When the young couple stepped out of their cab that night, little did they know what was about to unfold; the world of sexual darkness upon which they were about to enter; the unbridled lust which would forever change their relationship.
They'd heard about this 'club' around town, but those who knew would not discuss it above whispers and moans. The internet said that anyone who joined the club would change everything from their beliefs about morality, to their love for each other, to their financial status. Some couples even vanished and were never seen again, allegedly living in the club full time.
The night was dark as Mark and Kim stared up at the monolithic mansion in front of them: marble pillars, stand glass windows, fierce gargoyles. The taxi which brought was now long vanished into the dark woods surrounding the mansion. Warm lights shown through the opaque curtain-covered windows, but all was still and silent.
The couple held hands as they made their way up the marble steps toward the large, wooden doors.
"Babe, are you sure you want to do this?" Mark asked. He'd married Kim four years prior and was concerned because she wasn't normally this adventurous. Her adventures were always safe and in a brochure: guided tours of forgotten ruins, climbing mountains with those who had gone before, couples' brunches. Never anything like this.
Kim nodded. "Yeah... I'm sure. This is a place of legend. All the women in my book club are talking about it and none have ever been able to figure out how to get inside. Babe, actually got an invitation for tonight only and we can't turn down the chance to see! They'd never forgive me."
They stopped at the heavy double-doors and knocked the heavy, brass door knocker against the striking plate. The sound resonated in the wood and seemed to vibrate not only the house but the very air around them. A few moments passed, then the doors slowly creaked open and allowed a beam of the warmest candlelight to shoot past them and down the steps into the darkness. There stood a man, over six feet tall, who looked like a sculpture of solid muscle. He was perfectly nude. On each arm stood a woman, both equally nude and unashamed.
"Welcome friends," the man said, "I am Alexander and welcome to Chasm." He gestured with a nod to the woman on his right arm. She was a small blonde who had the tone and physique. "This is my wife, Ceto." Then Alexander nodded to the woman on his left arm, a curvaceous woman with long dark hair. "This is my Mistress, Ladonya."
Mark eventually got his eyes off of Ladonya and Ceto long enough to look over at Kim. She was staring at Alexander.
