“Welcome back, Mr. Townsend,” the petite redhead behind the registration desk offered with a smile.
I returned her graciousness with a curt nod.
“Your table has already been set up for you. As promised, two women will be by shortly. We hope they are to your liking.” She smiled, revealing perfect, pearly white teeth.
I moved around the registration booth, past the leather loveseats where groups of twos, threes, and fours were in various stages of undress. Removing my suit jacket, I carefully laid it on the back of the loveseat, and sat down, picking up the glass of cola with three ice cubes that I always requested be waiting for me on my arrival. I took my fill of the club. Another couple made their way down the dark hall into either the bondage room or eating area. The elevator door opened and a pair of women stepped off, dressed in only short bathrobes.They must’ve come from the Wet Room on the third floor, I surmised.
I found myself watching the women as they moved closer, hand in hand, one finally catching my gaze. One was the color of cinnamon while the second had skin the color of sandalwood. Both average height, with small yet curvaceous bodies. They moved to stand in front of me, and I was pleased to see that my preferences had been noted by whoever sent these two.
“Mr. Townsend,” one of the women giggled, causing a frown to mar my face.
I glared at the two, over the rim of my glass, taking another sip of my drink.
“How are you tonight?” the cinnamon-toned one spoke up. When I didn’t move, she took that as a sign to move in closer, placing a knee on the loveseat and crawling toward me. These women were beautiful, but I’d had plenty of beautiful women. They’d be fine for the night, I guessed…until one slid her hand up my forearm to my elbow, pushing the sleeve of my shirt out of the way. She gasped and jumped, when my other hand slammed down over hers.
“Don’t touch me.” I tossed her hand away. “I do the touching,” I told both women, sternly. “Give me a dance while I finish my drink.”
They blinked, looking between one another, before slowly sliding off the loveseat to stand in front of the table. I sat back, arm outstretched with my drink in the other hand. I watched semi-bored as both women began stripping one another.
Movement at the elevators caught my attention. The doors slid open and a thirty-something Asian woman stepped off. She didn’t catch my attention, though she was pretty. It was her companion that made me sit all the way up, body going rigid.
****
Patience
How on Earth did I end up here?I was in a sex club for God’s sake!
“Patience, your I.D.,” Judy insisted, looking back at me.
I began shaking my head. “Judy, I don’t think I should be here.” My eyes bulged when I glanced over Judy’s shoulder to see a half-naked woman sitting on one of the leather loveseats, straddling a man who I could only see from the waist down.
“Patience, I told you to leave your prudish side at home,” Judy insisted, bringing my attention back to her five-foot-three frame.
“I can’t leave my prudish side at home. Iama prude. I’m a librarian for goodness’ sakes! And a mom.” I whispered the last part, ashamed to admit that I was a mother in a place like this.
“You weren’t such a prude when you were telling me about that little fantasy of yours. And your kids are all the way in Oakland. You’re in Chicago tonight. Live a little. You’ll be the same boring librarian and mother when you get back on the plane tomorrow morning. “’Kay?” With that, she snatched my wallet out of my hand, rifling through until she found my license. Then she flipped her long, dark, silky hair over her shoulder and turned to the hostess at the registration table.
I sealed my eyes shut and inhaled a deep breath. Maybe she was right. The kids were at home, in the great care of their nanny, while I was there on a work conference. I could just make myself comfortable at the bar, have a couple of cocktails and let that be that. I wouldn’t bother to tell Judy that there was only one person who’d ever brought out the non-prude in me. And that was a long time ago.
I sighed and blinked my eyes open, ridding myself of those memories.
“You’re still meeting Kevin here?” I asked Judy when she returned my I.D.
“Yup. He texted me. He’s on his way. Isn’t this place cool?” she questioned, looping her arm in mine and pulling me toward one of the loveseats that had a card at the center with the name “Russell” on it her fiancé’s last name.
“It’s cool all right,” I murmured. “Look, I know I told you about my fantasy and everything, but that was just all in fun. I’m not doing anything with any of these men...or women.” I plopped down on the loveseat, looking around. I’m sure my facial expression mirrored a damn deer in headlights. I still couldn’t believe I’d gotten drunk enough to share my fantasy of being tied up and spanked with Judy the night before. Now, here I was, at some place in the West Loop where I was certain most of the people in here had more than just read about rope play, as I had.
“You say that now.”
“I mean it!” I hissed at Judy.
She shrugged. “I said the same thing, when I first came. Then I met Kevin, and…” She just smiled and then giggled. “Oh, he’s here.” She pointed at the elevator and got up to greet her fiancé. I remained seated, still feeling so uncomfortable. When a man passed, throwing a smile in my direction, I returned it in kind but wished he’d keep moving. That wasn’t going to happen, apparently. He stopped.
“Hey, beautiful.”
“Hello.” I shifted in my seat, looking around.
“You’re new here, huh?”
