Page 77 of By Invitation Only
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Peyton
That weekend we stayed in bed except when I needed to go to my parents’ for Sunday dinner. While I was there, Booker went home and got more of his clothes to bring back to my place. I was starting to get used to him sleeping next to me every night, and I didn’t want that to change. We didn’t even have sex every night like I thought we would. Sometimes we’d just talk and, of course, our morning talks were worth waking up at the butt-crack of dawn for.
Tonight Booker was still at the office, so I’d opened my laptop to research Sensation more while I watched one guy make out with ten girls in a single night on my TV. Another party at Sensation was on Saturday, and while I assumed I was going as Booker’s guest, Lorelei was hounding me to get her in. Then there was the fact that I actually enjoyed going to a sex club. Never in my wildest dreams would I have ever thought that my lifestyle would include watching people have sex, but I was turned on by it.
While Booker and I had sex a lot outside of Sensation, there was just something different about being at an elite sex party. As though it was okay to let him do whatever he wanted to do to my body. Of course, I would more than likely let him do it without the club, but he hadn’t mentioned anything about cuffing me, spanking me, or anything like that since we were at Sensation. The headboard banging continued, and it wasn’t because we could hear Sam. It was because when Booker fucked, hefucked.
I typed in the website for Sensation. A homepage opened that had the 3D dodecahedron logo at the top. Under it was a bar that listed all the pages you could visit. Under that was the history of how the club got started as well as how to apply to become a member. The history portion intrigued me at first. I’d heard sex parties had been around since the Greeks had their first orgy sometime before Christ.
Sensation started twenty years ago. It didn’t say by whom or why, but the fact that it had been around for twenty years and I never knew about it baffled me. I felt as though I was living under a rock. But that had all changed, and now I wanted to become a member. There was probably some rule that I couldn’t be Booker’s guest forever. I mean, they charged thousands for memberships. If one could invite someone over and over, they’d never need to join.
I scrolled down. The only way to get a membership was to be invited by a member. You would then need to submit your application with a picture or video and get approval. All members had a member ID, and that number was to be inputted on the application. It made sense to have an application process. After my first night, I knew Sensation was for the rich and famous. I was neither of those, but since I owned my own condo, and had a steady job where I made decent money, I assumed I could at least afford the pearl package—whatever that entailed.
I clicked the apply button.
Applicants are required to receive an invitation by a current member.
Applications missing any requested information will be deemed incomplete and will not be considered. Clear, recent photos, or a video of your face and full length, must be provided. All submitted information and content shall be held in the strictest confidence. If application meets Sensation’s approval after review by our founder, an approval email will be sent. The chosen can create a dodecahedron account where payment is to be obtained via our secure site. After purchase is verified, Sensation’s address and party dates will be revealed.
Would you like it rough?
Would you like to be caressed and worshipped?
Or would you simply like to observe?
What do you desire?
Let Sensation be the place to let your clandestine fantasies come to life.
After the disclaimer, there was a list of questions: your name, date of birth, email address, employer, occupation, if you’d ever been to the club before, and various questions regarding your fantasies and what turned you on.Did I really want to become a member?What if things with Booker didn’t work out? I still wanted to go to the club and experience the lifestyle, but could I handle seeing him with other women? Would he do things if he saw me with another man? Booker had already expressed disdain toward Jason and Sam, so I wasn’t sure how he’d react.
I needed to talk to Booker to see where his head was regarding the club. We were good, but if we ever broke up, I’d deal with the outcome. And there was still the fact that he was married, and I didn’t want to date a married man for the rest of my life. I wanted the husband, the kids, the white picket fence all girls dream about. I had the career, and I hoped I had the man. The other two would hopefully follow after the man becamemyhusband.
Wait. What?
I was a lunatic for thinking that after only a few weeks of dating we’d eventually get married. Sure, when you dated, that was the endgame. But not even a month of dating and I was thinking about it? It was probably because we were together every night, and he was the first thing I saw every morning.
My phone buzzed with a text.
Booker:I’m on my way.
I looked at the time. It wasn’t even after ten.
Me:You’re early.
Booker:Got another man at your place, beautiful?
I rolled my eyes.
Me:No, but how do you feel about reality TV?
It took him a few minutes to reply.
Booker:Depends on the show.
Me:The Last Rose?
