Watching(10)

“In five days.”

“Well, you better get reading the rules and filling in the questions.” I lay back on my headboard as I read out loud the rules and conditions.

I am not allowed to take pictures, which I agree. I don’t want people knowing what I get up to. I’m not ashamed but people do judge. You say the word red when you want to stop anything at any time and everyone has to respect that. If you are leaving the grounds you have to tell the hosts or receptionist for safety reasons.

The rules seem reasonable, as I glance at the questions some I am shocked in reading.

Have you ever had any sort of food product inside you sexually? I wouldn’t even think about doing that. That’s what vibrators and dildos are made for.

Have you opened your bowels on someone or vice versa? Hell no.

“See people are into that. People like being actually shit on.” That is just wrong.

“I can’t believe some of these questions. Have you ever been fisted? If not would you? Like hell, I would let that happen to me. With each question I read, I wondered what kind of people are actually coming to this gathering.” I scroll further down.

“Just answer them honestly, they won’t let you be with anyone that doesn’t fit your needs.”

“I guess I’m more nervous now after reading this.”

“Don’t be. If you get uncomfortable, you can leave at any time.” That is true.

“Okay.” I copy and paste the questions and start answering each one and once I reread what I’ve written I hit send and look at my phone not believing that this is actually happening.

“Feels a little like fifty shades when she had to go through the contract.” Hannah laughs. That was what I was actually thinking.

“Yeah but I am happy to watch, no one is going to be hitting me with any cane or whip,” I say matter of factly.

“I know, but it’s interesting to know that there are people actually out there who like this sort of thing. They could be bankers, teachers, even our dentists. They could be getting up to all sorts behind closed doors.”

“I guess so. My readers and friends, well apart from you don’t even know what I’m into behind closed doors. So I guess we never really know a person.” My head starts to hurt by all this thinking. I sigh heavily when I hear my phone ring once again and only an address is given with orders to dress formally.

“Looks like you’re in.” Yeah, but is it a place I want to go into?





The days flew by, with writing notes for my next book filling up my spare time, before I knew it I was showered, looking in the mirror at my long black gown that hugs my curves. I love this dress on me as it also accentuates my cleavage.

I kept my hair straight flowing down my back. Entering the taxi, I read off the address I was given and I watch the scenery whilst my stomach fills up with butterflies. It has been a long time since I last felt like this.

I have got more confident over the months but I guess going to unknown territory, I feel the nerves kicking in.

Pulling up to what looks like a mansion, I pay the driver and walk up the clean white path until I reach the double doors where two security men are standing. Why are there security men? They both look very muscular in their tight suits. They look like they could wrap their arms around me and squeeze the life out of me. With shaved heads and tattoos peeking out of their collars on their necks. They look a little scary.

I walk slowly towards them when they both look in my direction. “Name?” I answer weakly and they look down at their clipboards and nod. “Go on in, the receptionist will give you the information you will need. Enjoy.” They face forward, away from me.

I wonder if they know what is happening inside. Do they know what kind of people are attending? I want to ask them questions but I know they probably won’t answer as they did mention the receptionist will give me information.

I walk in and my mouth hangs open in an O shape. This place is massive. High ceilings, chandeliers hanging beautifully. The walls and furnishing are either white, black or grey. I see a few people hanging around. Seeing beautiful women in their dresses, that I’m guessing are designer by just looking at them. Men are in tuxes or suits. A few do scream money. I walk further in and a few look my way, it’s like they are appraising me.

I head to the receptionist who is dressed in black pants and a black blouse, her blonde hair tidied up smartly. She looks very well presented. “Hello Miss, welcome to Club Deluxe. May I take your name?” I do as I watch her go through some papers. I guess who ever hosted this doesn’t want our information on the computer. “Yes, here we are.” She skims over it.

“You will need to wear this wristband.” She hands me a light blue silk band that I put around my wrist. “Here is a sheet of what the colour bands mean. You can enter any room where the door is open in hallway one, if you need your own room for any reason here is your own key to 304 for personal use, the elevators are down hallway two. Do you have any questions?” I have a million. Why have I got my own room?

“What do I do now?” She smiles warmly at me.

“First time?” I nod shyly. “You just walk around and mingle, look at the bands to see if they meet your umm, needs. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. You can just observe tonight. If any member upsets you in any way you let me know and we will get it sorted. Just have fun.” She reassures me.