Showing you around and showing you off

As you step through you see the next room was a large open area. A bar or lounge area, but a strange one. The erotic themed art from the lobby continued on the walls here. It was very nice, a clean simple yet upscale modern look to it. Most noticeable was that there was a huge glass box raised in the center of the room. Inside was a short bench, a stockade, and a metal frame with various chains and wrist and angle straps. You could guess what went on in there. To the left side of the room was a very nice looking and fully stocked bar. To the right side of the room was a small stage. Beside it was a piano along with stools and instruments of what you would guess was a small jazz ensemble. The rest of the area were booths and tables. One large round corner booth sat higher than the rest and had a commanding view of the entire area. There were two curtained doors to your left back beside the bar. You could see the workman from before hovering around the one, you were guessing it must lead down to the "dungeon". Perhaps the other lead to the second story.

The lights were up, chairs were up on tables, a few folks that obviously worked there were cleaning and generally getting ready to open later in the day. As your sister walks in you notice everyone straighten up and work that little bit harder. One booth had two confident looking women and a tall chiseled dark haired man, they were eating and chatting. They were young, good looking. If this was a fancy "whore house", as your cousin described it, you figured these were some of the sex workers. Currently they had rather normal looking clothes on however and you wouldn't have guessed it otherwise. After a moment you begin to notice double takes and turned heads. People were looking at you, wondering who this man on Fiona's arm was. From the bar stands a short man in his forty's, though he dressed much younger. He had spiky black and blue highlighted hair. With him was young ginger haired woman just a tad taller than him, she was a buxom full bodied woman with delicious curves. She wore a short dress, long stockings, high heels, and a tight fitting t shirt and jean jacket. It was an odd look, but somehow it worked on her.

"Fiona! My goddess! Thank you for coming down." The man says with bubbly ebullient enthusiasm. He was one of those gay guys that really really wanted everyone to know he was gay. His eyes kept darting your way as he approached, his curiosity getting the better of him. The woman stayed just behind him and was doing her best to look bright and cheery. "And who is this young man?"

"Hello Aaron. This is my man Jesse." Fiona states proudly. She puts her arm around you, holding you to her side. Happy to show you off to this fellow.

"Ohhh! Your man!" He was over the moon happy for her. "Well, well, well! Someone finally captured our goddess's heart? I never thought I'd see the day, you must be a special one indeed. What a lucky lucky..." He laughs. "Wait...Jesse...same name as your broth..."

"Why did you call me down here?" Fiona interrupts him. "I was enjoying a well earned day off with my man. We're going to go pick up our special lady soon so let's hurry this up Aaron." Did he know? He seemed to have a clue. Jesus Christ! Fiona seemed to give no fucks at all!

Aaron stops for a moment and takes a closer look at you, his eyes were widening. Luckily you and Fiona looked nothing alike. Now if he knew Elsie or your mother the resemblance would be there to see, but thankfully you knew your other family members would have nothing to do with a guy in this strange world of Fiona's. But...he sure was looking at you funny...and he knew the name.

As if in response Fiona pulls you in...another one of her powerful deep kisses. Her strong arms holding you tight. You sigh contentedly as you taste her in your mouth...you were getting addicted to these. When you part you happily lay your head on her shoulder once more as she liked you to do, an obvious demonstration to all here that you were her man and that she was the unquestioned Alpha in your relationship. It just felt better every damn time you did it, every single time. She whispers to you, though it is loud enough the nearby man and woman could hear it. "I love you baby." She says the words you'd been waiting to hear.

Humming happily you snuggle into her shoulder and lean into her, allowing her to hold you up. Something was happening with you, inside of you. You loved all of your Bailey women with all your heart. You couldn't wait to dress up for your mother, to make her happy, to feel her body again. With Elsie you had a surprisingly deep and natural bond, the power of which was utterly undeniable. She was your other half...but...

But Fiona...Fiona... You'd lusted for her all your life and now...now that you had her...it was better than you imagined. Since last night she wasn't being mean to you anymore, she wasn't teasing you anymore, she wasn't keeping you distant and out of her life anymore. She had brought you into her world and was treating you real nice. You sure liked how she looked after you. How she was so proud to be seen with you. How she was never afraid or unsure of herself. How she had taken control of things last night, how she had told you of her feelings for you, how she didn't hide what she wanted from you, how worried she'd been that she'd lost you. You discover you even liked submitting yourself to her so openly. It was such an public demonstration of your love for each other. You wouldn't have done it with anyone else. You felt safe with her. You felt like she'd look after you. She'd make all the hard decisions now. Sure, she had a scary side but...maybe you could help her with that. Maybe you could fix her. You were falling for your big sister...you were falling for her hard. As if years of built up tension was suddenly let go and everything was going at breakneck speed, like an elastic band stretched to its limit then released.

As you slowly open your eyes and return to the moment you see a look of confusion and repulsion in the man's wide eyes. His face screwed up into an expression of...disgust.

"Jesse is my man Aaron, and that's all anyone needs to know." Fiona states firmly.