Corvin was a man with a lot of money, and no more ambition. He had night clubs all over the place, holiday homes and a few private night clubs many didn't know about. All he wanted in life was to meet a girl who didn't know who he was and had no int...
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Morning to all my wicked people, this is a book which will take the 50 shades to a whole new level and then some. BDSM, S&M and more kink than you can handle, there will be a little in this for everyone so read and enjoy... This will be a book of short stories, taken by the WHIMSY in my head and soul...
Corvin Valentine was a stinking rich college grad, with an attitude to match the ego that followed it. He had more money than he knew what to do with, and owned every night club on the southern seaboard. As preppy jocks go he was the typical jock to the teeth, only difference he really was good looking and had hair that hung well past the middle of his back. He was careful what he ate, and even owning a few night clubs hardly ever drank.
The last few months were as boring as Hell, he had done all he had to and was now looking for a new conquest. Some new challenge that would test his ability and his training, and everything he wanted in life. His father had been opposed to him opening the club Mollis Cupere, he said it was tasteless and vulgar and no son of his would run that filth. After many meetings and screaming matches the father said if he used his own money to open the club he could keep it, but on the condition that if it fails not to come running home for help.
Corvin was happy with this decision and had gone through with it anyway, what his father didn't know was he had already done the deal. He had bought the venue in an industrial area, he had spared no expense on the interior. It was sound proofed, well ventilated and where necessary there was plush carpeting and couches.
The facility used to be an asylum and it had a huge open plan ground floor with a room or two on it, then there were several spiral staircases leading to the 3 upper floors. The top floor was an overlook floor, where there were huge thick plate glass fronts overlooking the whole venue.
Corvin had turned the whole top floor in to a penthouse for his own personal use, and not even the staff was allowed up there. A couple of weeks ago he opened it and sent out flyers to advertise the erotic desires night club idea. Needless to say on opening night he made a killing in entrance fees, and well they had to restock the bar the next day.
So it was a trial run and it was going well, he converted the second floor of the establishment in to rooms. Which were fully furnished and each room different to the next, he also hired ladies and men to fill the rooms for whatever the clients may want. The first floor rooms were the stock rooms for all the gadgets they stocked on the premises, all the sex toys, foods, even the PVC clothing and leathers it was all there and ready to buy.
All Corvin knew was he didn't want to be home or at the club he needed to get out, he wanted to do something he would never normally do so he dressed and left home for the night. He was horrified when on his senseless driving mission he noticed lights in the darkness, upon closer inspection he found it to be a carnival.
