"That's not what I heard!" I objected. "I heard from a reliable source that last night you two boys couldn't even get it up while watching the girls get it on!" We all laughed. When the laughter subsided, I turned to Chris. "Do you want me to send this to you, like I said I would?" He nodded.
"Yeah, you can add it to your spank bank!" teased Alexis. "But you won't be able to jerk off to it because you already got too much pussy!"
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That night, while studying in the common room, our phones all pinged at the same time. Lance had messaged the group chat. He had added Desiré to it. It said, "Congrats! Desiré recommends all of you for membership. I will pick you up tonight at 8:00. Wear your finest - both overwear and underwear."
We looked at each other. "I don't know if I'm more excited or nervous," pondered Alexis.
"I'm so curious to find out what this club is all about," said Chris.
"We all know what it is about," I chided. "Lance, Yasmín, and Desiré all being members and wanting us to join them makes it pretty obvious what it is all about. It's a sex club! It is about hard cocks and wet pussies."
"Of course, but it is one thing to know that abstractly; it is entirely different to know that from personal experience," said Chris. "I get that it is some kind of sex club, but I'm also nervous about what it will actually be like to be inside it."
"Oh, you'll be inside it alright," joked Ty.
"I guess we'll find out soon," ruminated Alexis.
The boys went back to their rooms and Alexis and I returned to our room. We got cleaned up, made up, and dressed up. Then we met the boys out front and got picked up. The lads looked quite handsome in their suits. Once we were all in Lance's car, I asked, "Where are Yasmín and Desiré?"
Lance answered, "Oh, they are not coming tonight. In fact, I won't be joining you either. I'm just taking you to the club. I'll wait in the club's bar until you are done. Then, I'll bring you home. You will only interact with the Membership Committee tonight. They will interview you separately. When they are done, they will release you back to me."
"Oh. I see. I was hoping that you would be there for support," lamented Alexis.
"You'll be fine. I am certain that I have prepared you well," said Lance with confidence.
"How long will it take?" asked Ty.
"Oh, about an hour or two. Maybe a bit shorter for the boys and longer for the girls." Lance's answer struck us all as cryptic, though his smile revealed a hint about what he meant.
"Well, can you give us any advice?" asked Chris.
"Answer their questions honestly and act authentically. Be open to enjoying yourselves." he replied simply. "We're here," he said suddenly.
It was a large, nondescript three-story building in the warehouse district, not too far from Lance's loft. It took up an entire block. The whole structure was painted matte black. There was a large steel double-door in front, with a bright red X painted on each door. Other than that, there was no indication of anything - no marquee, no windows on the ground floor, no sign of life. We all got out and walked up to the door, which didn't have any handles. There was a small red button and an intercom. Lance pushed the button and it buzzed.
"Yes?" asked a voice.
"Yes, please," answered Lance. There was a different buzz and the door opened. There stood a large man who looked like a professional lineman on the city's football team. He was obviously a bouncer. He recognized Lance and nodded. He welcomed him, and stepped to the side. Lance entered and we followed him into the foyer.
Behind the security guard was a beautifully curvaceous middle-aged woman in a form-fitting red dress. With her strawberry blond hair cascading over her shoulders, and deep cleavage, she looked a bit like Jessica Rabbit. "Hello, handsome," she cooed and gave Lance her hand. He took it and kissed it. "These must be the applicants you are recommending?"
"Hello, gorgeous. I'd like you to meet the candidates: Layla, Chris, Alexis, and Ty. And this, my friends, is Vixen."
"My stage name," she explained. She must have noticed my surprised look when her name was mentioned. "Lance does enjoy my performances. Well, you certainly are a good-looking bunch! Such fresh faces! I'm sure the Membership Committee will find you to be attractive candidates. I'll bring you straight to them. Follow me." She started walking down a hallway. "Lance, honey," she called over her shoulder. "I'll join you in the bar while they are otherwise occupied."
We waved goodbye to Lance. He smiled and nodded. We followed Vixen until she stopped in front of a door at the end of the hallway. A small sign in red letters said "Boardroom". She rapped her knuckles three times on the door. It opened. "The candidates, sir."
"Good girl, Vixen. Thank you for bringing them to us," intoned a distinguished older man with graying temples. He was wearing a black suit and a tie. I was immediately grateful that we had dressed up. "You may go now. We'll summon you when we have finished."
"Yes, sir. Thank you, sir." With that, she spun on her heels, smiled at us, and said, "I know you'll enjoy yourselves." Then she walked back down the hallway, with her ass twitching in the tight dress. I noticed the boys watching her strut away.
"Come in. You may sit on that side." He gestured at a large oval table surrounded by high-backed office chairs. On one side sat eight older adults, four men and four women. All were dressed formally, the men in dinner jackets and the women in tight dresses. Like us, they were racially mixed. All appeared to be over forty, and most were probably in their mid-fifties. We weren't quite as formal, but I thought we did a pretty good job for college students. I felt very self-conscious of the age differences. We sat down in silence, and then the man who greeted us at the door introduced the committee members.
"Welcome. My name is Phil Tucker, and I currently serve as the Chairman of Club X. As Chairman, it is my duty to explain to you the history and nature of this club. Then Sylvia, our Vice-Chair, is going to explain the rules about our vices." He winked. "We will answer questions at that point. Then, a pair of committee members will take you separately to different rooms to interview and audition you. When you finish, your interviewers will summon Vixen to take you to the club's bar where Lance will be waiting for you. Then, the full committee will meet to discuss the results and make our decisions. You will be informed of the decision before you leave. Now, shall we proceed?" We nodded.
The Chairman explained that the club was formed back in the 1970's when it emerged from an informal group of swingers who had met as members of a ritzy golf and tennis club in the city. After taking turns hosting lifestyle parties at their homes, they decided to pool their funds to buy the current building. They renovated it as a club to host their activities. They hired staff to run it and created a formal structure to govern it. While many of the founders had since moved on or passed away, there are still a few of the old guard who occasionally attend special events. He added that they were properly feted and appropriately appreciated when they showed up. The members smiled at that last comment.
Then, Sylvia explained the rules. While there were many details, the gist was that information about the existence of the club, its members and staff, and the activities are all strictly confidential. Anything that transpires at the club between members must be based on consent. Membership dues must be paid, but scholarships are available, if needed, but applicants must find a willing sponsor to cover their dues. Violations of the rules would be reviewed by the membership committee and could be considered grounds for immediate termination of membership, and, potentially, legal action by the club against the transgressor.
When she was finished, the Chairman asked us if we had any questions.
"Um, sir," asked Chris with his hand raised as if he was in class. "I think we're all going to need scholarships. We're all just about to graduate from college and we're still trying to figure out where we're going to live next month and how to get jobs that allow us to afford to stay in this city after we move out of the dorms. Until we get jobs, we probably won't be able to pay dues. So how does that work?"
"First, you must let the Committee decide whether or not you may become members. If you are permitted to join, then I'm sure that all of that can be taken care of to everyone's satisfaction."
"That's great news, sir, about the scholarships. But we'll still need to find jobs and housing."
"I understood what you meant," he said dismissively. "What I said still applies. Now, let's have you sign the non-disclosure agreements and get started on the interviews and auditions." With that, Sylvia handed us each a legal document to sign that basically swore us to secrecy. We signed without reading the entire document closely, trusting that it was legitimate.
We were each assigned to a couple who led us out the door and to different rooms off the main hallway. I'm not sure if they planned it this way, but they seemed to deliberately mix the couples and candidates by race. Ty, who is Black, was assigned a white couple. Alexis, who is Philipina, was assigned a Latino couple. Chris, who is Chinese, was assigned a Black couple. I, who am White, was the only one who was assigned a couple of my own race. I gave a last look to Chris as he ushered into his room by his couple while the Chairman and his wife showed me into another room.
The room consisted of two couches, a bed, and a wooden chair. There was also a short dresser with three drawers. There were large black and white photographs on the walls featuring artistic nudes. It made me think of Camera Man, which made me smile despite my anxiety. The couple sat on one couch and motioned to me to sit opposite them. He was quite tall and well-built. She was on the short side and slightly rounded. Both looked like they were in their fifties. They were both dressed formally and were still quite attractive.
