What is Club R?"

"A Club."

"What kind?"

"A big one."

Mila stared at him for a second, playing along with the game he had going.

"What kind of things happen at Club R?" She asked slowly. Dane nodded gently.

"Now you're asking better questions." He said. "And the answer is...everything."

"Everything?" She repeated, raising an eyebrow.

"Anything and everything." Dane replied. They both finished their drinks.

"So, tell me what I can do at Club R." She replied, playing with the iceblocks left on her tounge. Another round of drinks was served quickly.

"Some people come here for the atmosphere and to relax, you know, have a nice drink and a chat to anyone they might be interested in. Others come to meet people and maybe end up leaving with one...or more." He explained. "Some people come for entertainment they can't find anywhere else. And some want to try something otherworldy."

"Is this Club like a exotic entertainment club where rich guys can get theirselves off on illegal drugs and forbidden pornography?" She joked.

"Maybe, but I'd stay out of these areas of the building if you find one." Dane shrugged, Mila choked when she realised he wasn't kidding.

"Okay..." She said as she recovered, taking another sip. "So this place is an underground pleasure bar for the rich?"

"Almost spot on." He said, raising his drink. "But wealth doesn't play a part here. If you can find the club or get invited in, that's your own reward."

"Offering depraved individuals a chance to get off on odd fetishes?" Her drink was again finished and she chewed the icecubes thoughtfully.

"Club R isn't about anything exactly. The club just...is." Dane said. Melia was even more confused than when she started, was this place an illegal bar with connections to the crime world or just an underground club where people could do whatever they wanted?

"I can see you're a bit apprihensive, I was too." Dane grinned, standing up from the barstool and sliding accross a credit card t the bartender. "But tell you what, I'll take you around the place and you can try anything you want, just to give you a taste of the things they offer."

"I guess I can't say no..." She sighed as she stood up. Her face was already feeling warm from the alchohol, that was some strong vodka they used.

"You can always say no, you just don't want to." He smirked, leading her to another doorway at the other end of the bar. Melia smiled as she followed, he was right, she was curious about what kind of exotic things might be here, even a little excited to find out the darker ones.

Dane showed her down a long coridoor, multiple doors lining the walls, hallways branching off to other areas of the club. The place seemed bigger than it should be, it seemed impossible to fit all this into one area the size of a run down apartment. He went about explaining the areas they were passing through as they walked. There areas decicated to dance clubs, music concerts, exotic bars and locations, extreme sports, high tech simulations and experiences and countless other blends of entertainment. Of course there were also areas for strip clubs, brothels, orgies, various sexual acts and themes, exotic pleasures that Melia hadn't even thought of, objects that seemed possible and magical, things that shouldn't seem to exist. Dane explained to her that anything and everything really meant anything and everything. No one knew where some of these objects came from, or who aquires them, or even who runs the club. All anyone knew was that it was their club for their pleasure, and were content with that.

All the walking soon got to Melia, the place was massive. Any suspicions about there not being enough room to hold the things she had been shown was long gone, vanished after only a few minutes of walking and now seeming mundane to her as her feet began to ache.

"Dane, I think I've seen enough now, I can't keep walking." She said. Dane shrugged, turning to her.

"Well then,maybe it's time you picked something to do." He smiled, walking past her in the direction they came. "I've shown you all I can for now, so just pick something and go with it, find me when you're ready to leave." He waved to her, Melia calling out as he walked away.

"Hey! How am I meant to find you in this place?" She asked urgently, he seemed to be getting further away then he should, his strides almost elongating to step far down the hall.

"Don't worry, you'll find me, you can always find what you're looking for here." He called back, his voice growing distant before he had disappeared into the dark haze of the hallways beyond, leaving Melia standing along in the mysterious place.

She sighed, not knowing why she remotely believed him. Maybe it was all he'd shown her in such a short amount of time, her disbelief had been whittled away to nothing. She turned and began to walk again, not knowing where she was but intent on finding somewhere she could have some kind of fun. The door were labled, a golden plate in the middle of the wood, describing what was inside. Although as she passed them she realized how vauge they really were. It didn't take a genius to figure out by now that the point of this place was to find something new and exotic. Finally, growing impatient at her own wanderings, she stopped. Now was the tie to decide her activity for the night. The four doors around her beckoned for her to enter and sate her curiosity about their contents. Reaching out, she grabbed the door on her right, eyes scanning the label.

Deep Body Fantasy Immersion

It was good enough for her. She threw open the door eagerly and looked around the room expectantly.

The flutter in her heart died as she observed the room was nothing but a ordinary room with red carpet and a single king sized bed in the middle. She let out a disappointed sigh as she walked in anyway, closing the door behind her. She looked around, the place seeming very dull, nothing but a bed and a size table.

"At least I can rest my feet..." She sighed, slipping off her shoes and sitting on the end of the bed, letting herself fall back onto the soft slik sheets. She turned her head to admire them, they must have been worth a whole lot with how comfortable they were. Her eyes passed over the table beside the bed, the small lamp glowing warmly, the only illumination in dark room.

She quickly looked again, something was on the sidetable, along with a card sitting next to it. Crawling over to the head of the bed, she leaned over and picked the object up, a small piece of black fabric in her hands. As he unfolded it she realised from the loose little elastic that tied both ends together and the soft padding of the large sheet that it was a sleeping mask. Perplexed, she looked over at the card, gold paper with curved back script written over it.

"Remove clothes and place sleeping mask around your head while lying on the bed, turn off light. Thank you." She read. It rasied a lot of questions in her mind. Why did she have to remove her clothes? Was this a small room for staying the night? If so then why didn't it at least have a bathroom or something to make people feel welcome? Even as these things ran through her mind she stood up the bed, resolving that if she was going to get anything, anything at all out of tonight it would be a rest in a bed better than her own, at the very least. Her jeans slid off and her shirt slipped over her head, both landing in a pile on the floor next to the bed. Next she reached behind herself, unclipping her bra and slowly sliding it off of her chest. Her breasts fell free, warmth of the room combined the alcohol making her realise her heart was pounding now. It seemed odd, exciting and out of place to be doing this, and after such a monotonus life for the last few months she relished that. Finally she slid off her underwear, the thin pink cloth landing with the rest of her clothes and leaving her body fully exposed to the dark room. Hastily realizing her nudity, and after making doubly sure that the door was locked, she climbed into the bed, lying on the surface of the smooth sheets.

"What a weird place..." She muttered, the sleeping mask finally sliding over her eyes, plunging her into darkness once again. With a bit of fumbling, she switched off the lamp, not that she noticed the difference, everything was black now.

Melia lay back on the bed, arms splayed out a bit, her legs resting slightly open. She smiled lightly. It actually felt free being like this, in the dark where she could be alone with her thoughts. She sighed and let her body relax, lying in the darkness. She lay there for about a minute, soon a small tickling starting on her legs. She used her foot to scratch it gently before her arms felt the same tickling sensation, her hands rubbing along them to try relieve it. She stopped after a second, hoping it would recede. But it didn't and she realised it wasn't just a itch to be scratched, whatever it was felt...warm. Suddenly a warm hand slid up her arm. She shrieked lightly, desperately fumlbing for the lamp, switching it back on and pulling up the mask as she panted in horror at what she saw.

"N-nothing..." She mumbled. There wasn't anything there. No people, no phantasmal night creature, nothing at all. She leaned over the edge of the bed, looking underneath, then around the room. Nothing escaped her, the room was truely empty except for her. She shook her head gently, leaning back on the bed as she recovered.

She once again pulled the mask over her eyes and switched off the light, bathing in the relaxing darkness once more. She breathed slowly in the dark room, staying still in the comfortable position she had held before. And again the feeling came to her body. The gentle tingling over her arms, feeling like a warm hands running over them. Maybe it was the silk? Maybe it irritated her fur? She just lay still, the feeling sliding up her extremities, the same warm caressing her legs. The feeling spread past her shoulders, running over her clavicle and making her sigh lightly. It felt like a massage over her chest, with gentle palms and warm fingers working down her chest. She was about to turn on the light and go find dane when she felt the feeling cup her breasts, making her gasp. She let out a moan as a pair of fingers traced over her nipples, running around the aereola. A warm jolt ran though her chest as she felt her nipples pinched by two of the fingers, the unseen hand rolling her breasts around gently. But now she knew she wasn't imagining things anymore. She could feel the hands over her body when she reached up tp try brush the feeling away. Large, physical hands roaming her body and squeezing her breasts, not some phantom illusion. She let out a helpless cry as she fumbled for the light, her hand unable to reach and landing on the soft bedding. She could no longer find it. Hot pleasure rushed from her chest as the fingers pulled at her nipples, the sudden influx of feeling drawing a sudden moan as she pushed her body up into the embrace of her unseen captors. Her arms gripped the sheets, still being caresed by the unseen people around her as more hands moved further down her body. Mewls escaped her lips as they rubbed down her belly, spreading their warmth to her abdomain quickly.

Her eyes widened as she felt the hands against her legs brush her thighs, the ones running down her belly close to meeting them. She knew where they were going and she instinctively pulled her legs together, trying to keep them from her most private place. But the fingers snaked over her legs, around and below them, over and down from above. Melia gave a shriek as they met, suddenly sliding through her wet folds, the warm tingling over her slit. Up and down they worked, pressing and sliding over every part of her supple slit, fingers pinching and brushing over her moist clit. The hands that abused her chest squeezed and rolled her breasts in time with the moans that the lower ones drew from her, every time growing louder, each pinch and prod building the esctasy within her.

Her body arched sharply as a spike of burning pleasure shot through her whole body, every part of her tingling as it happened. One of the hands working her lips had pressed further, sending a single digit quickly inside her, slipping into her wet tunnel. Two more followed from other hands, pressing inside her and working the sensitive walls of her hole, sending waves of feeling up through her belly. She knew she would come anytime soon, she could feel the hands of her new owners pulling her closer to the surface. Then finally, she broke though it. Crying out, her body spasmed violently, warmth gushing from her lions and down her legs. Her chest tingled like it was on fire with every sort of feeling imaginable. Pleasure and pain, sharp and dull, it all flowed through her body like the waves of fuzziness at the edges of her mind.

The hands withdrew from her slit as her body dropped to the bed, warm with the afteglow. Her breath came in deep pants, chest heaving into the hands of the captors that held them. A light cry suddenly came from her as they squeezed hard, a loud yell of surprise following. Warm, slippery apendages ran along her breasts, squeezed tightly in those hands, the cold air hitting her chest where they slid. Below her belly, the hands had withdrawn, trailing off softly.

She cried out in shock as her legs were suddenly grabbed by large, heated hands and lifted all in one motion, leaving her legs spread open, with her soaked slit presented up to whatever now held her. Burning, hard flesh was pressed against her nethers, slick with fluid that smeared over her lips as it dragged up and down against her, mind racing in fear again as she felt it's entire form. She could see it in her mind. Rough and pulsing, small bumps along the uneven length with a bulbous head that drooled slick fluid from the tip . A scream left her mouth as it began to press hard against her folds, head suddenly slipping suddenly into her hole, the rest following in a second. By the time she had screamed from the feeling of the firey rod slipping inside it had already filled her to her limit, kissing the end of her tunnel with his dripping fluids. Sharp tingles ran through her body as it slid itself out, plunging back in without a seconds wait. Her mind swam in pleasure as her hands gripped the smooth sheets. She could feel the large head of whatever was inside her with absoulute precision as it slid along her walls, trailing behind it a rough rod of heat that was aready slick with her juices. The hands over her chest continued their work, kneading and massaging her tender breasts, squeezing gently in time with her assailents thrusts. Every inch was plunged into her with savage speed and strength, her quivering holes eagerly accepting every stroke as her mind was pulled higher and higher into ecstasy. liquid heat seeped through her hole, gentle drooling always keeping her aware of the fluid that was gently flowing into her and running down her behind with every thrust, leaving a trail of burning warmth.

The thrusts became quicker and the hands that held her legs lifted her so far up that she was almost dangling as the hot flesh pounded her. She could feel herself swimming higher and higher, being pulled up through the pool of pleasure she swam in, and as the warmth in her belly grew so too did she grow closer and closer to the surface. She knew it was near as the slick rod pulled back it's final time, head slipping from her and kissing the lips of her slit for just a second, before she let out a great scream of esctacy as it slipped into her and buried itself tightly against the deepest part of her. Her mind broke from the pool of pleasure as a heavenly euphoria engulfed her entire being. A blazing hot feeling filled her belly, churning and flowing, warmth running down her legs and seeping down her backside. As splashes of heat filled her lower body, her chest was awash with jolts of pleasure and her mind melting into the pure euphoria that surrounded her. She felt so happy to just lie and let the growing heat in her belly fill her more and more, already pushing her past her limit, feeling it push against her body as it flowed. After some time, she couldn't tell how long, the waves of euphoria lapping against her mind receeded and left her lying on the silk sheets, soaked in sweat. The hands that assulted her chest moments before softly withdrew, leaving small touches along her body as they went. As moaned aloud as the rod buried within her quickly followed, the slick length drawing itself out as she felt the head tease every part of her walls before finally slipping from her, leaving a warm tingling. Her hands ran over her belly, feeling a large bulge in her abdomain, drawing lewd moans from her once again at the heavy heat churning inside her deepest recesses.

Weakly she shuffled herself to the side of the bed, lazily reaching for the lightswitch and flipping it on. Her hands came up to the silk mask that had kept her blind to her lovers, gently pulling iut down to behold the people who sat around her. No one. Nothing. An empty room illuminated only by the warm glow of the bedside light. But that couldn't have been possbile. She looked down at the sheets, seeing the large wet puddles left by the orgasms that had torn though her body during her captivity, but still no trace of anyone else. Sitting up her hand ran down her belly, her movements stirring the heavy heat inside her, her lower lips tingling from the residual warmth of her forceful partner. Even as she stood she felt thick steams of sticky fluid run from her sensitive pussy, creeping down her legs and leaving a warm trail. Even though she looked down and could see no fluid escape her, she felt it was there. She let out a content sigh, it would serve as a reminder of her fun for the rest of the night, deciding to gather her clothes and redress herself. Absently she wondered how long she had lain there, writhing in esctacy. Stepping out of the room the thought of Dane finding out about her fun crossed her mind. He knew this...place, better than her. If he knew about this room and what she had done...

The thoughts calmed themselves as she walked along the hallways again in an attempt to find where ever Dane had gone, it had been the most fun she'd had in months and, right now, couldn't care if the whole world knew about it. The warmth in her belly and slick between her legs was her gift tonight.

Strangely, it didn't take long to find where Dane had disappeared to, despite the distance she knew they had walked to get where he'd left her. She had walked a few coridoors, turned a few corners and found the bar they had started in. And there he was, sipping at a beer while talking openly to the barman. The barman slipped away as she approached and Dane turned to greet her with a grin.

"Welcome back." He said, looking her up and down, seemingly for any signs of what she had been doing while away.

"Mhmm, I walked around for a bit after you left and found something to my liking." She said, taking a seat beside him, crossing her legs in some hope there wasn't a noticable mark in her jeans.

"And did you finally let yourself relax and fool around for a while?" He asked.

"God yes." She said, almost without meaning to. "I...found some interesting activities...maybe flirted with a guy or two, found a particually fun room too." She was lying through her smile.

"How interesting?" He probed.

"Interesting enough for me to visit again." She remarked. If he was going to play interrogation, then she'd just have to be vague.

"Oh, there's plenty interesting things to find in those rooms." He said, taking a large gulp of the beer in his hand. "And it looks like you've got the stamina for them..."

"Well, some can be pretty intensive....but bearable."

"An exercise, aren't they?"

"They are..."

"Sometimes exciting though...". By this point she had had enough probing and word games.

"Care to take a guess that what I did?" She asked, having a gut feeling that he knew the exact answer.

"Probably something pretty wild...fantastic and deep..." He was trying to keep from smiling too hard as he spoke.

"...you KNEW I'd go for that Deep Fantasy room didn't you?" She accused, leaning closer to him as she attempted to sound angry.

"mmmh, not that room particuarly...but I knew you'd throughly enjoy whatever you picked." He said. "Since you didn't know your way around, I figured I'd leave you in a place where I knew you'd finally get some release after all this time."

"And where. Was. That." She demanded, punctuating every word as she leaned closer. Her facade of anger kept up, thankfully.

"The sexual fetish section of the club." He said, face completely deadpan, leaving her to stare at him furiously.

After a few seconds the two burst out laughing. She couldn't be angry at Dane over what she'd done and how much she'd enjoyed it. And Dane couldn't have meant her harm even if he'd wanted to. Their laughter died down, Melia settling back on the barstool.

"So you left me in that depraved place so I would get laid?" She asked, signalling the bartender to bring her a drink.

"That or something equally satisfying. God knows you've been needing it." He replied.

"And what if I hadn't liked what I'd found in that room?" She teased.

"Trust me, you coudn't." Dane said. "And I have the feeling you'll be going back to that area of the club a lot more often now that you know how to get here."

She giggled, and she knew he was right.