Page 43 of Sainte
My back is to the stairs, so I don’t see Honey come down, but the boys watching TV and shooting pool each let out a whistle. I turn to see her walking toward me. She is standing tall and proud, and she looks radiant. It’s the first time I have seen some color in her face since she started detoxing. She walks up to me and says, “Ready?”
My mouth is still hanging open. “You look fucking beautiful,” I say. She has her hair straightened, and instead of wearing her normal “biker” wear, she has on an unholy pair of jeans, heels, and a silk blouse.
She smiles. “Thank you,” she says demurely.
Both Ice and Rebel also comment on how nice she looks, making her blush.So who was she out to impress? Me or Ice?I wonder. But I don’t let it get to me. I’m the lucky asshole who’s going out with her, and I have a sneaking suspicion that we are going to a sex club of some sort.Fuck them. They can eat their hearts out.
“Come on, beautiful. Let’s go.” I hold out my arm, and she takes it with a smile. We walk out of the clubhouse together and head straight for my bike.
“You gonna be okay in those heels on the bike?” I ask.
She smiles, reaching into her bag. “I came prepared,” she says as she pulls out a pair of tennis shoes. She quickly changes and hops on the bike. I rev the engine and we’re off. She leans in close and wraps her arms around me as we cruise through the gates and onto the main road.
As we hit Highway 99, I realize there is no other woman I want on the back of my bike. At first, this thing with Honey was a sexual thing. I just wanted to get in her pants, but now that I have, I find I still want to be with her. She’s a fighter, and she’s going to beat this addiction. She wants to love so badly, but she is terrified of getting hurt. She’s hard yet soft. She’d do anything for her boys; she’s fiercely loyal. And although I swore I would never go there, I’m in love with her.Fuck, leave it to me to complicate things.
We get to the spa or whatever this place is, and I park my bike. It’s dark, and it appears the place is closed. After we dismount, we take off our helmets, and Honey swaps out her shoes. We walk to the front entrance. There is a sign on it: No Receptionist on Duty, Please Use Side Door, and there is an arrow pointing to the right.
I look at Honey. “You ready?”
She stands tall and pushes her shoulders back. “Yep,” she says as she takes my hand and we walk to the side door. We get to the side, and the alleyway is empty. I pull out the red key the receptionist gave me and place it in the lock of the door. The lock clicks. I look up at Honey, and she nods. I turn the knob and the door opens.
We step inside and are greeted by a woman, scantily dressed. “Welcome,” she says. “May I have your key please?”
I hand it to her. She looks down at the key and says, “Nick and Amanda Benson, we’re so happy to have you tonight.” She places it in a lock box on the podium she’s standing next to and says, “In order for you to remain this evening, you will need to purchase a membership to the club.”
“Why?” Honey asks.
“Well there is a fine line between what is legal and what isn’t in a club such as this. In the event of a challenge, we will be able to prove to law enforcement that this is a private organization.”
Honey nods.
“How much is a membership?” I ask.
“One hundred dollars,” she says, as if it’s nothing. I pull out my wallet and pull out two hundred-dollar bills and hand them to her.
She takes the money and hands me a fifty. “Ms. Benson is half price. If she were here alone, she’d be free.”
I take back the fifty, fill out the paper she hands me, and hand her back her pen.
“If you don’t mind me asking, I thought this was a spa or massage parlor?”
“It is, Nick. I hope you don’t mind me calling you Nick. We are not formal here, so everyone is on a first-name basis.”
I nod.
“Anyway, we are a very upscale spa by day, but there is a basement to our establishment that is used in the evenings for more diverse activities for adults.” She pauses, and when I don’t respond, she continues. “Please, allow me to show you around. You will need to know the lay of the land in order to fully enjoy tonight’s activities.”
“Lead the way,” I say and she walks around the podium and heads toward a black curtain. Pulling the curtain aside, she gestures for Honey and me to step through.Here goes nothing,I think to myself as I step inside.
We are now in a small room with a door. The hostess opens the door and begins to descend the stairs, so Honey and I follow.
When we get downstairs, my first impression is that this is a nightclub, with a bar off to the right of the room. But as I look more closely, I realize this is not your average nightclub. There may be a bar and music, and even dancing, but the people here, they are not your average people who would attend a nightclub. Some have clothes on, while others my only have underwear, and even some are naked. I notice a mix of apprehension between first-timers like us with the over-eagerness of some of the experienced couples. It’s a very odd vibe, and it’s got me on edge.
The guide walks us past the bar and stops by the dance floor. The perimeter of the dance floor is aligned with couches, and beyond the couches, bedrooms. I guess that’s what they are. “Your night will be divided into different parts. We suggest you start out here, on the dance floor and bar area, and then at some point you will see couples begin to drift off. All around this room are various playrooms for your pleasure. We are very select by the number of couples we invite, and therefore you are always guaranteed a room if you choose it. All of the playrooms provide for your enjoyment a number of fetishes and fantasies you may want to indulge in.”
She continues to walk past the many rooms lining the dance floor. Some have beds for two, and some with beds for four. Some have a large space with a padded floor, and we pass many other scene-type rooms. We approach three doors at the end of the hall, and she points to the first. “This is a co-ed changing room.” She hands me a key. “This is for your locker. You can dress or undress however you wish.” She glances at Honey. “That second door is a private playroom used only for the owners of the club.” That’s the room I need to get inside. It’s the room that will give me answers.But how do I manage it?
She continues. “The last door will take you down yet another level to the dungeon. That area is reserved for the more experienced.” She winks at me and says, “If you know what I mean.”
