Dominant Beats

“This is awfully generous of you, Vinyl,” Twilight Velvet commented as she looked through the stack of paperwork, her magic making the otherwise long, tedious process go by much faster. “Your normal contributions are always significant and quite appreciated, but this is something else entirely!”

“Do I look like I’m desperate for the brands?” Vinyl wondered in her signature, devil-may-care tone.

Vinyl leaned back in an elegant, but simple chair in the mare’s office, a finely furnished room, like something from the old movies. Here, Twilight Velvet and her husband would conduct the more financial aspects of the Clocktower Society. “Look, I had a vision for Club 29 back when I opened it, but it became just like every other nightclub, except owned by the famous Vinyl Scratch,” she said, gesturing dismissively, “So I figured that it would work out the way I wanted it to at Clocktower West.”

“You mean a role-reversal of the typical dance club scene?” Velvet asked as she leaned forward and crossed her arms on her desk, after setting the papers down.

“Exactly!” Vinyl replied with a genuine smile, “I mean hey, mares who like their stallions collared need a place to go clubbing, too!”

Velvet pulled out a folder from a drawer on her side of the desk labeled “Clocktower West” and flipped through the pages within.

“Indeed, it seems that the closest things they have to that are clubs catered towards gay stallions, and strip clubs with male performers,” she commented as she looked over the page. After a few moments of looking through, she closed the file, having found nothing of the sort within. “Well, I cannot see any reason why this would not be approved by those in charge at Clocktower West,” Velvet said as her magic brought out a pen and wrote a list on her personalized CTS letterhead. “Your club will need a number of things installed and security ponies hired to ensure things in your club remain as safe, sane, and consensual as possible,” she explained as she slid the list over. “Unfortunately your status as Auxiliary Torch Guard alone will not be enough to satisfy those security requirements. I do have a list of Torch Guards who would be willing to secure your club if you’re interested…”

“I know one,” Vinyl replied casually, “Special Agent Nightfire, of Luna’s Secret Service and Torch Guard for the past five years. She’s a good friend of mine, and a hell of a bartender, too.”

“Ah, yes, I know her quite well,” Velvet commented with a grin, “Night Light… introduced us,” she chuckled.

“Oh yeah, that’s right! She told me you can deepthroat with the best of them,” Vinyl commented with a sly, playful grin. One that caused Twilight Velvet to blush as she thought back to that entire weekend.

“Well, we did much more than just that,” she replied with an equally sly smirk, “Maybe we should have a threesome together sometime?” Velvet suggested with a playful wink, before she went back to the business at hand. “Well, Nightfire will be excellent, but you’ll need two more to have on standby just in case one or both of you are unavailable.”

“All right, that makes sense,” Vinyl agreed, “I’ll check your list and find another couple to keep the place safe. And don’t worry about the security devices, I know a few contractors over in Clocktower West who do just as good a job at remodeling as they do dressing up for the drag shows,” she chuckled. “I’ll let you know when that whole thing’s done.”

“Very well, then, Vinyl,” Velvet declared as she pulled out a stamp and pressed it into the stack of transfer-of-ownership documents on her desk.

“The Clocktower Society hereby grants provisional approval of the donation of Club 29, to be used as a facility under the purview of Clocktower Society West. Their full approval will be dependent upon the club meeting CTS standards of security and safety for their guests. Once you have made said improvements, I will send inspectors to evaluate them,” she stated in a formal, yet friendly manner. Velvet stood up, causing her adamantine collar and silver studs to glint in the light of the office as she reached her hand out to shake Vinyl’s.

Vinyl returned the gesture, standing up and shaking hands with the pretty mare. “Thanks,” she said, “And hey, if you’re up for that threesome, Nightfire and I will be backstage after my show in Canterlot tomorrow,” she added with a grin. “I can set you up with a backstage pass…”