Thread: Into the Penumbra (Fetish / BDSM) (Pazzo x Loneiysong)

14 agonizing hours later, Phil set foot outside one of the newest and hottest Hotels on the Las Vegas strip... The building was absolutely gorgeous, like a black Onyx spire pointing straight up to heaven, its perfect angles and ultra modern lines glinting in the sunlight... He was clad in a dirty white T shirt that hugged his frame snugly, with form fitting faded blue jeans. Along with his glasses he wore a blue and black baseball style cap. There was a smudge of grease beneath his left eye. He definitely looked the part of a hired mechanic. Phillip rubbed his eyes and yawned. He had yet to get a nap, and was very tired from the long trip. He now had a mere 23 to his name in cash. The fuel costs to get here had drained his reserves... To make matters worse, his cellphone had died on him. Despite his considerable skill at fixing almost anything, there was no good way to fix a worn out battery, save for replacing the chemicals and electrodes entirely... He looked back to his truck. It was an older model pickup, well worn but it had served him well. It was a gift from his father after he had gotten out of the navy so he could go to school, and yet despite all of his efforts everything just seemed to happen against him, keeping him from completing his studies. He refused to get rid of that truck, he was just too attached to it, And it was always there when he needed it. The left front tire however had given out on him just at the Nevada border, and it took him two hours and nearly two rolls of gorilla-tape to jury rig it to hold enough pressure... If this job worked for him that was the first thing he was going to buy, a new set of tires... Phillip walked to the bed of the old truck and grabbed his over sized toolbox, a big yellow and black plastic creation that had Professional written across the side of it, with many Jolly Rodger style stickers plastered all over it. He grinned. He strapped on his toolbelt, which had the look of a twin style pistol holster... He hoisted the box up onto his shoulder, and walked into the main lobby of the hotel. He was greeted by a young and rather charming Concierge. Phillip explained his reason for being there. Ah.. the concierge exclaimed, ... You must be Anthony's friend. Yes he is expecting you, Club Penumbra is just that way, past the buffet tables.... Phillip smiled, and nodded to him. Thank you... he murmured. Though it was difficult to walk past the buffet table. The scent of the delicious looking food made his stomach rumble. Not surprising since it was forced to survive on top ramen for the past several weeks.... The doorway to Club Penumbra loomed before him, but there were no guards... Bass heavy music thumped rhythmically from inside, one of the latest popular club tracks ... Phill just took a deep breath, and adjusted the large heavy toolbox on his shoulder, hopefully Tony didn't find someone else to fix the problem... The entryway was like a small maze, similar to the entry to a public bathroom, meant to hide what was within from view... Two burly guards wearing suits stood at either side of a large, heavy black curtain... Each one was wearing an immaculately tailored black silk suit, and each had a wireless earpiece. Both of them started at Phillip as he approached them. One of them stepped foreward, and held up his hand, blocking the mechanics path, towering over him. In a rich baritone, he spoke in a rather gruff manner. Good afternoon, and welcome to club Penumbra. Please state your business... Um... Phillip stammered ... My Name is Phillip. I got a call from Anthony Westfield, something about needing a mechanic to fix something. Just a moment... The guard murmured. He put a finger to his earpiece, and said a few things into it in a hushed voice. A few moments later the Guard returned to him. You may enter. Mr Westfield is expecting you The mechanic nodded , and entered through the black curtain as the guards held it open for him... It was as if he had entered into a whole other reality... The inside of the darkened club was spectacular. The cavernous room was easily one hundred and fifty feet by one hundred and fifty feet square, the walls lined with huge flat panel LCD screens displaying breathtaking graphics of flame and sparks... The flooring was made in the same manner as an infinity mirror, appearing to continue on down forever, and he felt as if he was walking on air. The scent of exotic incense was heavy in the air, mixed with the fragrance of many rare and expensive perfumes... Various servers clad in latex fetish apparel ran this way and that, carrying drinks and various kinky toys on polished black trays. Patrons dressed in various latex couture walked around, some of them leading others on leashes. A huge, rather muscular man dressed as a horse galloped by, carrying a gorgeous woman with large bare breasts and high latex boots on his shoulders... A large dance floor filled with various fetish clad dancers dominated the center of the room, the floor lighting in various colors and trails as a foot touched it. Along either wall was a opening, with various bartenders running this way and that, taking money and preparing all manner of mixed drinks... There was a band performing on a raised stage at the far wall, with a beautiful woman with blonde hair singing as two muscular men held her legs, with a third holding her microphone for her... Various kinky looking models danced in raised cages and various narrow columns, a few of them swinging fire chains in graceful arcs... Phillip knew his friend was into kink, but nothing on this level... He swallowed hard, and went to go look for someone who could direct him to Anthony...