Michael nodded. Beth had told him everything already, so he was prepared. “Got it.”

“Okay then, you can head out and meet up with your wife,” Tom told him.

Michael chuckled. “I’m sure she passed with flying colors.”

“Oh, I’m sure she did, too,” he said, closing the door after them. “You guys came with the second-highest personal recommendation possible, which means we went very easy on you.”

“Good to know.” Michael spotted his wife by the doors. He walked up to her and said, “Shall we go?”

“We shall.”

* * *

“What were your questions?” Piper asked as they entered the elaborately decorated warehouse. The light from the chandeliers was set low, just like the lighting on the way in. Lamps on various tables clustered around sitting areas gave the place a nice living room feel.

It all worked well.

Michael wrapped his arm around her waist and answered, “Where I work, is this my first time, and how likely I am to blab about coming here.”

She looked up at him and started to giggle. “Mine were am I into group sex, how many times can I come in a night, and what gets me going. I’m pretty sure my answers were solely to titillate Heather. I think she’s into women.” They made their way through the room, nodding at folks who acknowledged them. Everyone was dressed up, so Piper was happy with her dress choice. Piper spotted Gillian and Brad at the far end of the warehouse at the bar. “There’s Gillian and Brad. Let’s go sit with them.”

They made their way over, and Gillian handed Piper a glass of red wine. “Bottom’s up, dude.”

Piper took the wine gratefully. “Thanks,” she said as she sat on a barstool to Gillian’s right, facing the room. Michael came to stand on her other side. The location of the bar was a great vantage point for people watching. “Looks like things are just getting started. They spared no expense on this place. Look at that rug! It’s way nicer than any I’ve seen in five-star hotels.” A huge plush red and gold diamond-print rug covered most of the floor.

“Yeah, it’s nice. It might even be something I could get used to,” Gillian commented. “Do you see that door over there? The one those six people just came out of? I’m pretty sure that’s the members-only entrance.”

Before Piper could comment, a voice sounded behind her. “Can I get you something to drink, sir?” She turned to see a ridiculously handsome twentysomething standing behind the bar, addressing Michael.

The guy was naked as far as she could see, which was down to just beneath his navel. The hair showing kind of gave his nakedness away.

“I’ll take whatever dark beer you have,” Michael said, setting his arm along the bar top behind Piper’s shoulders.

“Coming right up.” The bartender walked down to a cooler. Piper saw the top of his ass and giggled. “He’s totally naked,” Piper whispered to Gillian. “Holy shit.”

“I know,” Gillian said. “We were chatting with him earlier, and apparently they can partake in the activity if they want to, which makes things a little hotter, just sayin’.”

“Um, yeah,” Piper said as her nipples hardened under her dress. “That qualifies as hotter.”

“So you’re telling me, it’s just sex any way you want it, whenever you want it?” Brad asked.

“That’s right, baby,” Gillian answered. “No rules, just sex.”

Brad leaned back against the bar on Gillian’s other side and took a drink of his beer. He said nothing, but his eyes were scouring the room.

A light chime sounded, followed by a very low, very melodic voice announcing, “The doors will close in twenty minutes.”

“Jeez, it kind of feels like we’re in a sci-fi movie and the ship is getting ready to lift off,” Piper said. “This is so surreal.” She watched as more people filtered through the door in the center. Then Piper recognized a familiar face. “Hey”—she elbowed Michael in the side—“there’s Beth.”

“I see her. She’ll be surprised to see us here.”

Before they could wave her down, she saw them. A bright smile lit her face as she hurried over. “I didn’t expect to see you guys here!” she said. She had on a beautiful dress in a deep blue. It was skimpy, but classy. It accentuated her breasts perfectly, which Piper supposed was the point.

Michael chuckled. “My wife beat me at my own game. This was her doing, not mine.”

Beth glanced appreciatively at Piper, giving her a coy smile. “Glad to hear it. I hope you’re enjoying yourselves.”

“We just arrived about ten minutes ago,” Piper said. “But so far so good.”

“Once the doors lock, people relax by a great degree,” Beth said, “and the vibe changes almost immediately. The lights get even lower, and the alcohol flows. It’s a very good time.”

“What about the other rooms?” Gillian asked, bending around Piper. “How do you get in?”

Beth turned toward Gillian. “This is Gillian and Brad Harrison,” Piper said. “Our friends. They’re the ones with the connections.”

Beth held out her hand to Gillian. “I’ve heard about you. You’re kind of a legend in these parts. Though, from what I’ve heard, this kind of thing is a little tame for you.”

Gillian cocked an eyebrow. “My rep precedes me, huh? Yes, this is a little on the tame side, but everyone can use a little chill in their lives from time to time. That’s my new motto, and I’m sticking to it.”

Brad coughed as he lowered his beer. “Come again?”

Gillian laughed, tipping her head back. “You heard me, big man. It’s time for some chill in my life, and I’m actually kind of looking forward to it.”

“I like that,” he said as he leaned over and covered her mouth in an aggressive kiss.

Beth put a hand over her chest and sighed. “I can already tell this is going to be a great night. As for the rooms,” Beth said, glancing at Piper, “you’re in luck. I can introduce you to several folks who are holding private parties tonight. You have to reserve the rooms in advance, and it’s a lottery system. I know one in particular you’d like”—she nodded toward Gillian, who was licking her lips after the heated kiss—“and a couple you guys might like”—she nodded at Piper. “Though, if you want to be together, that’s fine, too.”

“No, that’s okay.” Piper shook her head. “Apart is good. Gillian and Brad are our support team tonight, but I think we both want to keep our interests separate.”

Gillian said, “Apart works for us.”

“Great,” Beth said. “I see the Bensons over there. Come on, and I’ll introduce you.”

Before Beth could lead Gillian and Brad away, one of the bartenders stepped out from behind the bar right in front of them and approached a beautiful buxom blonde who was standing in the middle of the action.

They were obviously familiar with each other.

She beamed at him as he pressed his lips against her neck, his hand disappearing under the hem of her dress. It rode up as he slid his fingers up her thigh.

The blonde wasn’t wearing any panties.

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Michael couldn’t look away from the scene unfolding in front of them. It seemed they were about to witness a couple having sex in a room filled with people.

Beth had stopped in her tracks, as mesmerized as they were. She turned, telling the group, “The night usually begins with something like this. Tonight you guys are lucky enough to have front-row seats. After this, things will get heavy pretty quickly.”

Michael felt a hand on his thigh.

He grinned at his wife, who slowly slid it toward his crotch. The naked bartender was in the process of slowly unzipping the blonde’s skirt from behind. A second later it dropped to the ground without a sound.

Piper let out a small sigh and rested her head against his shoulder. “I can’t believe they’re going to do it right here,” she whispered, her hand finding his rock-hard dick. “It’s so hot.”