“Well sir, it’s $100 per hour, or $500 for the night.”

 “I should like to see before I make my decision.”

 “Very good, if sir would follow me…”

 Charles followed his host down a long, finely decorated hallway. It was lined with doors, spaced every five yards or so. From behind one door, he heard the crack of leather and a muffled yelp of pain.

 His host came to a halt by one. “I believe sir will find this one most pleasing. She’s a new acquisition, arrived only a few days ago and still getting broken in.” He took a small set of keys from his pocket, found the right open and unlocked the door with it.

 There was a small room on the other side, the wallpaper, carpet and drapery of a rich, dark burgundy softly lit by discrete recessed lights. Most of the floor space was taken up by a large bed in the center of the wall opposite the door. It was a dark, four poster of sturdy construction. Worked into the heavy beams were numerous small eyelets and rings. Along the wall to its left were several racks containing a variety of whips, canes floggers and other toys while to the right was a large X-Cross and bench of the same sturdy construction as the bed.

 But Charles’ attention was on the bed’s occupant. She was a small, slender thing with pale skin, dark eyes and long, straight raven-black hair tied up in a long ponytail. She knelt on the center of the bed, head bowed low, hands in front of her, tied at the wrists with rope. A black collar was locked around her throat, from which a thin chain ran to a ring set on the headboard of the bed. Apart from that and a black ballgag strapped between her teeth, she was completely naked.

 Briefly, Charles wondered where the club had found her, whether she was a runaway no one would miss or if their suppliers had snatched her from her home and family. She might even have come her of her own volition, promised a steady job or a new life, little realizing the nightmare she was getting herself into. He shrugged, it hardly mattered how she’d ended up here. She was here now and his to do with as he liked.

 “For the night then.” He told the host who gave a formal bow.

 “Excellent. I’m sure Sir will be quite pleased with her.” The man extended a hand, holding the key. Charles took it and the man slipped out of the room, closing the door behind him.

 Charles stepped forward, slowly. He didn’t need to rush things. He had all night after all. The girl hadn’t moved while the two men talked, keeping her head bowed, but he noted her flashing eyes glancing up at him nervously, the slight tremble as he circled around, eyeing her slender naked frame hungrily. Yes, she was obviously new to this place...

 Stepping forward, Charles placed a finger under the girl’s chin. He lifted it up, so she looked up at his wicked, grinning face. “I’m paying quite a bit to have you tonight, my dear. And I expect to get my money’s worth…”