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“Including the sisterhood?”
“Yes. The guys go with their girls––”
“Your friends are swingers?” Her voice goes up several octaves.
“None of the guys in my inner circle would allow another man to touch their woman. They don’t hook up with other members. Some members are swingers, but you don’t have to be into that lifestyle to be a Dark Compulsion member. There are so many other ways to have a fun evening without swapping partners.”
“Toto, I have a feeling we’re not in Kansas anymore.”
I chuckle. “No, Dorothy, you aren’t.”
“What you describe… is so out of my comfort zone. I’m going to stick out like a sore thumb. I’m sure I’ll embarrass you.”
“You won’t. There’s a first time for all members and guests. There’s a dress code––”
“Oh, gosh––”
“Calm down. I wanted to talk to you first, but I’ll call Michaela and Keira so they can hold your hand. We can figure out if you’ll ride with them or if I come and pick you up.”
“Okay. That eases the pressure a little.”
“You’re going to step into a world you’ve never been in before. You can indulge in as little or as much as you want…”
Chapter 32
Lily
If someone had told me one day I’d step into an adult club, I would’ve laughed until I ran out of air. Yet, here I am, stepping into one of LA’s most exclusive adult clubs, dressed like I’m about to audition for a spot as one of the entertainers at Crazy Horse Paris. Never in a million years did I imagine I’d have the guts to pull this off. It would’ve never happened without the sisterhood.
There’s a long driveway from the security gate to the club, flanked by tall trees and high bushes. The landscaping is as immaculate as the palace of Versailles’s gardens. My nose was glued to the window of the chauffeured Rolls-Royce Mikki hired for us girls as I took it all in.
This is like stepping into a magical land.
I spot a group of men, dressed in tuxedos or sharp suits, smoking cigars, drinks in hand. Women wearing not much strut around, winking and blowing kisses, hips swaying left to right in a tempting way.
I was certain that was enough to give me a taste of what’s tocome. That’s until Michaela, Keira, and I enter the main party room.
I freeze at the threshold.
Holy. Shit.
Our surroundings scream influence, prestige, and misbehaving.
My puppet master would have a cardiac arrest if he knew I was here.
So, this is where LA’s crème de la crème comes to play.
My wide eyes bounce around the room, my senses on overdrive.
I swallow my tongue when my gaze lands on a daring brunette with brown eyes, wearing a pink see-through mesh slip.
She isn’t sporting wings or a halo. She’s wearing a mask that covers her eyes. The upper part of her slip is pulled down to her waist and her breasts are exposed. Her gigantic, sagging boobs with huge areolas droop down to her waist.
As if that wasn’t shocking enough, she’s sucking on one of her breasts. She’s so determined, it’s as if she’s trying to shove the whole thing into her mouth.
Mikki wraps an arm around my shoulders and pulls me forwards. “That’s Shione. She’s an exhibitionist. Sucking on her own breasts while masturbating or using toys on herself while seated on a couch is her thing. She never hooks up with anyone. She prefers going at it solo. That’s why she’s wearing a face mask. It lets members and guests know that she doesn’t play with others.”
I scrunch my nose. “Why bother paying the crazy membership fee?”
