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mind. “Um, I guess I could do that. Oh what is your first name?” I
figured I would ask since I should have already known.
    He
laughed. “You can call me Romeo, and I will be waiting for you.”
    I
knew his name wasn’t Romeo. He was just saying that because of my name. I
decided not to try to get it out of him. I would play his game for now. “Ok, I
will see you in a little bit” I cursed myself for agreeing.
    He
couldn’t hide the amusement in his voice. “I am looking forward to it.”

 
    I
dressed in tan slacks and a white shirt. I left my hair down except for a small
amount I tied behind my head making me look girly. I then added makeup and set off.
The club was busier because it was after ten. I walked into the reception area.
Lea was there scantily clad like usual.
    She
smiled obviously expecting me. “He’s in his office.”
    I
nodded and walked into the club. They all made me nervous because they were
barely dressed. I knocked on his door. “Come in.” His voice sent shivers
through me. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.
    I
opened the door and he was leaning against his desk looking at a magazine. He
smiled at me as I shut the door behind me. He was wearing torn jeans and
nothing else. I was trying not to look at his low waist line and the trail of
hair disappearing into his pants. “Ms. Adams you look as professional as ever.”
It sounded like he was making fun of me but I brushed it off.
    I
blushed. “You look good to, I didn’t know you wore jeans.”
    “I
do on occasion.” He smiled wickedly. “I figured I could give you a tour of the
rest of the club.”
    I
didn’t know if I wanted to see the rest of the club. His expression told me
everything. I knew it was going to get graphic and I wasn’t sure if I could
handle it. “Ok.” My mouth agreed before my brain could get back in order. I did
want to know more about him but I wasn’t sure if I could handle this much more.
    He
grinned and offered his hand. “Come then explore wonderland with me.”
    I
blushed at his reference to my article and took his hand. “The point of the
club is for people to engage in their sexual fantasies” He explained I followed
him. We walked into a hall and the first room we came to was set up like a
gynecologist’s office. There was a woman with her legs in the stirrups and a
man in a doctor’s coat having sex with her. People were watching like it was
normal. I wanted to look away but I didn’t want to seem like a prude. My cheeks
were on fire and I was glad it was dimly lit.
     He
led me to another room. “We try to recreate places people want to have sex. Or
like some people want to have multiple partners at once.” In that room two men
were on one woman.
    I
was slightly appalled but I tried to hide it. I didn’t want to seem judgmental
he was being open with me and I knew I had to respect him. “Are none of the
rooms private?”
    He
smiled. “There are a few but they are hardly used. Voyeurism is popular here.”
He walked toward another room. There were several people having sex in the same
room. There was men on men, women on women, and men on women. The next room was
a kitchen and there was a man dressed as a delivery boy having sex with a woman
in a dress and apron. There were several other themed rooms, such as a
classroom, a club looking room, a dining room, a game room with a pool table.
There were rooms set up with dominants and submissives. Everything a person
could think of was happening. By the end of the tour I was a little
overwhelmed. I had never seen so much sex in my life.
    I
was speechless and relieved to be walking back to the safety of the bar. “So
does your words in the interview still stand?” He watched me like he was sure I
was going to spawn another head and have a fit.
    I
smiled and blushed. “I never write anything I don’t mean.” I never did,
normally my first impression was pretty accurate. He ran a sex club but he was
a good man that thought he was doing