Exclusive Sex Club

I stepped out of my friend Becky’s car and followed her up the path to the large office building. It looked almost abandoned at this time of night, and most lights in the building were off.

This was my first time at a sex club, and I didn’t know what to expect. It wasn’t Becky’s first time. In fact, she was a regular member, and I was her official guest for the evening.

“Don’t worry,” she said to me. “Looking like an office building keeps it more secretive. It’s all converted inside. The offices are now private bedrooms, and the bigger meeting rooms are communal places. You’ll see. Have you got your papers?”

I waved the pieces of paper at her. I also adjusted my skirt slightly, conscious of it riding up after our car journey.

“Relax,” she said, “you look great. Gorgeous even.”

When I confessed to Becky at work a few weeks before, that I was currently in a sexual dry-spell, I never believed it would lead me here. She confessed to me that she was a member of a very private club, for open-minded and open-legged individuals. We’d been friends since I started working with her two years ago, and we’d occasionally talked about sex and romance. But I’d had no idea she had ever been to a sex club, let alone was a regular member.

After hearing how long I’d been unintentionally celibate, she’d suggested I go with her as her guest. It took her a week to get clearance from the club, and another week for me to get a medical test, proving I was clean of diseases and infections.

Finally, the evening was upon us.

Becky walked up to the intercom, pressing the buzzer. “Becky and guest. Member 261.”

After a few seconds the door clicked open, and we walked inside. Becky led the way down the dark, narrow corridor, and to a door on the left. “Welcome Sarah…to Paradise.”

She pushed the door open, and a wash of bright light and colour hit me. The new room was brightly lit, with cream walls. A complete contrast to the building I had seen so far.

A man greeted us as we walked in. He was in his early forties, with short ginger hair and a chin you could open a can with. He was also naked, except for a tiny pair of black Speedos, clearly bulging. He grinned a devilish smile as we walked in, and checked the clipboard in his hand.

“Becky! Always good to see you again.” He kissed her lightly on the cheek. “And who is this?”