Another swift tug of envy made Kate frown. She had never been much of an envious person, and definitely wasn’t insecure, but Sandra was highlighting a few areas in her life that made her yearn for something more.
“In fact, there’s a group renting out Basement Four soon for a reenactment of a slave girl auction followed by an orgy. Those are always fun to watch.” Sandra flashed a grin. “Anything with a high kink level goes on in Basement Four.
“Anyway, Basement Three has private and semiprivate alcoves that overlook Basement Four. Basement One has the same setup as Three, but it overlooks Two. As you can imagine, One and Three are quite popular, since they offer privacy and voyeurism all in one.”
Kate laughed, but when she saw Sandra’s expression, and that she was entirely serious, she slowly smiled, intrigued.
She had read on the website that Club Desire offered meeting space, and could accommodate large parties or events, but she’d never imagined all of this. “That’s legal?”
Sandra nodded. “Yes. Brent is very good with contracts and always follows the law. Private groups rent the floor, and all the guests sign contracts of their own to attend. The entrance is closely monitored.” She pointed toward the four corners of the ceiling in turn. “I should also mention that there are cameras just about everywhere, and they are monitored at all times.”
Kate grinned, as her certainty grew that Club Desire was the right place for her. “This is amazing. I know I said this outside, but I never imagined any club like this. Granted, I’ve only played at The Dungeon, but I hadn’t even conceived of anyplace like this.” She gestured around them. “And your website, while thorough, doesn’t even begin to hint at all of this.”
Sandra gave her a small smile. “While word of mouth does get around, we prefer to maintain an air of mystery to some extent. Our loyal members are very protective of that image, and very proud that we are one of the premier clubs in the Southwest.”
Kate glanced out at the dungeon floor, noting that the Dom had switched to paddling the woman. Kate squirmed in her chair as arousal snaked through her, and she forced her attention back to Sandra. “As much as I want to see the rest of Club Desire, I’d really like to find out more about becoming a member. Dex mentioned something about a waiting list.”
Sandra nodded, and disappointment snaked through Kate.
“It’s not so much a waiting list as a list where people sit while the background checks go through,” Sandra continued. “But there are also temporary, restricted memberships for people who have been vouched for or vetted in some way.”
Renewed hope curled inside Kate’s stomach and she sat straighter in her chair, sparing a quick glance for the couple out on the dungeon floor. “Great. Where do we start?”
“Let’s go talk to Brent.” Sandra glanced down at her watch, a thin sterling silver band with a dainty face surrounded by more blue sapphires. Kate didn’t feel so bad about having all the green in her life after meeting Sandra. She’d already displayed more blue sapphires than Kate had green items in her entire household.
Sandra smiled at her in that welcoming way she had. “Brent should be finished with his meetings by now, and be back in his office.”
Kate followed Sandra farther down the hallway and onto an elevator she would have missed entirely had she been walking by on her own. This entire place was designed so it was state-of-the-art, and yet had a classy, almost mysterious air to it. It called to Kate like the home she’d never known existed.
When the elevator doors closed behind them, Sandra pulled a small key ring from a pocket in her skirt and inserted a key into the panel, turning it before she hit the glowing 4 button.
Kate wondered if the entire place had this much security.
Sandra must have noticed Kate’s expression, because she shook her head as she dropped the key back into her pocket.
“This elevator opens directly into Brent’s office, so there’s restricted access. A different elevator for general use goes to all floors. Full members always have unrestricted access to Basements One and Two. But Three and Four are restricted to only certain members, and those require key access.”
“Ah,” Kate said, not sure what else to say. Her mind spun as she took it all in.
Then the doors of the elevator opened, and she found herself captured by a very blue gaze. It took her a moment to break away from the spell of those eyes long enough to look around the office.
The man behind the large desk stood and walked toward them with a broad smile.
Brent Weston, Kate presumed. He was strikingly handsome, with full, sensual lips, black hair, and a muscled physique that looked like he’d gotten it doing something more activity-based than pumping iron.
“Hello, ladies.” He held out his hands, and, as if in a trance, Kate laid her hand in his, and noticed Sandra did the same. His deep, resonant voice probably made women flock to him in droves.