Page 18 of Sugar Walls (Sweet Treats 5)

Layla laughs and turns the conversation back to me.

“So tell me, what do you think about Dads and Daughters so far? Jack told me he wants me to give you a tour.”

I nod.

“My last visit was with Sienna, and it was wonderful. But Jack doesn’t see it that way because I went to the glory hole room and participated … with two men,” I say, a blush coming to my cheeks.

Layla lets out a throaty laugh but then smiles at me kindly.

“I can see why Jack’s a little nervous now. Were you just supposed to watch?”

I nod.

“I guess they thought maybe I’d get freaked out, scream, and then leave. Or maybe I’d be very shocked, but also titillated. But I did more than that. I had a lot of fun, if you get what I mean.”

Layla nods again.

“That’s okay. We’re women who own our sexuality, and it’s totally fine to say that you enjoy making love.”

I shake my head quickly.

“Oh no, there was no intercourse. I just had fun with them the oral way.”

Layla’s eyes glimmer a bit.

“Oh, that sounds amazing,” she breathes. “Sometimes, I wonder what would have happened if I’d stayed single a little longer. But once I met Tyler, it was all over. We immediately became a couple, and now we’re having a baby together!”

I nod.

“And that was right when you joined the club, right?”

She smiles.

“Yes, Tyler was my initiator, so I didn’t get to sample many men before then. Although there was this one guy …”

I lean forward, my eyes wide.

“Oh my god, there was someone before Tyler?”

Layla nods happily.

“There was. I was here on a tour, just like you are today, and let’s just say we got up to some shenanigans. But that’s for another time,” she says with smile. “Why don’t I give you the tour? Jack seems dead-set on that happening.”

I nod and we both get up. Layla takes me to a hallway on the right, and we walk down a gracious corridor.

“Here are the club’s offices,” she says, indicating a set of closed doors. “Just like any membership group, there’s a lot of admin work that has to get done, so this is where the magic happens.”

We walk further back, and I glimpse a swimming pool outside. It’s winter so it’s covered in a tarp, but it looks to be Olympic-sized.

“Oh my god, is that a regulation lap pool?”

Layla nods.

“Yes, and there are members who definitely use it. Obviously, it’s too cold in the winter, but we also have an indoor pool in the basement. That one’s kept at eighty degrees year round, so it’s nice and toasty.”

I stare at her.

“But eighty degrees is really high,” I say. “The heating charges must be insane.”

Layla giggles a little.

“Yes, but nobody swims laps there. You see, it’s a clothing-optional pool. Actually, I should be more specific: women are required to be nude when they’re in the water. It’s just one of the rules.”

I gape at her.

“Are you serious?”

Layla nods knowingly.

“Oh yes. Anything can happen at the Lodge. This is a place where men and women explore their wildest fantasies. It’s pure hedonism, and a lot of fun,” she winks.

I trail along behind Layla as she gives me a tour of the facilities. There’s a library, a bar, a restaurant, a gym, a steam room, and even some private rooms for dads who may want to stay overnight.

“But do out-of-town truckers stay here too?” I ask. “It would make sense. They could get their needs taken care of, and then leave the next morning.”

Layla nods.

“Sometimes they do, but we’re quite a bit out of the way. We’re sixty miles from civilization, so sometimes the truckers prefer to stop at a rest stop because it’s easier. We’ll send a girl out to them once we know they’re in the vicinity.”

I nod.

“Do the girls ever stay here?”

Layla nods.

“Oh sure. Some girls choose to continue living at home while they’re on their tour, but others like to stay here. They’ll go out and service the truckers on a nightly basis, and then spend their days here enjoying the amenities. It works for everyone.”

I gasp.

“So there’s literally a bevy of young women living here right now?”

Layla laughs.

“Well, I don’t know about a bevy, but there are certainly a few girls who call the Lodge “home” at the moment. They have their own rooms and it’s a type of independent living for them.”

“How long do the girls stay?” I ask curiously.

Layla thinks for a moment.

“Most girls do tours of a few years. Maybe from when they’re age eighteen to age twenty-one? But there are some ladies who enjoy the life so much that they ask to stay on longer. Some girls have been known to do tours lasting ten years,” she says.

“Ten years?” I echo, completely aghast. “That means that they’re twenty-eight when they leave!”

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