Page 8 of Sensation Fantasies 1
The doorbell rang fifteen minutes after Peyton had texted, and Ward opened the door. I heard Peyton say, “You must be Ward. I’m Peyton, and this is my husband, Booker.”
I stepped forward just as Ward and Booker shook hands. “Nice to meet you,” Booker said in a British accent and turned to me, engulfing me in a hug. “And lovely to see you outside of the courtroom, Kiera.”
In the courtroom, Booker was ruthless. I hated going against him. “Good to see you too.”
“You two ready?” Peyton asked as Booker and I broke apart.
I looked up into Ward’s green eyes and then back to her and Booker. “As ready as we’ll ever be.”
“Great.” She beamed.
I stepped outside to see that a black limo was waiting for us. Ward locked the front door, and then we walked down the walkway, hand in hand behind Peyton and Booker. When I slid into the car, Lorelei was inside with Randy, but I was surprised to see two women I didn’t know.
“Kiera! Are you ready to pop your cherry?” Lorelei questioned excitingly.
I blinked and stopped sliding on the leather seat.
“You’ll need to excuse her,” Randy stated, and draped his arm across her shoulders. “She does this when there are sex club newbies around.”
I chuckled as I continued to slide in. “You should hear what she says at the office.”
All eyes turned to Lorelei. She shrugged. “What? You all know I have no filter.”
Everyone snorted with laughter as they agreed. Peyton and Booker slid into the car, and formal introductions were given. The two other ladies were friends of the group—Carrie and her wife, Taylor. The car pulled away from my house, and I gave Ward a nervous smile. This was really happening. In all my forty-two years, I never thought I would be experiencing something new like this. Ward squeezed my knee and smiled back.
“So”—Peyton handed me a glass of champagne as Booker poured another—“you two must be nervous. I know I was the first time.”
“I wasn’t,” Lorelei admitted.
Peyton ignored her and continued, “But don’t be. If you two just want to look around, that’s cool. You don’t need to feel obligated to do anything. If it’s not your thing, the limo driver will take you home.”
“But,” Booker cut in, “there are plenty of places that are private. So, you can walk around the property and take it all in.”
“Thanks,” Ward replied.
“Yes, thank you.” I agreed. “We haven’t had a night out in forever. Whatever happens, will be good no matter what.”
“And who knows,” Lorelei said. “You two might love it like us and join tomorrow.”
I grinned at Ward and then took a giant sip of the tart champagne.
What were we getting into?
The limo pulled to a stop in front of one of the nicest homes I’d ever seen in my life. The stucco mansion had stone pillars and topiary wrapped around them. Twelve or so steps were draped with a red carpet and led up to iron French doors with frosted glass window panes. It was stunning, to say the least.
The opening of the limo door snapped me out of admiring the gorgeous house. Ward squeezed my knee again, and then we all followed Booker and Peyton out of the car. We stepped to the side, allowing Carrie, Taylor, Lorelei, and Randy to walk up the stairs.
Peyton pulled a pearly-white card from her clutch, and handed it to what appeared to be a bouncer checking people off from a clipboard. The card had the word “SENSATION” written on it in silver, and the O of the word was a 3D dodecahedron. Only six of the twelve sides showed from a top view. The center was blank while the five remaining sides were white, red, green, blue, and a silvery white.
“We need a card to get in?” I questioned.
Booker pulled a black card from his wallet. “You get a membership card when you become a member.”
“Why is yours black and Peyton’s white?” Ward asked.
“We’re different levels,” Booker responded.
“How does that work?” Ward inquired.
