Our Way

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I drive up the highway with the headlights leading the way through the darkness.

Never once do they second guess their direction. You turn them on, they do their job.

Where are my headlights?

I’ve been driving around for hours now, too anxious to go home to Eliza.

Too wound up to go back to my place alone.

If there was just some way of… I don’t know, seeing a woman without any interaction. Somewhere I could watch and just work out the logistics of my body and what it wants.

I know who my heart wants, but physically, I’m confused.

A thought comes to me. I frown and pull over the car as I go over the possibility in my mind.

Yes, why didn’t I think of that before?

I turn the car and do a U-turn.

I know where I need to go.

I take out the gold card from my wallet and stare at it.

C L U B .. E X O T I C

I’ve had this for what seems like forever, and I’ve never once even considered it. It’s a gold membership visitor’s pass. I was given it by my friend, Cameron Stanton, years ago. He always frequents here on his trips into town. At least he used to.

Every member gets to sponsor a guest, and at the time, he gave this card to me. I paid it no attention but now I have to wonder why. Did he know this day was coming?

It’s 11:00 p.m., and I walk up to the entrance. There are no signs, no advertizing—just a black door with four big security men guarding it.

This club is exclusive. It’s $150,000 a year for the membership, and from what I understand, anything goes.

Which suits me to a tee, because it just so happens that I’m in the mood for anything.

The badder, the better.

I hand the card over and they scan it before they open the door with a nod.

“Thank you.” I walk through and come to a gold reception desk, where three beautiful women stand before me. They’re wearing short, tight chocolate leather dresses with cream thigh-high boots. Their cream, lace bras are peeking out from their low-cut dresses. Their breasts are voluptuous and tempting.

My hungry eyes don’t have to behave here, and I drink them in.

I can do whatever the fuck I want.

Adrenaline rushes through my bloodstream, and for the first time in a long time, I feel wild and alive.

Free.

“Hello, sir.” The girl with the long, blonde hair smiles. “How lovely for you to join us this evening.” She scans the card through and takes my hand. “My name is Bunny. This way.”

She leads me into the club, which is sultry and sexy. There’s an overall feeling of luxurious fantasy, and a low tantric beat thumps through the sound system. The place is dark with moody lighting.

The hairs on the back of my neck stand to attention.

I’ve never been anywhere like this before.