Chapter 1

It was a nondescript sort of building, the sort of building that you find on any business site on the outskirts of any city in the western hemisphere. Inside the building was a totally different matter, but few people had access to know that. The entranceway was guarded by a pass key lock together with a video camera which prevented any passing salesman from gaining access. If by any chance a stranger did try to get in the receptionist would work a speaker explaining that no reps were currently being accepted.

The only people who could gain access were a selected few who had undergone a long drawn out process of selection, involving interviews and a home visit. For the chosen few it was worth the trouble. They knew it would be, as they had been specifically invited to apply by existing members.

Members -- for this was a very private kind of club. Once inside the very ordinary doors the building opened up into a whole vista of delights for all whether they were solo men, solo ladies or couples. There was a limited number of staff to provide anything a member required, but members were encouraged to help other members in achieving their fantasies. This was a place where those who enjoyed their fantasies could make them come to life, creating simple or elaborate scenarios in the full knowledge that their privacy would be respected and their desires catered to.

This is the tale of one such encounter.

Roger entered with a certain degree of trepidation, despite the extensive vetting process. Fear of being revealed at work or home kept his blood pressure up, but did not keep him from making the application, nor from juggling his family finances to arrange the cash payment.

He took from his inside jacket pocket the cardkey that had come by anonymous courier to his office. Swiping it over the door panel, he turned the knob to enter the club. The door opened onto a moderately lit carpeted area, and closed behind him with an audible snick of the lock. The cardkey was needed for both doors; the enforced delay probably generating enough time for the club security personnel to visually confirm his membership. Finally passing through the inner door, he moved forward with nervous anticipation.

This first area could have been a small party room in any hotel, a bar along one wall, several tables along two sides of a dance floor, the furnishings pleasant if generic. This early in the afternoon, however, the area was just about empty. A woman of indeterminate age was cleaning the bar, and she efficiently mixed him a potent martini, which he sipped while sitting at one of the tables.

There were several doors in the far wall and a hallway off the far corner, and he fingered the small Yale key in his pocket wondering what he would find in the locker which had been assigned to him, and whether he dared look into it yet.

As she started to slide her key through the lock, Angie hesitated. She wasn’t sure if she should, but she was here on a dare, after all. A week before she had had some friends over and after having a bit too much to drink, she accepted a dare before fully knowing what it entailed. She had been given a limo, a key and directions that she be fully open to what she might find (her friends knew she was the adventurous type). Now, she was not so sure.

She paused to check herself in her mirror. Not much to check in the way of makeup ... she didn’t wear it much ... fair complexion, blonde curly hair and sparkling green eyes. She was aware that she could capture attention, she was of the Rubenesque, voluptuous type and she loved to laugh. Satisfied she was presentable enough, she took a deep breath and slid the key through the lock. She stepped into a small carpeted area and was standing in front of another door. She noticed there was a small camera and an unlit red light above the door. After a few moments the red light flashed and, assuming she had passed security, she slid her key through the final lock.

She entered an attractive, but modest bar area with a few tables and a dance floor. Soft jazz was playing. She walked to the bar and ordered a glass of red wine. As she sipped her drink, she noticed an attractive man sitting at a table by himself. His profile was to her and she didn’t think he had noticed her enter the room since he seemed a bit nervous and preoccupied.