Black-Spade Club
I closed the door of my Honda Fit SUV and locked it. My wife was at the other side. She looked so beautiful in her NBD dress. I was in my simple Tommy Hilfiger shirt and jeans. We looked at each other knowingly. I approached her and held her hand. We both looked up and saw the board at the entrance of this beautiful building. There was a big black-spade logo and the word "Club" beside it. We walked hand in hand to the front door slowly. I carried a small bag with my free hand. The front door swung and a white couple emerged. They held hands happily and walked past us. I opened the door and we were greeted by a nicely dressed receptionist. She was a beautiful white lady in her 30s.
"Hello, good evening! May I have your membership card, please?"
I passed her my membership card. It was dark and shiny with logo of the club and my alias printed on it. She scanned my card.
"Mr. Mark and Ms. Ashley, so this is your first visit, I suppose?"
We nodded.
"Great! Could you help to fill up this form please?" she pointed to an iPad on the counter. We both saw a list of questions with a ticking box saying, "We are first timer!" My alias was printed at the head of the list. I scrolled the list down and saw a few photos of gentlemen with their brief biographies and vital statistics. Further down, there were questions about guest preferences.
"If you are not sure about the selections, I would suggest that you just tick the box for first timer!" she advised.
We did as instructed and she did some processing.
"Mr. Mark, your locker is no. 8 and your appointment will be at 8.30 pm!" she said while giving my card back. "Have a good time!" she smiled.
"Thanks so much! We will." I replied her while taking a quick glance at the clock behind her. It was 8 pm and our appointment would start in 30 minutes We went to the changing room. It was not very big, but it was luxurious. There were about 100 lockers and each was about the size of a wardrobe. I looked for locker no. 8 and scanned my card.
"Lucky number!" Ashley said, rubbing her palm over my left shoulder. I smiled and kissed her gently on the lips.
Inside, there were two sets of purple bath robes, slippers and some clothes hangers. I looked at her and untied the strap of the dress behind her neck. I pulled down her dress and hung it inside the locker. She was only in her red g-string now. Her pink nipples were erect. She was clearly excited. She got her red Victoria Secret bra from our bag and wore it. I took off my white shirt and dark-blue jeans. I hung the shirt and neatly folded the jeans. She passed me one set of bath robe and soon, we were ready to explore this club. Only one other couple was in the locker area. They seemed to be Hispanic and in their mid 30s.
We went to the lounge and took a seat in a purple sofa.
"Any beer or cocktail?" a tall black guy asked us.
"Long Island Iced Tea, please!" I replied.
"Make it two!" my wife added.
We were hand in hand. It was now 8.10 pm. I couldn't believe that we were finally here. This was Chicago. Three months ago, we just arrived in this city from Singapore. We were both Chinese by race. I came from Jakarta, while she was from Harbin in Northern China. She bore striking resemblance to the actress Li Bingbing. With her long black hair, soft porcelain white skin, 1.7-m height, slender figure and B-cup boobs, she was a stunning beauty who turned every head on the street. I myself was 1.8 m tall and fit with decent muscles at the right places. We were in our early 30s and careers had never been so good. We just got new jobs with decent salaries. We were the types of people with ambitions, those who only wanted the best things in life. We met in university in Singapore and clicked instantly. Our respective cultures groomed us to be conservative, but we both were simply naughty by nature. Although we didn't sleep around, people could tell that we were different if they paid close attention to our bookshelves. Norwegian Wood by Haruki Murakami, Shanghai Baby by Wei Hui, Jakarta Undercover by Moammar Emka, Invisible Trade by Gerrie Lim, Something Forbidden by Kenny Wright and other erotic books were stacked neatly on them. We lost virginity to each other and openly shared each other's fantasies. After a few years working in Singapore, we realized that Asia was too restrictive for us. An opportunity presented itself just months ago. I was offered a job as an assistant professor in a local university and I immediately took it. My wife, meanwhile, would be housewife first and look for job slowly as we gradually settled down in this beautiful city.
We searched in Google about the adult entertainment in this city and this was how we got to know about this club. It was not easy to get membership though. They required two full health checks with at least one-month gap in between. We needed to attend an interview in which they asked us private questions and even had a handsome guy openly touch my wife's hands and shoulders just to see how I would react. Two months later, they informed us by e-mail that our membership had been approved. We were to make an initial payment of US$1200 and subsequently, US$800 monthly fee would directly be charged to my credit card. We were requested as well to submit aliases. They would use them to address us in the club. After some contemplation, we submitted the aliases "Mark Chan" for me and "Ashley Chan" for her. One week later, we finally received a mail from the club with our membership card and a welcome letter.
"Two Long Island Iced Tea!" the bartender put the glasses carefully on the coffee table in front of us. "Enjoy!"
"Thank you!" I said to him. I looked at my iPhone. It was 8.20 am now. I suddenly felt nervous and I could feel my wife's hand trembling. It was the longest 10 minutes in my life. I was not sure if I hoped that it would be slower or faster.
"Mr. Mark and Ms. Ashley, kindly proceed to room no. 18," there was an announcement. We finished our cocktails and got up. The receptionist lady approached us and guided us to a long corridor. We finally arrived in front of a room with the number 18 written on its door.
"Here is your room! Scan your card to open it!" she said.
I did as instructed and I opened the door after a beep sound.
"Thanks so much!" my wife said.
"My pleasure! Have a good time!" she winked to us knowingly and walked back to the reception area.
We entered the room and were amazed at how big and luxurious it was . It was like a 5-star boutique hotel. A king size mattress was at the centre. In front of it, there was a three-seater couch with a small wooden coffee table in front of it. Mirrors were on the walls and ceiling. There was no TV and there was a small fridge at the corner. Bathroom was beside the door.
A few moments later, a bell rang. I approached the door and opened it. There stood two tall muscular guys in their purple bath robes. Both of them seemed to be in their mid 30s. One was a black guy while the other one was a white guy. Each carried a small pouch.
