Open Doors (Suncoast Society #27)(21)

To make things more palatable for the temporary price hike, they were giving people the night for “free” as part of their annual membership fee. For the next year, after this party, they would be all the same lower price.

So far, the RSVPs with the modified rules, pricing, and information, were still rolling in just as fast as they had for the first party, if not faster.

No one seemed to mind the new “no sex” rule, once they clarified that vibrator and orgasm play was allowed, just no actual sex.

Yes, Kaden gloated over that when Marcia remarked on it one evening during a final planning session at the club the Wednesday before their second party.

“Say it,” she snarked.

“Told you so,” he quipped. “People would rather play. They can have sex at home. They can’t always spank each other at home. Especially if there are kids or parents living in the same house. They can play here, get horny, and go home or to a hotel to f*ck like bunnies.”

“We’re going to need towels and a washer and dryer,” she said, arching an eyebrow at Kel. “We can’t count on people bringing their own towels like they should, even though we suggest it in the e-mail. I assume our landlord will figure out the logistics on how to make that happen before the third party, as long as we buy the machines?”

Kel gave her a thumbs-up. “Yes, ma’am.”

Derrick snickered, elbowing his friend. “See how easy it is? Agreeing with her makes life simple.”





Not only had the RSVPs rolled in, the requests to invite others to the party had increased. If Marcia’s estimates were correct, they stood a chance of pulling in over two thousand dollars from this party. The first party had covered the rent and electric bill for the space, as well as started chipping away at their personal loans to the club for supplies. This party would help start chipping away at the improvements—and the legal bill for the incorporation paperwork and insurance.

She’d crunched numbers looking five years into the future. If they were smart, they could have all the personal loans to the business paid back to them, be paying all the bills every month, as well as afford to make all the improvements quickly lengthening her “Dom-Do” list, and then start putting money aside to eventually expand.

If they moved to being open four Saturdays a month, it would likely cut into the weekly attendance numbers, but it might bring in more new members. And they might be able to rent the space for photoshoots as well. Plenty of riggers were looking for spaces like that.

It could be easy income.

Well, if you counted giving up your Saturdays and working your ass off to support your hobby as “easy”.

She would never in a million years admit to Derrick how excited she was about this. Yes, she’d been aggravated—and still was—but this was totally doable if they didn’t burn themselves out in the process. They were already going over a short-list of people who’d volunteered for office duty, people they knew they could trust handling computer duties and with the money, not to mention respecting people’s privacy.

A lot of hard work? Absolutely it would be. At first. Unlike an accounting firm, where they were constantly having to keep abreast of the latest tax laws, where what they did for people was vital, this was different.

This was fun.

The people coming in were smiling, happy people, happy to be there, happy to get started doing what they’d come to do, happy to see their friends.

Seeing an accountant, especially at tax time, was usually akin to seeing a dentist. Necessary, but not enjoyable in the least for most people.

Unless they were the emotional kind of masochist.

Even with the additional people, and the paperwork, everyone on their RSVP list had checked in by nine thirty. This time, Derrick was prepared. He had a deposit slip and Marcia prepared a drop for him to run to the bank so they didn’t have to worry about it.

While he was gone, one of the new members to the munch group walked up.

“Marcia?”

She couldn’t remember her name. “Janie?”

“Jenny.”

“I’m sorry.” They shook. “What can I do for you?”

“I was talking to my friend, Kendra, and she said you were looking for volunteers?”

Behind Jenny, Leah caught Marcia’s eye and shrugged.

Great, no help there.

“We’re looking for a lot of volunteers. We’re actually having a meeting next Thursday, here, at eight. We’ll provide pizza and go over what we need and see who’s available to help out.”

“Okay, great. I don’t even mind doing stuff like taking out the garbage and cleaning. I like to clean.”

This had potential. “You do?” So far, a lot of people seemed extremely eager to help out in the office—which almost put her off of them as volunteers totally—but other than DMing, few had mentioned helping out with the actual maintenance and upkeep like this.

Which was a little surprising. She’d thought for sure they’d have several service subs chiming in to help before now.

Jenny smiled. “I’m a little OCD. Not a lot, but enough. I like to be helpful.”

Marcia spent some time talking with Jenny. The girl was twenty-two, and a sweetheart.

She was also recently single, dumped three weeks earlier by her boyfriend, who’d introduced her to the lifestyle. Fortunately, he’d moved out of the area.