“It has a members lot?” she asked, shocked.
Gregory nodded. “Secrecy and convenience. Can't have members struggling to find parking spots, now can we?”
“I bet you have your own parking spot with your name over it or a number.”
“Some do, not me.”
Felicity rolled her eyes. “I was just joking.”
“I know. How about I walk you to your car. I am a gentleman, after all.”
“Thank you, I'd like that.”
As the two headed toward her car, she decided to address her earlier concern.
“Can I ask you a question?”
Gregory looked at her, one eyebrow arched. “What?”
“What do you gain from the mayor losing his re-election?”
“I want that corrupt, greedy bastard, Goldberg out of office. He'll cost me more money a month than five of your memberships per business if he gets re-elected. Mitchell Grayson is the candidate that we want in office, but he's losing steam. My friends and I are wealthy, but our pockets aren't nearly as deep as those who are backing the mayor. If we want a chance to get Mitchell into office, we need something big that can alter the course of this election. I'm willing to play dirty to get someone clean in that position. Mitchell will be a great mayor and he actually wants to make changes that will benefit the city and its citizens.”
“So this is all for the greater good?”
Gregory nodded. “I know it may not seem that way, but it is.”
“Don't worry. I'll get that story,” Felicity promised, ever confident that she would.
“Good, because there's a lot riding on this.”
“Oh, this is my car. Thank you.”
They stopped in front of a gray late-model Hyundai Elantra.
“Umm, do you need to come with me next time.”
“No. After tonight, I'm getting you that membership we discussed. You'll be able to come back whenever you want. But please keep in mind what I said. Keep your prejudices at the door. My reputation rides on that, too.”
She thought about what he was risking by vouching for her and she nodded. “I'll keep my mind open and my mouth shut.”
“That's all I can ask. All right, Ms. Summers, until we meet again.” Gregory leaned down and kissed her cheek very tenderly. It was rather audacious, but Felicity allowed it.
“Bye, Gregory.” She opened her car and climbed inside.
“Bye, Ms. Summers.” He closed her door and stood there until she drove off.
As promised, she called her friend, Allison, to let her know how the night went.
“Okay, so you know I want all of the juicy gossip,” Allison said after their usual greeting.
“Allie, I have no idea what the hell I saw tonight.”
“Real perverted?”
“It was so weird. I can tell you they aren't shy in that place. I was afraid to sit down anywhere. I saw enough orgasms, spankings and dildos being shoved up asses to last a lifetime.”
“Better you than me,” Allison said with a laugh.
“Thanks,” was Felicity sarcastic comeback.
“So, did you see the mayor?”
“No. I'm guessing he has a private room he goes to when he's there. Which means my trip down the rabbit hole is going to have to get an extension. I have to find out how I'm going to get into the depths of that club.”
“Is it really worth it?”
“Yes. I know if I can land this story, I'll get out of the rut I’m in.”
“The rut, hun? Thanks a lot.”
“Oh shut up, you know what I mean. I'm far too ambitious to just continue to do what I've been doing for the past three years,” Felicity said, her tone softening as to not insult her friend anymore than she'd already had. “I had that job as an intern. Do you know how depressing that it?”
“Hey, I get you. My goals aren't in the field like you, but in front of a camera.”
“We can do this together, you know--”
“I'm not going into that club.”
“I'm not saying you go into the club, but you can help me out.”
“How can I help you out?”
“We can write the story together.”
“You'd share your story with me?” Allison asked, feeling a bit choked up, knowing how important this was to Felicity.
“You're my best friend. I wouldn't even feel right leaving you behind if I land the reporter position. I say we write it together. Get both of our names in the paper,” Felicity said.
“Ohhhh, you're my ride or die bitch. I love you,” Allison said.
Felicity snorted a giggle. “You're hilarious. I love you, too. So, are we together on this?”
“I'm here for you anyway you need or want me. I've got your back,” Allison said.
“Awesome!”
“Speaking of the club, how are you going to get back in? Is Gregory taking you again?”
“No. He's arranging for me to have a membership and before you get started, he doesn't want anything from me but the story.”
“Let's hope he keeps his word.”
“I'm going to have to cash in on you right now,” Felicity said.
“Ah shit, whatchu want?”
“Why do you have to say it like that? What happened to me being your 'ride or die bitch'?” Felicity taunted.
“That was before you decided to take me up on my offer.” Allison laughed.
“Whatever!” Felicity laughed in return.
“Naw, it's cool. What do you need?” Allison asked.
“You have that friend with all that spy crap, right?”
“Ugh! John is my dreaded ex, not my friend and he's a crazy-ass CIA agent. I seriously doubt he'll even talk to me, let alone give us spy equipment he'll be responsible for,” Allison said.
“Well, can you try? I'd be so grateful,” Felicity said.“I'd at least need some listening devices and small cameras or camcorders.”
“You better hope your ass don't get caught.”
“I won't as long as I don't have to fend for myself the entire time. Can you at least ask him?”
Allison sighed. “Ugh, fine. I'll call that bastard up. But now you owe me big time.”
“Fair enough.” Felicity said, voice perking up. “Listen, I'm about to hit the expressway. I'll see you tomorrow?”
“Yeah, be safe.”
~*~
Alistair looked up from his computer screen to see who was calling him. “G.M.” He gave only his most loyal customers his personal cell phone number. Curious as to why Gregory Manner was calling, he answered.
“G.M., what can I do for you?” Alistair greeted, his crisp British accent accentuating each word giving them a certain elegance.
“Can I just say I love that you respect my privacy so much, even going so far as to use only my initials.”
“Of course.”
“I have a favor to ask.”
“I'm listening.”
“A very good friend of mine joined me today at the club. She's new to the Scene, but very intrigued. I wanted to get her a membership on my voucher... temporary of course, until she gets her own. I just want her to be able to have access to the club without needing my company.”
“Ah, I don't know about that, G.M.. I have a responsibility to my members to protect the sanctity of the club and the identity of my patrons.”
“And she will not violate that,” Gregory lied. He just hoped none of it blew back on him. “She's curious and I think she just wants to explore her options. I wouldn't ask if I didn't think I could trust her. You know me, Alistair. You know how serious I take the rules of the club.”
“I do. In all honesty, that's the only reason I'm going to entertain your request,” Alistair said. “I'll grant her a two week pass, but that is all. If she doesn't sign up on her own for full membership after that expires, she will no longer be able to enter.”
“That's all well and fair, thank you.”
“Also, please let her know that this is only a spectator's pass. Until she
signs up and meets the club requirements, I can not allow her to engage with the other members sexually.”
“I'll inform her of all the rules.”
“Good. Now, what is her name?”
“Felicity Davenport,” Gregory lied. He was just full of them tonight. He hated betraying his friend, but if they were going to go all the way with this story, he needed Felicity's identity to be a secret, too, just in case. He gave Alistair all of the pertinent information. Since she was gaining a temporary membership on his voucher, he didn't need anything more than her name, phone number, age and preference. The last thing, he wasn't sure of.
“You don't know if she's a dominant or submissive?”
“I know she's curious. That's it,” Gregory said. “I'm guessing the more acquainted with the club she gets, she'll find her own way.”
“Some people have to start somewhere, don't they?” Alistair chuckled.
“Some people know exactly where they stand.”
“Indeed.” Alistair said with a smile. “All right, I have her set up on your account. You are solely responsible for her, now.”
“I understand and thank you, friend.”
“You're welcome. I'll leave this package for her with the host. All she'll need to do the next time she comes in is ask for it by her initials, 'F.D'.”
“Wonderful. Again, thank you.”
“My pleasure.”
The two men ended the call and Alistair went back to balancing the books. The club, as always was making a profit, so much so, he was ready to install new furniture in the main dungeon room. One can never have to many spanking tables, now could they? He smiled to himself at his mental joke, then went back to crunching the numbers. It was the least sexiest thing he had to do that entire week, but it needed to be done.
Chapter Three
Felicity was awakened by her cellphone's alarm clock. The annoying little buzzer continued until she swiped her thumb over the touch screen finally silencing the little jerk for the next twenty-four hours. Regretfully, she climbed out of bed and shuffled to the bathroom. After taking care of her necessities, she hopped into the shower. As the water ran over her skin, she couldn't help but flash back to the images she saw the night before. Such wanton delight enjoyed by everyone there. Everyone except her... and Gregory. She'd never be able to get why that world was so appealing to so many. Her mind focused on the man being whipped by his master. The red marks showing up on his flesh only seemed to heighten his pleasure. She removed the adjustable shower nozzle from the wall, making sure not to tangle herself in the cord. She directed the water spray over her shoulders and back, rinsing away the soapy suds.
The water felt so good, it's individual streams massaging the pores of her skin. Felicity let her mind wander back to the club, fantasizing about what it would feel like to be tied to that big cross-shaped object in the middle of the room. Everyone's eyes on her as her body was spanked and teased until she was driven into a sexual frenzy. Felicity closed her eyes as she lowered herself inside the tub. Positioning the shower head between her legs, she directed the spray upward. Immediately, she moaned as the water caressed her delicate flesh. She angled it just right until the water jetted across her clit. Her body jerked as tingles ran through her limbs. Again, more and more images from what she saw the night before played in her mind, adding to her arousal: The sticky remains of the sub's orgasm on his mistress' hand as she stroked him. The throbbing erection the male sub still had after his spanking. The dildo being pushed into the other sub as he crawled around on all fours. It was all too sexual to Felicity, so enticing in it's seduction.
Felicity's thighs tightened with the need to lock the shower head in place, but she force them to stay open as she felt her own orgasm cresting. She pressed her hand against the tiled wall to keep herself balanced as the water coaxed the wave of pleasure to the surface. Finally, she threw her head back, body twitching and jerking as she came, moaning and gasping. Seconds passed as she enjoyed the tremors of her post-orgasm ecstasy. She ran a hand over her sensitive flesh, quaking once more from the pressure as she bit her bottom lip.
A second later, her eyes shot open and she snatched her hand away. “God Felicity, what are you doing?” she asked herself suddenly, having realized her fantasies about the club made her cum harder than she'd had in several months. Hastily but carefully, she rose, putting the shower head back in place and continued bathing as if one of the most intense orgasms she'd ever had, never happened. She turned off the water, climbed out of the shower and walked out of the bathroom, avoiding the mirror all together. For some reason, she couldn't bring herself to look at her reflection after what she'd done. Felicity got dressed in a pair of black dress slacks, gray button-up blouse and a pair of black ankle boots. She grabbed her purse and cell before leaving and while in the car, she checked to see if she had any messages; voice or text.
There were two text messages. One from Allison and when she read it, the message simply stated: “I hate you, but he said he'd give you the equipment. But still, I hate you.” Felicity chuckled at her friend's false proclamation and continued on to the next text message. That message was from Gregory. It simply asked her to call him. So she did.
“Good morning, Felicity,” was Gregory's cheerful greeting.
“Good morning to you, too.”
“I have some great news,” Gregory said, then he went on to tell her about the arrangements he made with Alistair.
“Oh, that's wonderful. So my name's going to be Felicity Davenport?”
“Yes. I thought it best that you maintain some of your actual identity. It can get very intense in there, and you need something that will keep you grounded.”
“I was grounded last night.”
“You had but a taste last night. You haven't even begun to scratch the surface. I just don't want you forgetting who you're supposed to be in there and having that fall back on me,” Gregory said honestly.
“If you say so, I'm not going to argue. I'm actually surprised I'm getting a membership since he doesn't know me.”
“He's very cautious about his club, but I'm vouching for you. That's why it's so important that you handle this story with an obscene amount of discretion.”
“Don't worry, I will. I just think it's good you gave me a fake last name so when I print my story... well, you get the point. So do I meet you to get my membership?” Felicity asked.
“No. It will be waiting for you with the host. Simply ask for the package for 'F.D.' that's all.”
“Oooooh, so mysterious,” she teased.
“It's all about confidentiality. Please remember that. No one else should be involved in your story except the mayor. Don't even put the name of the club in there. Promise me that.”
“I promise. I'm not trying to bust the club up. I don't want to ruin peoples lives, just the mayor's chance at re-election. So trust me when I say no one else's name will be in my story, and certainly not yours,” Felicity assured.
“That's good enough for me. All right, I have to go.”
“Will I see you at the club tonight.”
Gregory laughed. “I think not. I may well in fact avoid the club on the nights I know you're going to be there. So give me a heads up, will you?”
“Hey! I wasn't that bad last night.”
“If you say so. Have a good day, Ms. Davenport and an even better night.”
“You too, Gregory,” was the best response she could give the ever flirtatious gent.
Her morning commute was the usual fare and riding the elevator up to her cubical was uneventful... well if you didn't count the mysterious gas-passer. Once the doors opened, Felicity was more than happy to take in a breath of fresh air.
“Ugh, that has to be one of the worst elevator rides I've had this week... this month,” Felicity said once she was at her desk, removing her coat.
“Wha haffen'd?” Allison asked, her words muffled by the garlic and cream cheese bagel she was eating.
Felicity turned to
her and chuckled. “You know you're not supposed to talk with your mouth full.”
Allison flashed her the middle finger, then gestured for her to spill the beans.
“Nothing big, just someone let it loose on the elevator and it was one of those silent and deadly ones. I could have done without smelling that this morning,” Felicity said as she settled in at her desk.
“Oh, that's all.” Allison had swallowed her bite and was going for another.
“Yeah... so about the equipment. Do you have it with you?”
“No Harriet... or is it Veronica?”
Felicity frown, confused. “What? Who?”
Allison sighed. “Harriet the Spy...Veronica Mars...any of that connecting?”
“I've never watched those shows.”
“Lame,” Allison remarked.
“Nerd,” Felicity countered.
“Anyway, he's going to bring it by my place tonight, which ugh, I don't want to be bothered with,” Allison said with a frown.
“I know. I got that much from your hateful text message.”
“Yeah, and I meant every word,” Allison joked.
“Sure you did. All right then, I'll just come to your place later before I hit the club.”
“You're really going through with this? How do you know he'll even be there or you'll ever see him?”
“I think I'm going to have to immerse myself in the scene. You know, go often enough, maybe he'll see me and take interest.”
“Ooooh, ain't you vain. Thinking this man is just going to see your vanilla ass standing looking goofy and lost and think 'that's the one for me'.”
“Bitch, shut up.”
“Oh, look at you. You sound so cute when you try to be tough. Now, don't you get testy cause I made fun of your crazy-ass plan,” Allison said, complete with hand motions and jingling bracelets.
“Well, do you have a better idea?”
“Drop it and find another story to tell to get you to the top. One that doesn't involve all this shit.”
“No can do. I'm already committed. I've got to see this through... at least until I know I'm barking up the wrong tree.”
Allison huffed. “You know I have your back. I'm just worried for you.”
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