“Ah. This is…I’m sorry, what did you say your name was?” she asked Saffi.
“I’m B.” She extended a hand.
My cock was getting harder by the moment.
“Welcome to the club, B. Is this your first time?”
“Yes. Yes, it is.”
Interesting.
“How’d you find out about our little slice of heaven?” I asked.
Nervousness washed over her face. “Oh, um, a friend told me. Word of mouth, you could say.”
She was lying. I’d been around long enough to smell bullshit.
“Well, if you have a few minutes, I’d like to get you a drink.” Without waiting for an answer, I turned to Red Lipstick. “You wouldn’t mind excusing us for a bit, would you?”
Lipstick smiled brightly at me. She was a beauty, no doubt. But she knew the way things worked at the club, and she’d be the last one to cock block me. “Of course, darling.” She turned to Saffi. “I’ll be right over here, catching up with friends.”
She pointed to a tufted mattress where a woman was being fucked from behind by one guy, and in the mouth by another.
Taking Saffi by the elbow, I led her to a small love seat. “Tell me, B, what can I get you to drink?”
She leaned back into the soft cushions, draping an arm over the back. Was she gaining some confidence? Or maybe she was just a mediocre actress.
“A glass of champagne would be great, thank you.”
When I returned with our drinks, I sat at the other end of the love seat and turned to face her.
“So, a friend told you about this place. That’s interesting,” I said.
Her brow furrowed the tiniest bit. “It is? Why?”
“Well, we don’t get many new people that way. But it’s all good. Don’t worry. I’m sure Miss M is very glad to have you.”
“Yeah, she sat me down and told me the rules.”
“Oh, yes. The goddamn rules. I guess we need a few of those to make a place like this work.”
Holy shit. Was I really hanging out with my legal counsel’s daughter? In a sex club? If Hugh Bartlett ever got wind of this…well, shit. He was one of the top lawyers in San Francisco.
I could only imagine what he could do if he were pissed enough.