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It had been several weeks since the Seniors Club had been formed. It was a resounding success for its six members even though no additional 'cells' had yet been formed. There had been several 'meetings' and most of the members were becoming more adventuresome as the weeks swept by. The autumn season was fast approaching and Laura wanted to do something more daring than had occurred so far at the 'meetings'. She had become the defacto leader of this first, and only, cell and she wanted to expand the groups' sexual activities.
As always, she used Gary as her 'consultant' and sounding board. She phoned him for any ideas to spice up the 'clubs' activities. After much discussion on what to do, Gary suggested a light S & M night might be in order. Laura became instantly intrigued by the idea and asked how to go about arranging it and obtaining the 'light S & M services'. He told her to leave the arrangements to him; he would look into it and get back to her with what he discovered. Laura thanked him and hung up.
Gary had heard stories about local BDSM groups in the city, but had never actually visited any of the purported groups. His actual experience with S & M had been with Monique Caldwell, three years ago. Although they each had submitted to one another, it was a private excursion into the world of Domination just between Monique and himself. They had never considered visiting a Professional Dominant nor had they ever repeated their S & M experiences. He remembered that Monique had once mentioned a night club that she had heard was devoted to the so-called 'Dark Arts'. *(see note at the end)
Making several discreet inquiries, Gary learned that a certain Adult bookstore in town sold a lot of BDSM equipment and he decided to check it out. He entered the store and began to look around at items that were offered for sale. When the manager was free of other customers he approached Gary and asked if he could be of help. Gary told him that he was looking for a BDSM group in town so he could find someone knowledgeable with the life style. After a long conversation with the manager, who checked him out with a multitude of questions, Gary was finally given an address of where to begin his search. It was the address of a very upscale and posh restaurant and nightclub called 'The Dungeon'.
Gary drove to the nightclub and went inside. Sitting at the bar, Gary ordered a beer then began a long conversation with a very good looking bar tender named Sophie. After chatting with Sophie about several things Gary asked about how the club got its name, 'The Dungeon'. She was hesitant to disclose the source of the name, fearful that Gary may be plant from the police, or worse; a religious advocate do-gooder type. Sophie pressed a button under the bar which called for the owner, David Gordon, to come to the bar. He introduced himself as the owner and Gary asked if they could talk privately. David led the way to his office with Gary in tow.
"Mr. Gordon," Gary began, "I have an unusual request, but I don't mean to offend you." David listened cautiously as Gary told him the he represented a several seniors. He asked David if he could help him find a professional Dominant that might be of help in an S & M experience for the seniors he represented. David told him that he had received similar questions from others, but he didn't know for sure if there was anyone who could help him. He admitted to having been given the business card of a woman that supposedly was involved with that 'sort of thing' and would look to see if he still had the card.
He stressed that anything that followed from this inquiry would be fully Gary's responsibility. David feigned searching through his desk for a few minutes to find the card, and finally told Gary to he had found it. He wrote a number of a piece of scrap paper and told Gary to call it and ask to speak to a woman named Calista. David also told him that he would deny having given him the number to anyone other than the woman he had just named. He was very explicit in telling Gary that he was on his own regarding the woman and any relationship she might have with any form of alternative lifestyle. Gary nodded, thanked him, pocketed the scrap of paper and left the nightclub.
Arriving home he decided to call the number. After several rings a young woman answered the phone and asked why he had called. Gary explained that he had been the phone number by someone, named David Gordon, who told him to ask for a woman, named Calista, to retain her services. The young woman asked Gary for his full name and telephone number. Gary complied and the woman said she would see to it that someone would call him by tomorrow. She hung up and Gary was left wondering if anything would come of his request.
