“It’s exactly what it sounds like, silly! The patch is made of cloth on one side, and the other side is coated in a very gentle adhesive so that it sticks to you. The adhesive is so gentle, in fact, that when you pull it off, you can’t even feel it. So, it’s perfect for lots of fun.”
I stare at the vee between her thighs again.
“Yeah, but is it waterproof?”
Lark giggles and shimmies her hips again.
“I don’t know, but that’s what we’re going to find out.”
I shake my head, impressed by her sassiness.
“But where in the world did you even find this get-up?” I ask. “I mean, seriously.”
That’s when my friend leans forward conspiratorially and winks.
“It’s all from my brain,” she whispers while tapping on her temple with a finger. “I designed it myself because there’s a need for something like this in the market. Plus, if it’s works in the water, then I’m going to apply for a patent before selling it on Amazon. You’re looking at the next unicorn, girlfriend. I’m going to make billions of dollars from my invention, you’ll see.”
I giggle then because I’d love for Lark to get rich selling her clit covers.
“Really? Well, what are you going to call it?” I ask in a droll tone. “I mean, you can’t really just put it online and call it The Clit Cover, right? I mean, you can’t use body parts to name your product.”
Lark nods before shrugging her shoulders and grinning mischievously.
“I don’t know what the precise rules are, but I have a couple ideas. Maybe ‘Kitty Attack’ or ‘Kitty Kover’? Who knows? I haven’t figured it out yet, but the options are endless, trust me. Plus, these things are going to sell like hot cakes.”
I giggle.
“Well, I look forward to seeing your product on Amazon, girlfriend. It’s going to be amazing. But now, we better get down to the pool because I hear it’s the place to be. The renovations are fantastic and everyone’s been going down there lately.”
Lark giggles.
“Yeah, and when the other girls see my swimsuit, they’re going to ask where I got it. You guys are going to be my first customers,” she winks.
I giggle again while pulling on a silky cover-up.
“Let’s see how it works,” I say with a wink. “There will probably be a couple guys more than happy to peel your cover off for you as a product demonstration.”
Lark merely giggles while she slips into her own robe once more.
“You’re probably right, Petunia. To the pool we go!”
With that, we leave the women’s locker room and begin our stroll to the Sanctum pool. It’s going to be fun because the club just re-did its basement pool, and it’s utterly luxurious these days. Even more, Sanctum is an elite men’s club where women are paid to be “hostesses” of a sort, meaning that Lark and I entertain men while showing off our curves and letting them kiss and caress us. It’s utterly taboo and forbidden, but both my friend and I enjoy the job, and we can’t wait to see what the pool has in store for us today.
2
PETUNIA
As we descend the staircase to the pool, I breathe in deeply. The air is perfumed and moist, and anticipation is already rising in my chest. Plus, when the double doors finally swing open, I gasp because even though I’ve been here before, I’m always taken by the size, grandeur and utter luxury of the Sanctum private pool. The club went all out, and it shows.
Sparkling inlaid tile floors greet us, complete with intricate designs that spiral and flow in patterns of cream, blue and gold. There are towering golden walls that create an airy, glamorous ambience, and wrought-iron lamps dangle from the ceiling to provide a golden glow. Potted palm trees are set strategically around the massive blue pool, along with cream-colored lounge chairs, sofas, and tables laden with tempting delicacies.
But of course, the main attraction is the pool itself. It’s enormous and the water is kept at a warm temperature, so there’s literally steam wafting off the surface. Not only that, but the pool itself is inlaid with a beautiful, intricate design of blue and white tile, so that it resembles something you might see in a Sultan’s harem.
“Oooh, today looks busy,” Lark breathes as we step into the moist atmosphere.
I nod.
“It looks like anyone and everyone’s here this afternoon,” I murmur in agreement as my eyes roam the deck. “I’m glad we came.”