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move. I knew his every thought. I knew him.
    I gazed back into his pleading eyes.
    I knew exactly what I had to do.
    Kai
    Chapter 6
    Friday Night
     
                  Andrew, the driver, pulled the black Benz in past the wrought iron fence and towards the tin paned warehouse building. The bright head lights shined brightly against the white metallic frame of the upward sliding door.
    I looked over at Halee, my flamingly gay assistant that handles my Fridays. He sat with his legs crossed at the knees, holding his tan hyde Coach planner in his right hand and his blackberry in the left. His long, dark hair swept to the back of his perfectly round head. His pouty pink lips pursed away from his soft, pink face and light gray eyes.
    My iPhone vibrated in my left pocket. I pretended not to feel it because I knew
    it could only be Erica. Ashley rarely hit me up on Friday nights. I’ve trained her that way. Two missed calls from Erica and a voicemail. I shook my head and turned the phone face down on my lap. How dare she? Hit me up like everything is okay when she flat out dissed me. Walked out on me as if I had created a fairytale of feelings between us. Besides, she knows this is the day of the week when I’m not available.
    For the most part, she had stopped calling me on Fridays. I tell her I’m with my family, but she never buys it. I want to be honest with her. I promise I do. But I can’t. She wouldn’t accept me. She’s afraid to admit to liking me as if two girls liking each other is a taboo equivalent to a mother and her fourteen year old son seeking legal marriage. I mean fuck!
    “I have already initiated New Client Protocol. Guard 1 will be in the Safe Room. Guard 2 will be right outside of the main door. There will be two guards, one on each end of the hall, and two additional guards around the outside perimeters,” Halee said in his nasal-like voice and professional tone. Even though he tried to hide that gay boy slur, I could still hear it. It’s the famous homo tongue that makes a ‘d’ sound like a ‘z’ and creates a lisp even when there is no natural speech impediment.
    “Okay,” I smiled as Andrew opened my door. His black suit coat almost blended with the outside darkness.
    The renovated warehouse stood tall and dauntingly over our heads. The whole outside just looked creepy this far out into the country. Two guards stood still and intimidatingly at the two end points of the two-story, white-metal, squared building. One guard dressed in a Men in Black suit pulled the sliding metal door up, revealing the first level which was composed of  the Red and Purple Rooms.
    Hay walked me up the spiraled, metal stairs to the Black Room. This was the only room in the entire upstairs. It was also the most expensive room. Clients paid, on average, seventy-five thousand dollars for the pleasures of the Black Room.
    A King sized bed with steel posts on each corner sat flush against the far right wall. Metal was the only thing strong enough to withstand the affairs of the Black Room. Above the bed was a sixty inch plasma. Though I rarely turned it on, it was still nice to look at from inside the Ready Area which I will get to later.
    The leather sex swing hung from the ceiling like a hammock from a tree. The Punishment Wall was neatly decorated with oversized-black dildos, chains, whips, clamps, paddles, cat-o-nine tails, and chastity belts. Everything hung organized as if it were being presented in a sex store.
    Across from the Punishment Wall was an apparatus similar to an old guillotine that the pilgrims used to behead witches and thieves. It stood waist tall. Someone drops down to their knees and places their wrists and neck into their respective circular, fitted openings. The padded flooring had leather belts that buckled around each leg at the knee and ankle. The Black Room is the only room with this toy. I call it The Boogeyman. I get clients that sometimes forget themselves and think that just