Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27770 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27770 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
After a series of prompts, I’m finally connected with Christy. It takes me unaware as I was prepared to leave a voicemail. When she says hello, I almost hang up. I’m almost certain it’s the same Christy I met last night when I was with Scotlyn.
“Uh,” I clear my throat. “Hi. I’d like to inquire about a membership.”
“What’s your name, handsome?”
“Brent.” She called me handsome. “Brent Danson.”
“Hello, Brent. When would you like to come in and see me?” She asks. “I’ll need about an hour of your time. Not only will you get a tour, but you’ll need to fill out paperwork on site for a background check and submit to a urine and blood sample. We have an on-staff nurse to assist.”
“What’s that for?”
“The health and wellness of our clients is our top priority. Each time you enter a room, you’ll do so with confidence, knowing your partner is clean in every way that matters, and they’ll trust that you are, as well.”
“I’m not a felon,” I tell her.
She laughs. It’s throaty and honestly, sexy. “That’s good to know. We’re still going to check.”
This is what I want.
“When you’re in a room, no one knows who you are, right?”
“Specifically, in the Dark Room,” she explains. “In the other rooms, you can opt to have your partner see you or you them. If you know the person, speak to them, or ask their name, you’ll be kicked out of the club. We have very strict rules here at Society X and we don’t offer second chances.”
“Okay. I’ll come in. Do you have any appointments available today?”
“I do. Can you be here in fifteen minutes?”
“I’ll be there.”
I head back to the workspace and tell Felix I have a meeting off-site. He would never know if I do or not, so I’m not too worried about him finding out the truth. The walk to Society X is not only stressful, but quick. It gives me no time to talk myself out of what I’m about to do. Although, I suppose I can sign up, pay, and never use the service, but what’s the point?
After parking, I press the button on the door, per Christy’s instructions. She answers, wearing the same thing she had on last night. If she recognizes me, she doesn’t say anything. Introductions are made and I’m taken into a room with a bathroom where I submit my urine sample. A few seconds later, the nurse comes in and takes my blood. This entire part of the club looks nothing like the place I was in last night. In fact, it looks like a real estate office.
I fill out all the paperwork, then hand over my driver’s license and credit card even though my ass puckers at the price. It’s definitely cheaper being a virgin.
“Follow me,” she says.
“Um, are the rooms being used right now?”
She looks at the tablet in her hand. “Not all of them. There is a show going on in the Viewing Room. If you want, you can watch it.”
“Is that a requirement of the Viewing Room?”
Christy laughs. “No, not at all. Some people enjoy voyeurism, and they don’t care who watches.”
We turn down a hall where every door is closed. There are red and green lights above each one. We stop at a green one and she punches a code in.
“What happens if I punch my code into a room that has a red light?”
“It won’t work if it’s red.” The door opens and we walk in. The room has a shower, a cubby type closet thing, and a place to sit. There’s also a bathrobe hanging from a hook on the wall, and a bowl of condoms by another door.
“You come in here and undress,” she tells me. “You can use the robe or not. It doesn’t matter. We’ll assume it’s dirty when you leave. Depending on the invite, your partner may want you to enter first or last. Sometimes there are specific instructions.”
“Like?”
“Well, you could ask that your partner be on all fours when you enter the room or ask that they are bent over the bed.”
“I see.”
Christy goes to another panel on the wall. “When you’re ready, you put in your code. If you’re meant to be first into the room, the door will open.”
The door opens and we step in. There is a four-poster bed with what looks like satin sheets on it, along with another bowl of condoms.
“When you enter, it’ll be pitch black, aside from the little light coming from your entrance room. The door will close automatically, and then you’ll have thirty seconds to get into position before your partner’s door opens.”
“What if my partner is late?”
“Tardiness isn’t tolerated.”
I nod. Harsh.
“So, if it’s pitch black, how will I see what I’m doing?”
“Use your senses.”
That’s when it hits me. This room isn’t about sex, it’s about honing your god-given talents. Next, she takes me to the Play Room. I’ve heard about whips, chains, and a whole lot of other things, but I never saw myself as the type of man who would want to dress up like a dog and get spanked. To each their own.