Chapter 2

Amy took the ball and ran with it.

“The gamut – heterosexual, bisexual, homosexual – I don’t think we’ve done transsexual yet, but it will happen, I’m sure. We also cater to certain fetishes, including bondage and degradation, Dominance and submission, exhibitionism, voyeurism, interracial sex ... the list goes on. If a member wants it and it is consensual, we attempt to accommodate it.”

She eyed Bethany.

“I was given to understand that your first sexual experience with a male was unpleasant.”

“Huh! To put it mildly!” Bethany retorted, while her memories of the act bubbled to the surface for Toby to collect and analyze. That, of course, was the purpose of the question.

“Maybe at some point you might want to have a man at your mercy, to get even for your treatment,” Amy said blandly.

“One in particular!” Bethany rasped. “But they’re ALL animals.”

Toby flinched; Bethany had spun up a cocoon of poisonous hatred, and the creature about to emerge would be ugly.

<We’re just in time, I think, > Toby passed to Amy on their private channel. <This is bad. It needs to be defused. She’s poised to hurt others, as well as herself. Kelly is right – she’s basically heterosexual – but that bubble of hatred she carries around, combined with the subconscious realization that she’s missing out on what COULD be a big part of her life, makes her vengeful.>

Amy retreated a bit, conversationally, noting, “Parting with your virginity can be painful.”

“That would be HIS excuse, no doubt!” Bethany snapped.

“Was the act consensual?” Amy asked, arching an eyebrow.

Toby fired a bolt mentally, rocking Bethany off the perch of the rationalizations she’d built up to excuse that fact over time, but Bethany still got out, “It was a seduction.”

“Things went well, then, until he penetrated you,” Amy posited. “Young guys tend to have low boiling points. When you add the kind of stupidity that we practice as a culture regarding sex, they come off unprepared. If you had had your first time with a club member, it would have gone very differently.”

“So YOU say!” Bethany snarled.

“So I KNOW!” Amy shot back. “Young male club members lose THEIR cherries at the hands of older, experienced women who know what sex is and how to do it! By the time one of our men does his first virgin, he knows how to control himself and minimize her pain while maximizing her pleasure!”

“You have no idea what I went through!” Bethany charged.

“No? Compare it to this, then!” Amy retorted, her eyes steely. “I was still recovering from losing my virginity to the captain of the local football team when he announced that I was an okay fuck, but not his type ... and waved in one of his buddies for the second act. The whole house was full of males planning to take their turns with me, but I escaped! Was it anything like that?”

Ashen, Bethany backed off. “No, he just got up, muttered an insincere apology and said something about the first time being painful, put on his clothes and left.”

“Oh, gee! THAT sounds tough!” Amy snarled sarcastically. “You need to back off on guys, Honey!”

“Why? What about the animals who did you? THEY were all male!” Bethany went on the defensive.

“True, but they’re not representative,” Amy replied, her expression again bland. “There are a lot of nice guys out there, but a few assholes make the whole sex look bad. What would you do if this guy of yours were to come up to you one day and apologize humbly?”

“Never happen!” Bethany waved it off.

“Stranger things have.”

Amy stood there, waiting.

Bethany suddenly realized that they were back to the original question.

“Let’s go upstairs,” she said suddenly.

Kelly, who had been watching the pair like a spectator at a tennis match, yelped, “Okay!”

They turned and headed up.

Amy stayed with them until they were undressed, and undressed with them, unconcerned over walking the halls nude.

“Do you have a plan for how you’re going to meet our member?” she asked.

“I’m thinking maybe the dark room thing might be the way to go,” Kelly muttered.

Amy nodded.

“You’re familiar with it, at least. Let’s use Room Two. Why don’t you show Bethany around a bit – you should both wear masks in case you run into someone in the halls – and I will find the member for you and set things up.”

Kelly nodded, “Good idea.”

Amy swept off and joined Toby in the second-floor library, where they had parked Julio after the nachos arrived.

“We have little time,” she announced. “We need for you to remember that you are not permitted to discuss this place with anyone you do not know to be a member. Do you remember your promise?”

Julio didn’t remember any such, but he nodded. Who was this little bitch, anyway?

“Time is short, and you need to understand what you’ve been doing, so we’re going to show you something that not everybody knows and few would understand,” Amy announced shortly. “Toby and I are telepathic. We’re going to show you the effect you had on Kelly’s friend Bethany. When it’s over, you won’t know how you know or where it came from, but you’ll remember.”

She didn’t give Julio any time or any choice in the matter – she just collected Bethany’s memories of the experience from Toby and transmitted it.

Julio lived it – in about three seconds.

“Dios mio!” he gasped, white-faced with shock. He fell back in his chair. “Dios mio!”

“Not every girl you collected the cherry of would have reacted this poorly,” Amy told him. “We realize that for some reason, Bethany is a special case. But you KNOW that you were deliberately brutal with her because it increased YOUR pleasure – something even she has never guessed, although she’s blamed you for every incident of male abuse of a female since the beginning of time, I think.”

Amy smiled crookedly.

“We’ve gone to some effort to undermine this, but you need to fix it!”

“How?” Julio gasped. He couldn’t see how he was going to accomplish anything with an apology, however abject.

“By showing her how sex with a man is SUPPOSED to be!” Amy replied, and began outlining the grand plan...

Fifteen minutes later, Amy stuck her head in the door of the room where Kelly and Bethany were lounging around waiting and said, “We’re ready. Room Two is open. Good luck!” Then she disappeared, heading downstairs to the Control Room.

Kelly and Bethany entered the ‘light lock’ between Dark Rooms One and Two. The room – once primarily the site of the two rooms’ closets – had a door to the hallway and a door into each of the rooms. Those rooms admitted people from the lock using a variant on an apartment security door, where you pressed a button and a buzzer notified the occupant of the room of your presence. A button inside the room released the door latch, allowing entry – and plunged the room and the light lock into total darkness. There were other bells and whistles whereby the room occupants could announce their preferences in the sex and sexual orientation of visitors, and people in the lock could declare that information, but they were irrelevant in this case. Kelly hit the buzzer and the first occupant of the room, Janice Fremd, let them in.

For Janice, this was an adventure – she’d never ‘been’ with another woman before. Amy had explained that this was a mission of mercy – that Bethany held an unhealthy hatred of men from an early experience and that it was warping her, but there was no way short of trickery to get her past it – and Janice had agreed to play the part of a woman new to girl-girl sexual experiences, which wasn’t a stretch at all, since she was. She put her hair up in a ponytail and entered Room Two and got naked, her purpose being to put Bethany at her ease and help Kelly arouse her so that she would be ready for the second act.