Chapter 10

'The Club' itself was elaborately furnished for both antique style and comfort; clearly it was the major local playground for the very kinky and very rich. We had been advised that some but not all members belonged to the "10,000", and since we didn't know the passwords we shouldn't try to force any acquitances. Most of the members cheerfully greeted us, everyone male and female admired our ladies, who wasted little time in downing a few quick glasses of excellent champagne (there was a nice non-alcoholic one for Allison) before then ran off to the dance floor to boogie their delightfully nearly exposed tits and asses off.

The members, of which there were about a hundred present that night comprised all kinds, men and women dominants 'Masters and Mistresses' bearing leashed slave boys and girls wearing exotic, fetish or often little dress or no dress at all. There was a variety of men and women in suits, leather, or fetish gear, but most of the women wore either erotic dancewear or sexy lingerie. Many folks were nude and most of the women whose backs were exposed and visible appeared to have the lower back tattoo that Allison had told me that Rose, Penny and Linda had sported.

This intrigued me a little and I joined a well-dressed, well spoken, middle aged, bearded man in one of the nice leather club chairs near the fire. He was enjoying a brandy while his mostly nude and pleasantly plump wife knelt by his chair. Come to find out, the 'Club' had a common marking for its female members. Some of the men chose to have a smaller but similar marking in the same location, but most wore a gold membership ring instead. Looking around now I saw several of these smaller male marks. The crest in the center was the crest of this particular club. I soon learned that there were other affiliated clubs in other major cities (including San Francisco, which had the largest membership) each with the same general design but a different central crest. Possession of this 'mark' or the ring would entitle any member of any of the affiliated clubs to enter any of the sister ones in other cities. Very interesting.

The Club's membership was extremely select and limited, new members were not often admitted, and newcomers like us required significant proofs of financial and emotional stability. While yes, sex between consenting parties often occurred here, this was not a "Sex Club" per se. Members were expected to provide mental stimulation as well and the "Art of Good Conversation" was a necessary trait for newcomers to become well liked and accepted. These were some of the most powerful people in the city, politically and economically and here is where they came to relax and often do business together.

I settled in with a very adequate glass of red wine (brought to me by a topless waitress wearing only a small apron) and my new friend and I exchanged stories for at least the next hour until my girls returned to my side, and plopped exhausted into comfy chairs next to each other. Myra knelt on the floor next to Allison resting her head against Allison's thigh.

Come to find out, Myra and my new friend Walter (who had been one of the two 'safe' names given to me by Mrs. Henderson), had a great deal in common, both were mental health professionals, Walter being one of the head child psychologists for a large local school system. They became instant bosom buddies and talked shop for a great deal of the night. They were lost in conversation when Walter's wife, Nellie, mentioned to me that she had heard our names mentioned to her recently by the Henderson's.

I was about to follow this nugget of info to see wherever it would lead me, when there was a loud female shout from near the entrance and three women, which could only be Penny, Rose and Linda from the descriptions that I had been given entered the room. Three men followed them from behind and must have been their husbands and fiancées (and Masters).

The six girls all squealed together and they ran to hug and kiss each other until Rose bellowed out, "Allison you total shameless slut! Where did you get that dress and how on earth is it staying attached onto you? Tell me where I can get one or I'm going to sit on your cute face until your tongue turns blue!"

Allison 'fessed up as to where the LBD's came from but they found out the next day that they were no longer available. The women then selected some bolts of nearly sheer expensive Italian silk and had the resident Club seamstress duplicate the exact pattern until each girl had a new and identical LBD. These soon became the default popular 'slut de jour' costume of the Club. I think that seamstress stayed busy for a good long but profitable time, taking new orders from other women jealous of the attention those miniscule dresses certainly got.

Refreshed all six girls ran back off to the dance floor, ground their tight asses and bouncing tits into each other until their close fondling and kisses became so intense that other laughing women suggested they relocate to one of the private rooms, which they soon did. They were still locked in a passionate 6-way daisy chain when we came to collect our girls at 3 a.m. for the trip home.

They cried piteously but we men were forceful and soon each of us had our crying, nude and kicking woman picked up and bodily carried out to our waiting cars. We guys had gotten on rather well, as each of us was sort of used to our wildly unpredictable women. Apparently we had much hardship to commiserate over, and a great many glasses of good wine were drunk as each of us related some of their wilder adventures.

Chris, Rose's fiancée, and I seemed to hit it off instantly and we soon became long time friends and even business partners. He shared my cavalier attitude towards money and although he now had a good deal of money of his own, it didn't own him - he was still the same man he'd been when he was younger and much poorer.

It was a surprise for me to learn that he was Penny's first husband! Penny had begun a new job to work for a millionaire called Robert Simmons (replacing Linda as his executive assistant) and there had been a 'rather large series of slight misunderstandings' in which Chris had believed that Bob had sent thugs after him upon Chris's discovery that his wife was now Bob's very submissive sex slave.

"It all worked out alright in the end." He cheerfully replied. "I met a wonderful woman (Rose) who will soon be my wife next Saturday! Once the last bit of all this messy divorce stuff is finalized early next week."

Linda, it seemed had also been Bob's former mistress as well as secretary before Penny came along. It seems that Robert had been a busy beaver! Everyone was very friendly now, for the women's sake if nothing else. Chris at least had no lingering grudges and I gathered their three girls were just as tightly wound together and now inseparable as my three were.

I liked Bob just ok, but he appeared to be a guy with an awful lot on his mind and who looked every morning into the mirror to shave but didn't quite like the person he saw staring back him. He started life worth already a little over a million dollars and he had earned his first ten million by the time he turned twenty, and had made his one hundredth million just after turning thirty. Undoubtedly he was still aiming for the billionaire mark now that he had just passed forty.

In my opinion, his soul seemed a bit damaged as if he had spent years of his life working towards some goal that he now perceived as being of worthless. It occurred to me that Bob could use a few Sundays at the 'Church' in Lovett. Later he did begin to attend somewhat regularly, but that's another story someone else should tell.

In another fascinating coincidence, Tiny found out that Bob knew Lovett very well indeed. Bob was the owner of that recently established small botanical research center there! Just 'exactly' what he was cultivating there I'm not sure — Bob had more than his share of secrets, but I'm sure it had something to do with that elusive billion dollars ... and the organic ingredients that made Batch 31. That started a long discussion between the two of them that lasted most of our evening together. Tiny and Bob 'clicked' pretty tightly. Over time, I think they became nearly as close as Tiny and I were, and Chris and I became, but then Tiny has always been much less judgmental and is much faster to offer forgiveness than I am (but I'm still improving).

Like Myra, he offers a guy invariably direct and useful advice and I think Tiny eventually became Bob's 'confessor' and confided in him all of his many dark secrets. What exactly they are, I have no idea — and would probably be happier not knowing.

We only rarely ever saw Tom, Linda's husband. He was a fairly quiet guy who was extremely shy around strangers, but he had a wicked dry sense of humor once he got to know you and became comfortable around you. I liked him very much the few times I got to meet him and I think we could have become great lifelong friends. He was very close to Chris as well, but like the rest of us was a bit 'distant' from Robert.

Tom and Linda loved each other tremendously and exclusively, and I have not the heart to more than briefly mention that he relatively soon lost Linda as the end result of a great tragedy that allegedly somehow involved one of Robert's schemes and the active participation of both Penny and Linda. Chris and Rose were slightly involved in the matter but veto'd participation it at the very end and became somewhat estranged from Bob and Penny there afterwards. I never got an entirely straightforward account of the how's or why's. I do know Chris and Rose knew all of the details and think that Tiny now knows the whole story too, but none of them will utter a word of it. Bob and Penny are certainly not talking, even to defend or mitigate their guilt in the situation.

Her disappearance and presumed death was very much a tragedy for many people. From the vague whispered comments I've heard from others, I think that Linda took her own life, but I'm not sure. Tom and Linda had been soul mates and her absence utterly crippled him. His boat was soon afterward found floating abandoned in the Gulf and most of his close friends feel that unable to live without her, he had chosen to join her in death. Those are the only facts of that long sad story that I think I know the truth of. I have to wonder what terrible experience or acts drove her to her tragic end, to end her life apart from Tom's side. Maybe someday Rose or Chris will tell their side of the story.

The next two weeks were an absolute frenzy; the six women were nearly always together day and night planning their respective weddings. Penny and Bob, together with Chris and Rose were having a joint 'fetish wedding' at the club, and Allison and Tammy had to be tightly reined in from wanting to do the same. All of the women had became very close for those two weeks so that they were constantly together wedding planning by day and often lovemaking together all night.

We tried a big group orgy thing one night for the novelty, but eleven bodies would not remotely fit comfortably even on Bob's king sized bed. A lot of position and room shuffling ended up taking a bit of the fun from the event. We had an occasional repeat experience, but the tragic deaths of Tom and Linda our lives began to pull quite apart.

The women all remained fast friends for life and even after we had all begun to scatter they remained tight becoming nearly (but not quite) 'full Slut Sister's', which seemed to involve some complex African tribal or religious thing that none of the women would ever speak about, other than to each other in deepest private confidence. The one time I asked Chris about it he turned pale and became extremely sad afterwards, saying only, "Trust me, you don't want to ever know!" He never would speak of it again to me.