Violet Fire_(1)

Violet Fire

Did you know
I would come if you spoke my name
Did you lie
When you said you needed the cool
Of the night
To caress your deepest thoughts
I can hear
All the darkest things you think
I’m gonna make it easy
Did you smile
As i wandered in the black
Of your eyes
Now I live among the things
That we see
And the darkest things you fear
I’m gonna make it easy
Violet fire



My friend signed me up for a club called “Violet Fire” apparently it was some sort of casual sex club, almost like a brothel. He apparently knew someone that knew someone. His name was Franklin, by the way, but everyone called him Franky. Me? I’m Jefferson Daudsund, but they call me Jeff or Jeffie.

Anyway one night, a Saturday night, Franky and I went out to their “club house” it was a large old looking house in the middle of no where. The house looked Victorian, but that doesn’t really matter. There was a large sign in front of the building, a wooden sign that read: “Violet Fires” it was painted on in pink, red, and purple. There were a few lights around it, lights with purple and red colored gels on them. There was only one car outside the building, it looked like that pink car Elvis used to drive, I can’t remember, it’s a Cadillac something or other… Anyway Franky and I made our way inside.

The house was lit with several scented candles, as you expect for someplace specializing in sex. Every table in the place has a white doilies on it, and the couches and chairs has skirts with ruffles. Mostly everything in the house was either pink or red, even the wood looked like red pine. The entrance had a desk, it looked more like a small hotel than a house. There was a clerk setting behind the desk, a woman, she looked about 30. She was wearing red slacks, a white blouse, and a red vest with gold buttons. Everything in this place was so tacky, even the woman, it gave the place a feel of the western saloons.
“Can I help you gentlemen?” the clerk behind the desk asked.

“Uh yea, I’m Franky, and this is Jeffie.” Franky said, pulling out his membership card, they had sent us in the mail the week previous. I did as Franky did and I pulled out my ID card as well. The woman smiled and nodded at us, “Well what can I do for you today?” she pressed on.

“Well this is our first time here, and we’re not totally sure how everything works.” Franky explained. The woman grinned a little and spun around in her chair. “What kind of girls do you gentlemen like?” she asked, thumbing through few drawer directories. “Well I like ’em blond, with long legs, and… uh… busty.” he said at length. The clerk stopped suddenly and pulled out a card from the drawer. She spun back around to us and handed Franky the card, “Like her?” the clerk asked. “Yea yea! She’s Perfect!” Franky said excitedly. The clerk spun back around and opened another drawer, and found the key corresponding to the card. “third floor, 5th room on the left.” she said after spinning back around and handing Franky the key. Franky handed her the card and walked off down the hallway, but not before winking at me with a huge grin on his face.

“What about you, Jeffie” she said, spinning back around, putting the card back in the drawer it originally was. “Well,” I started, “I would like for her to be brunette, petite, with a cute face, and big eyes.” I said, wrinkling up my jacket in my hands. She spun back around and her fingers flew through another drawer directory. She stopped and snatched a card up. She turned around and handed it to me, looking me in the eye. My jaw dropped to the ground!