Open Doors (Suncoast Society #27)(24)

“A guy named Tony, I think.”

Derrick laughed. “Then he’s damn lucky he didn’t get tossed out. He must have done a good job sucking up. Tony doesn’t hesitate to kick people out if they cause a problem or violate a rule.”

Three people had shown up drunk and made it past the front door, just to be turned around by Tony and sent back out to sober up. And another guy, who’d started to follow his girlfriend into the women’s bathroom late one night just before closing, had also received a shoulder-tap from Tony before the couple could get up to any forbidden activity.

When he’d tried to say he was only going in to help her with her corset, Tony had nailed him. “Try again. I saw you pull the condom from your bag, and she was naked in here twenty minutes ago, so she can’t claim she’s shy. You can help her with her corset out here.”

They hadn’t been back, not that Derrick really wanted people like that as members, anyway. Someone who didn’t want to agree to follow their rules, or who wanted to try to skirt them, those weren’t people he wanted there.

The most common violation they dealt with was cell phones being pulled out and glanced at to see the time. Those problems had drastically dropped when he’d found a large wall clock, with a digital screen you could see in the dark from nearly anywhere inside the playspace, and hung it over the bathroom doors.

People couldn’t claim they couldn’t see it.

“What kind of class, exactly?” Marcia asked, slightly mollified by her husband’s compliment.

“I think we should have a couple of different ones,” Kaden said. “A general one, an overview of the lifestyle and kink in general. Then maybe one for submissives, especially female submissives. And one for Dominants.”

“What about us switches?” Gilo asked with a grin from where he sat on the other side of Leah.

Kaden rolled his eyes. “I’ve seen you be more of a brat and a SAM than a switch.”

“A guy’s gotta have a hobby.”

“You’re more like a bad habit,” Tilly playfully teased from her side of the table, where she sat next to her Master, Cris.

“So back to the topic,” Leah said. “That was one of the things you’d said you wanted to do. I know we’ve had demos and stuff, but I think a regular class for newbies would be great. Hold it the same day each month so it becomes a fixture. It’ll help draw new members in. Even hold it the Saturday after the monthly munch so you can announce it there and hopefully get even more of a draw.”

Derrick looked at Marcia. “I don’t have time to do it. You’d have to be the one to do it, so it’s your call.”

Kel coughed something that suspiciously sounded like “Mastering wrong” before laughing.

“I could put together a PowerPoint presentation,” Marcia said.

“I’ll help you,” Loren offered. “I might not be able to teach it every month, but I’ll switch off with you.”

There were assorted “ooohs” catcalled around the table from several men.

“Ha, ha,” Loren said. “Grow up, guys. No girl-on-girl action from this girl.”

“Damn,” Ross muttered, inciting another round of laughter from everyone. “Well, a Dom can dream,” he said.

Loren and Marcia started tossing ideas around, with input from Leah, Tilly, and several other women.

Derrick looked across the table at Kaden. “Your slave’s an instigator,” he teased. “Can’t you do something about that?”

Kaden arched an eyebrow at him. “I could…but this is much more fun.” He grinned.





The first class was scheduled. Marcia and Loren honed the PowerPoint presentation over the next week and a half until they had an outline they were happy with, one which could be covered within an hour and hopefully not overwhelm everyone.

Loren used her past scuba diver instructor experience to fashion a relatable and easily understood analogy to explain the widely diverse world of kink, fetish, and alternative lifestyles.

They weren’t sure if they’d even have any students show up. Marcia had Derrick buy a large flat-screen TV and hang it on the outside of the office wall. They already had cable TV with their Internet service, so they could use it for events like throwing Super Bowl parties, or movie nights, if they ran a cable for it through the office wall. She hooked her laptop up to it with an HDMI cable, and voila.

Loren and Marcia arrived early that Saturday afternoon to prepare. Derrick would join them shortly to watch the office while they taught.

And as person after person filed in, signed the short-form privacy agreement on their sign-in sheet on the office desk, and took a seat in the club, Loren and Marcia quickly realized they had a problem.

It was looking like they would have a full house for this class.

By the time Derrick arrived twenty minutes before the class was to start, Loren was inside with the over thirty people, talking to them, while Marcia was still checking people in.

“Holy crap,” Derrick said as he walked around the counter. “Why didn’t you call me?”

“Been a little busy, dear,” Marcia said, sliding past him. “Make sure everyone signs in.”

“Where are you going?”

“Inside. It’s packed in there.”