Hi there I thought that you might enjoy an extract from Petals of a Rose so here goes. Any feedback, or even better read the book (lol), most welcome 🙂
Extract from Petals of a Rose by Lydia Trent
The Jojoba Club was the undisputed King of the Red Light district. It was housed in a building which belied its existence. The façade gave the impression that within thrived a nest of grim, low–budget offices, occupied by questionable solicitors whose clients ranged from pimps to prostitutes, undoubtedly shared by sleazy loan sharks. This initial notion was accurate,for the second and third floors were, indeed, occupied by such tenants, operating almost legitimate businesses. There was a large, solid–oak door guarding the building at the front, the same large, oak door which fronted hundreds of similar–looking office buildings in the city. Nothing to take notice of, nothing special.
A high–walled, well–lit alley circled the whole of the building. The alley was narrow and the wall which protected it crumbled with age. It led to nowhere except the rear of the building and once in it there was no way out, nowhere to hide. At the back of the building was another large, oak, non–descript door giving no indication as to what lay beyond. Nobody passed down the alley without being scrutinised, checked — the two Jamaican Goliaths on the back door made sure of that. The door hid a secret world far removed from the cold, dark, depressing streets outside with the desperate prostitutes flashing their pieces of flesh, vying for the punters who crawled their cars along the kerbs, hoping that their enticements would lure some money for their next meal for them, or their children, or — more likely — their next fix. Soft lighting bathed the relaxed sophistication of the room in an amber hue. The gentle calm of a faraway melody lulled, unobtrusively swirling around, artfully casting its spell on the unsuspecting victim, soothing the body, preparing it for an evening of enjoyment and fulfilment.
The thick, dark–peach carpet cradled each step, giving in and then springing back, like a wave rising and falling, floating feet along, only acknowledged somewhere deep inside where the floating took place, further soothing the guest into a sense of safe security within this haven. Low couches lay at strategic angles to one another, upholstered in soft peach, the sides and back high to provide a degree of intimacy and privacy to the occupants. Each couch had its own low, glass table standing guard against intrusion. Stark, three-dimensional shapes hung randomly on the walls — no pictures, just the shapes. After long concentration the images representing naked figures became recognisable, silver or black, some alone, some part of a couple or group, erotic in their static poses. Otherwise the room stood bare, no clutter to distract, only the deliberate achievement of a cultured retreat from all that may offend one’s desire for peace and calm tranquillity.
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