Chapter One
Savannah
I can't believe I'm actually doing this. My legs are shaking, and my hands are sweating as I stand at the entrance of one of the most luxurious and expensive sex clubs in Los Angeles.
Well, officially, it's a custodial night club situated at the five-star hotel in downtown with the highest entry price per person.
The security guy checks my ID one more time; his gaze travels from my face to the card and back again. I feel nauseous, terrified that he might figure out that it's fake. However, I know it's impossible. The ID card was so professionally forged that even a police officer wouldn't be able to tell.
He gives me my documents back, and I almost can't believe it when he steps away, letting me in. I take a deep breath and try to hide a beaming smile, pretending that I have already been in here.
The truth is, I have never been in a nightclub before, especially a sex club. I imagined hanging swings, champagne fountains, and naked waitresses, but I don't see any of this when I come in. The place looks like a regular bar; no one is even dancing.
This club is legendary. Everyone knows that if you want to get laid, you have to come here. This club's manager provides high-class hookers, both men and women, for people who are too busy looking for a one-night stand in bars.
I heard that some of their hotel rooms are made for BDSM scenes and other kinds of secret fetishes that I can't even imagine. Many people come here to meet influential producers to get a role in one of Hollywood's blockbusters. And, despite the vast 'Harvey scandal', it doesn't stop filmmakers from taking that risk because everything that happens in the club stays in the club. That's the one and only rule.
Cell phones are forbidden, as is any other technology. There are no cameras in the club, even at the entrance, so no one could ever prove that I was here. They say that there are also about five back entrances here, and some celebrities come and go unnoticed.
I came here to learn more about sex, of course. I’ve decided that I don't want to stay unexperienced any longer. Two days ago, I caught my boyfriend, Liam, cheating on me. I saw him and another girl in the men's shower room at our school "The Elite Academy" which is also called the "Dirty Elite Academy" because of all those forbidden things that happen there every day.
I wanted to surprise him after his football practice by coming in and giving him a kiss. Still, Liam surprised me more by receiving a blowjob from one of the team's cheerleaders.
He’s called me like two hundred times since then, apologizing and begging for forgiveness. He said that he cheated on me because I decided to wait until my eighteenth birthday to sleep with him. At the same time, he, obviously, 'needs sex more than anything'.
Well, my birthday is today, and I'm officially an adult now. This asshole couldn't wait for two days to have sex, which makes me think it wasn't his first rodeo.
I could've cried for weeks because of him, but I decided not to. No matter how much I thought I loved Liam, I'm not gonna let him ruin my birthday mood. I wanted this day to be remarkable. I wanted my first time to be unforgettable with candles and all that stuff in a luxury hotel.
I heard about this night club long before my birthday. Everyone in our school talks about stuff like this all the time. A new fashion boutique to visit? A premiere for a movie with top celebrities? Our popular kids will be there on the same day.
I was never interested in those things. First of all, because I'm a computer geek who really loves to study. My dad is one of those people who works on creating artificial intelligence, so I was always more interested in solar energy and spaceships than shopping and partying.
But I'm not that kind of girl anymore. I decided to change my life entirely today. When I go to MIT, I won't have as much free time as I have now in high school. I only have a couple of weeks left before graduation, and I decided not to waste them on studying and boyfriends.
Instead, I want to focus on men. To be precise, I decided to go into this club to find one man who will teach me everything I need to know about sex.
I know this club is full of that kind of man: rich, powerful, passionate. And I need to find only one who can give me the best time of my life.
Of course my parents have no idea that I'm here. I told them I was partying with my girlfriends, and they believed me because I’ve never lied to them before. I feel a little guilty that I’m doing it now, but what can I say? I’ll never have another eighteenth birthday, so I have to make the most of it.
I go to the bar to order some champagne. I brought plenty of cash so I wouldn’t have to use my credit card, so there would be no evidence that I was here. Now I can order something expensive, the kind of thing my mom drinks at her Sunday brunches with her girlfriends but never lets me try.
"That's a gift from the man in the corner," the bartender tells me, and I freeze in surprise for a second.
I have been in this club for maybe five minutes, and I already have a free drink? What a wonderful place!
When I take a look at the corner, I hold my breath.
There’s a young man there. He’s maybe a little over thirty, or maybe older, but I can't say precisely because of the lighting in here. He isn't drinking, just sitting alone and watching the crowd.
And me.He's now looking directly at me, and I swear that my heart stops.
He's wearing a suit but no tie, and the upper button of his shirt is open, exposing his long neck. And those eyes...I bet they are the color of the night, although I can't say for sure. And he's looking at me without breaking his gaze, not even blinking.
I feel my legs start shaking, and I almost can't believe I'm lucky enough to find a perfect man right after I entered the bar.
I swallow, trying to decide whether to go to his table with my glass to thank him for the drink or to wait until he comes to me.