Vaughn’s Awakening ~ The Black Dahlia Hotel Series

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Chapter One

The Starbuck’s on East Broughton Street, Savannah, Georgia, Wednesday afternoon, December 23, 2015

Vaughn Rawlston, Alexa Baker, and Cynthia Adams were enjoying coffees at the Starbucks a few blocks from Le Club Waterfront. The club was located in an old, restored cotton warehouse on the Savannah River. The girls were enjoying double-shot grandes and cookies while she was having a small, no-fat, decaf latte. Sometimes life just was not fair. They were making plans for their trip to Fort Lauderdale beginning the day after Christmas.

“I don’t know about this, guys. I don’t think I’m really ready to jump into this BDSM thing whole hog.” Vaughn had enjoyed several physical relationships in her life, but she had never made a soul-deep connection. She was hoping that the BDSM aspects of sex at the club might provide that something—that connection—that had been missing.

“Come on, Vaughn. You’ve been to the club several times, signed all the paperwork, and made your reservations. Don’t wimp out on us now.” Alexa looked concerned. Vaughn knew she really wanted her to join the club because it was such an important part of her and Cyndy’s social lives, and they were determined to drag her along, kicking and screaming if necessary. The three had been friends since elementary school and had gotten into plenty of trouble together over the ensuing years. Vaughn had lived with Alexa’s family after her mother died until she finished high school and went off to college. Her father had been killed in military service when she was eight, and her mother had died of cancer when she was fourteen. The two might as well have been her sisters.

Alexa and Cyndy were both subs and loved it, although neither had been collared yet. She wasn’t sure either of them really wanted to be. They were having too much fun playing the Dom field. And she had to admit that it was a really fertile field. The men at the club were, for the most part, extremely good looking and sexy as hell. Even the men who were not particularly handsome had a sexual edge that was appealing.

“I know. But something happened at school yesterday, and I’m concerned about it.”

“What does school have to do with the club?” Vaughn knew Cyndy would back Alexa up no matter what.

“Well…I caught the Wade twins cheating and turned them in. Mr. Bishop suspended them for two weeks after vacation. The thing is I’ve seen their father, Jeremiah Wade, at Le Club, and I really can’t afford to have any problems at school. Having my interest in BDSM come out could cost me my job.”

“But even if he saw you, he’s signed the confidentiality agreements as well as you have. He can’t out you any more than you can out him.” Cyndy looked confused.

“I know. It just makes me nervous.”

Alexa jumped in. “Jeremiah Wade? He’s different. Vaughn, stay away from him—he’s a little scary, and not in a good way. I’ve heard some of the other subs talking about him. Apparently, his tastes are a little extreme.”

Cyndy said, “Well, we don’t even know if he’s planning on going to The Black Dahlia Hotel. Come on, Vaughn. Fort Lauderdale. Christmas break. You can’t pass that up. You don’t have to participate in the dungeon activities if you don’t want to. I’ve seen pictures and the hotel is gorgeous. Maybe you should take a couple of the sub classes that will be offered to get in and get your feet wet.”

“I can see I’m going to have no peace unless I agree.”

“Exactly correct.” Alexa was smiling and Cyndy was nodding. Peas in a pod.



Chapter Two


On the dining terrace at The Black Dahlia Hotel, Fort Lauderdale Beach, Florida, Saturday morning, December 26, 2015


Vaughn, Alexa, and Cyndy were on the terrace overlooking the beach having a second breakfast of coffee and pastries after their early morning flight from Savannah.

“Well, the hype seems to be deserved so far. This is a very nice hotel considering it’s not one of the big chains,” Vaughn said.

“You can’t expect to have BDSM facilities in a Hilton or Hyatt, that’s for sure.” Alexa continued, “I can just see the brave soul proposing to the board of directors that they convert the top floor to a BDSM dungeon and theme rooms.”

Cyndy said, “This rubber bracelet system is very interesting. I like it. There is no question about what anyone is or is not into. You just look at their bracelets.”





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