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2- A What Club?

Isabella

We arrive at the club, and from the outside, it just looks like a regular old apartment complex or something. There are no signs, no loud music, and not many people coming in and out. I'm beginning to think we're in the wrong place.

"Why are we here? This is kind of creepy." I scoot closer to Alli.

"The club is underground. Trust me! You are in for a treat." She's lucky that I do trust her.

We enter through a side door and follow a long hallway to an elevator, which takes us to the basement. Once the door opens, a large man looks at us and then takes a seat at a desk.

"Good evening, Miss Alice. I see you brought a guest. Have her fill out these forms." His voice is so deep I think I can feel it in my chest.

"Thank you, Marco." She takes the forms, and I swear I see something else exchange between them.

We take a seat, and I start to read the forms. One of them is making me swear to secrecy. I can't talk about the club to non-members unless I plan to bring them. Even then, the information that I can give is limited. I can't talk about who I see here or what people are doing inside the club. The consequences for breaking this agreement are insane. It could cost me thousands of dollars in fines and, depending on severity, possible jail time.

"Don't let that intimidate you. I've been coming here for months. I never feel the need to break the agreement. It's not like you have friends that you can run and tell anyway." She shrugged her shoulder.

"Thank you for reminding me that I'm a loser," I honestly don't care to have many friends. I love being alone for the most part. "Fine, I'll sign it."

The final form is a list of rules within the club:

  1. No phones allowed

  2. No pictures allowed

  3. Do not touch a woman/man without permission

  4. No alcohol or other mind-altering substances before attending. You can not consent while under the influence.

  5. No street clothes

  6. Clean equipment after you use it

  7. No fighting, degrading, or violence allowed

  8. Establish boundaries and safe words before playing

  9. Do not call the police without reporting emergencies to management first. Management will decide what is critical and what is not.

  10. No kink-shaming

The list goes on, and the more I read it, the more things start to make sense.

"Alice, what kind of club is this?" I already know, but I want the validation.

"It's an upper-class, super secretive, sex club," She mumbled.

"A what club?" My eyebrows shoot up to my hairline. "You forgot to tell me that part earlier."

"Yeah, I know. I had to wait until after you signed the agreement because now you can't tell anyone," Alli is smooth, I'll give her that.

"Right, that makes sense. Well, I'm already in this deep, and I shaved my damn legs today." I sign at the bottom of the page and agree to all terms.

Marco takes my ID and makes a copy of it, then stamps the inside of my left wrist. It has a fancy design, but I see Alli didn't get one. I guess members don't have to get one.

When we walk through the door and enter the club, it is nothing like I imagined. The lights are dim, and the walls are a sleek black, kind of like polished obsidian. Not everyone is attractive here, but you can tell they have their pockets lined. I look by the corner of the room and try my best not to give a reaction, but there's a couple who is full-blown having sex against the wall. I look away because, for some reason, I feel like they need privacy.

"You're allowed to watch. That's the whole point." Alli said with a grin.

"I feel like I'm invading their privacy. I'm not kink-shaming, though. I'm just a little caught off guard," I whisper back.

"Let me show you something." She takes me by the hand and leads me through the room and down a hallway. She opens a door, and we step inside. I'm blown away by this place. The walls that look like obsidian are one-way glass walls from the floor to the ceiling. From this room, I can see everything happening in the main room, but no one can see into here. There are only very dim lights along the baseboards on the floor in here, so maybe that's why the walls look black on the outside. It's darker in here than it is out there.

"Is there a light for us to turn on?" I ask.

"Yes, but you don't want to do that unless you want to put on a show. When you turn the light on, it illuminates the room. Everyone out there will be able to see you, but you won't see them. That's why the lights are super dim out there too. These aren't one-way mirrors, but rather one way or the other." That just made this a whole lot cooler. I look around the room and see a large, beautiful bed with a gray comforter and matching pillows. The ceiling has hooks, and there's a pantry against another wall.

"Can I go look?" I ask.

"Of course," She looks so excited by my interest. I open the pantry, and my mouth drops open. Floggers, chains, whips, belts, feathers, gags, and a million other props are stored neatly. On a ledge, there's an assortment of vibrators and lubricants. My mind goes back to Daveed, and all the things he used on me replays in my head. I still vividly remember the sting of his belt and the softness of his touch in between lashes. It would probably scare others away, but I craved it so much. I still do.

"Thank you for bringing me here, Alli. You knew just what I needed." I close the pantry and give her a huge hug.

"You always told me the wild things you did with Daveed, and when I discovered this place, I knew I had to bring you. Become a member." She's never been more serious than she is now.

"Okay. I'll become a member." I agreed.

After that moment, shit got real.

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