“We are,” Piper answered as she opened her door, a smile beginning to form on her lips. When Michael didn’t get out of the car immediately, Piper stuck her head back in and gave him a full smile. “You know, I might just want to meet up with this Beth and see where the night takes us.”
Michael was hard again instantly.
* * *
As they all walked toward the door with the red numeral one painted above it, Piper felt giddy. She’d been so relieved by Michael’s news that he didn’t want to have sex with Beth, and vice versa, she felt like she might fly.
“I can’t believe you had this on your list and knew someone to get us in!” Piper exclaimed, her arm around her husband’s waist. “I find that to be a crazy coincidence.”
“Michael knows about this place?” Gillian turned as Brad opened the door for them to enter. “Dang, that makes so much sense now! When I called my contact and gave her our names, she acted like you guys were already on the list. I just pretended she was fucking with me and carried on, like I usually do when life throws me a curve ball.”
“Michael put us on the list, if you can believe it,” Piper said as they entered a dark, industrial hallway. A big staircase was to the left.
A single guard stood inside against the wall.
He approached them as soon as they came in.
“I’m big, but that guy is huge,” Brad said with a low whistle. “Must be on some steroids.”
The guard’s face was masked in red fabric, and he was naked from the waist up.
“That’s massive man candy right there,” Gillian said, seemingly unfazed by his size. “What do we need to do to get by you, sir?” she asked him.
The masked man made a show of looking them over one by one, his eyes traveling up and down as he went. He took his time. Then he simply nodded and pointed to his right.
They all shuffled in that direction, Piper trying not to giggle too loudly as she passed him. “Well, that was…a little strange,” she said as they got farther down the hallway.
“They must have people with fetishes here,” Gillian commented over her shoulder. “That’s the kind of guy you have standing sentinel at a BDSM party. More than anything, that guy is meant to titillate first and keep out the riffraff second.”
“Welp, I’m happy to say the titillation part worked on me,” Piper said. “But how does he know who the riffraff are from the regular clientele?” They made their way to the single door at the end of the hallway.
Brad pulled it open.
There were no markings on this one, not even another red number one.
“I’m assuming,” Gillian said, “that in this neighborhood, anyone who doesn’t look like they work full time for the man gets verified. That hunk of a man took one look at you guys and let us all in. If Brad and I had come alone, who knows? He probably has a list on his phone and has to take it out from time to time to check.” Gillian stepped aside to let Piper and Michael walk through the door first.
“By the way, I still don’t know where we’re going,” Brad said, bringing up the rear. “But I think I have a pretty good idea.”
“Oh, honey,” Gillian said. “No, you don’t, but I think you’re going to like it anyway.” As she passed, he affectionately grabbed her ass.
“If you’re here, I’ll like it just fine,” Brad growled as he shut the door behind them.
They had entered a large foyer where the décor took on a very different feel. The walls were painted in deep purples and trimmed with gold. There was dark plum carpeting, large potted plants in every corner, palm fronds reaching up to the ceiling, and there was modern art hanging on the walls. It was hard to see any more small details, because the lights in the sconces were set very low. There was just enough illumination to see an archway to the right.
No one else was around, which seemed strange, as a lot of folks should have been coming and going.
“Looks like there’s only one way to go,” Gillian said, taking the lead. “So we take it.”
The group followed her. The archway turned into another long hallway. It was decorated the same, with sconces every ten feet.
“Is that another door at the end?” Michael said.
“Looks like it,” Piper answered. As they got closer, they could see one detail on it.
A red number one.
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Michael took Piper’s hand as they came to a stop in front of the last door. Brad reached up and knocked, then took a step back and slung his arm over Gillian’s shoulders.
Almost immediately, the door opened.
A woman dressed in a normal, almost conservative, black dress said, “Hello, and welcome to the Underground. Won’t you come in?” She stepped back and swung her arm, tugging the door open completely.
They walked into a room decorated in a deep red.
The wall directly in front of them was a large pane of glass, and the scene behind it was almost surreal.
People were mingling everywhere. The room beyond was cavernous, a true warehouse decorated to the nines with gigantic chandeliers hanging from the tall ceiling, and at least two full bars, one at each end.
As they came fully into the anterior room, Michael noticed that multiple bartenders manned the bars, and they were all naked from the waist up, including the women. He couldn’t see their bottom halves.
“Please come this way.” The woman gestured to her left as she shut the door behind them. “The Gatekeepers are waiting for you.”
Michael glanced to where the woman had pointed. Sure enough, on the far side of the room two people sat at a table right by huge glass double doors. As the group walked over, Piper leaned in and said, “This kind of feels like we’re going to prom and our medical forms are our tickets. I mean, seriously, they should at least be sitting behind something grand to match the décor, rather than a simple folding table.”
He chuckled. “Yeah, after that maze, you’d think it would be a little more high tech.”
Gillian and Brad reached the Gatekeepers first.
They walked up to the woman, and true to what Beth had described, she resembled a librarian. She had a perfectly quaffed blonde bob to go along with her light blue cardigan. “Hiya,” Gillian said to her. “Brad and Gillian Harrison.”
They watched as her finger ran down the paper in front of her. After she got to their names, her head came up. “Oh, yes, you’re cleared already. I just need your forms.” Gillian handed them to her. “Go on in.” The woman winked. “Have fun!”
Gillian laughed as she pulled Brad by the arm toward the big glass doors. “We’ll see you inside, dudes.”
Michael tugged Piper toward the guy. He was dressed equally conservatively. He looked like a tech geek, complete with a blue and white pinstriped shirt and black-rimmed glasses. “Michael and Piper Collins,” he told him.
They watched him do the same thing as the woman, his finger running down the paper in front of him. Once he got to their names, he looked up. “First-timers?”
“Yes,” Michael answered.
“We’re going to have to ask each of you a few private questions before we let you in. No need to be nervous, but we need to take precautions to guard against bad press. You understand.”
“Of course,” Piper replied, handing over their clean bills of health.
The man took the papers and nodded to his right. “You go with Heather, and your husband can come with me.” The guy stood and headed to a door to his right that Michael hadn’t even noticed.
Michael followed him, seeing that he had no other choice. He glanced over at Piper before he went through the door, and she nodded at him, giving him a single raised eyebrow and a cocky grin.
Once they were inside the room, the guy turned to Michael. “I’m Tom,” he said, reaching out to shake Michael’s hand. Michael took it. “And this is just routine. The first question is: Where do you work?”
“I’m a lawyer at
Olsen, Ramsey, and Martin.”
“That’s downtown, right?” Michael watched him make a note on the paper he’d brought with him.
“Yes.”
The guy looked up and smiled. “You must know Beth, then?”
“Yes, she’s initially how I found out about this place.”
“Next question. Is this your first time participating in an orgy?”
“Yes,” Michael said, “but I’ve been in the lifestyle for about nine years.”
The guy scratched more notes. “Last question. How likely are you to talk about your experiences here to outsiders?”
Michael inclined his head. “I won’t be sharing anything about this with anyone outside the lifestyle. You have my promise.”
“Are you willing to put that in writing at a later date?”
“Yes,” Michael said.
“Great. We don’t have anyone at the meet and greets sign anything formal, but we try to vet as best we can. If you want to become a member at some point down the road, you have to sign a variety of documents and pay a substantial fee. Our members are used to really nice things.”
“I can see that,” Michael answered. “And, yes, I will agree to sign any documents if we decide to join.”
“You’re cleared for tonight,” Tom said. “The main room is the place to mingle. As the night goes on, there will be sexual acts taking place there, usually on the couches, so don’t be surprised. There are several rooms off the main area, and those are invite-only-type places. If you catch someone’s eye, you can easily be invited. It’s not formal. There is no manhandling the staff”—he cocked his eyebrow—“unless they invite it. There are also checkers working the room. They will be dressed in white shirts and black pants, and they maintain order and make sure everything is consensual. They are forbidden to participate in any extracurricular activities, and each member rotates a night of checking. Because our membership is growing fast, members usually only have to do one night of checking a year. So if you’re approached and asked, ‘Is everything okay?’ just know this is routine, and we encourage you to answer honestly.”
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, glanc
ing 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.
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