Open Doors (Suncoast Society #27)(25)

The look of relief on Loren’s face when Marcia walked in was priceless. By the time they started the class, they had nearly fifty people in attendance. The women took turns talking, as they’d rehearsed. At the end of the presentation, nearly everyone there filed back into the office to get membership applications.

Loren collapsed into a chair. “Wow,” she whispered. “I had no clue it would be that popular.”

“Me, either.”

They heard Derrick yell from the office. “Marcia! Loren!”

Marcia giggled. “Shit, I think he’s overwhelmed.”

An hour later, they had all the new member applications processed, everyone was entered into the computer, and they were checking people in for the evening play session.

Having the office definitely made a difference in the ambiance of the larger playspace. The office currently wasn’t much more than a painted room with lights and a counter, on which the computer and printer sat, but it made a difference when people walked into the dungeon. No more jarring daylight or security lights filtering in from outside, and the extra layer of noise buffering helped, too.

Eventually, they’d like to offer products for sale, but that could come later.

For now, it was an effective way to screen people before they made it into the playspace, and turn any sketchy people away who were looking for a “sex club.”

And they’d turned away several of those, so far.

But it would help them keep their members safer, and that was well worth the expense.





“How about here?” Kaden held one end of the whiteboard, Derrick the other.

“No, I don’t like it there.” Marcia turned. “Try it here, where people can see it when they come in.”

They were preparing for the club’s six-month anniversary the next night. They’d added one Friday night to their monthly schedule, as well as being open every Saturday night now. Jenny had become their head volunteer, even though she preferred working out in the dungeon and not in the office.

But with her care and attention to detail, having her there meant Marcia and Derrick could take off at least one Saturday a month and not worry.

“I think she’s right,” Jenny said. “They should be able to see it when they come in.”

“Why do we need a whiteboard now?” Derrick said.

“Because I’m sick of printing up schedules,” Marcia said. “It’s better to have it there, then they can take a business card and write the dates on it that they’re interested in, and I don’t have to waste money printing up schedules that don’t get used.”

“Can’t argue with logic,” Kaden said.

“You realize this is all your fault, right?” Derrick asked him. “‘Hey, you should totally open a club.’”

Kaden snickered. “I don’t think that’s what I said, exactly. And why do you think we’re helping out? I feel guilty.”

Apparently guilty enough to make sure that supplies seemed to magically appear in the club every week, like cups, plates, bottles of soda, and the like.

When Marcia had asked around of the six people who had keys, not including Kel’s key, everyone—including Kel—had denied it.

But Derrick suspected Kaden and Leah. Leah always helped with cleanup and knew what needed to be purchased before the next party.

Sure enough, the past several times Marcia had gone shopping, she’d returned to the club only to find the supplies replenished.

Now she stopped by the club on shopping day and checked before she went shopping.

Like clockwork, the stuff still appeared.

“And we appreciate every bit of help,” Marcia told him. “Yeah, right there is perfect.”

Derrick held the whiteboard in place while Kaden marked the position so they could get it hung.

“So how do you like your new violet wand?” Kaden asked Derrick.

“Ask her. She’s the one who gets zapped.”

“I love it,” Marcia said. “It’s my new favorite toy.”

Derrick turned. “Hey, I thought my cock was your favorite toy.”

“Correction, the violent wand is my second-favorite toy.”

“That’s more like it.”





The night of the club’s five-year anniversary celebration, a group of them sat around one of the tables after they’d finished the end-of-night cleanup. Kaden and Leah, Ross and Loren, Tony, Gilo—many of their closest friends. Marcia had never felt so grateful to have them in their lives.

“That was fun,” Kaden said.

Marcia tipped her head. “You feeling okay, Kade?” He looked weary, more so than usual.

“I’m just tired,” he said. “I’ve had a hell of a case load lately. Lots of trips to the Atlanta office.”

“Ed said you guys were buried,” Derrick said. In fact, Ed and Hope had left early, Hope putting her foot down when Ed dozed off sitting on one of the couches, while in midconversation with Tony.

“It’ll even out,” Kaden said. “It always does. Just a new and complicated corporate client. So how are we topping tonight’s party?”

They’d celebrated the club’s fifth birthday with kinky variations of party games, like mousetrap minefield, and a twist of pin the tail on the donkey, only involving a strap-on and a Fleshlight hung from the metal A-frame they used for suspensions.