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looking at George, “try not to look like what you’re seeing is shocking. George, you already look stunned and you haven’t seen anything, yet. Dial it down, okay? I don’t want to make anyone feel uncomfortable here. These people come here to have fun and they need to feel safe.” I looked at George and he seemed insulted. “Also, don’t use your first names. Alex, we’ll call you April tonight. George, you can be John.”
      “I don’t want to be John, Patti. I want to be hmmm... Fabrizio!”
      Patti rolled her eyes. “Fine. You’re Fabrizio. Tonja is Tina. Okay? And just in case, if you happen to see someone you know, please don’t run up to them and make a scene. Discretion is everything.”
      What she said made perfect sense. I pulled my coat around me and glanced at Tina and (God) Fabrizio. “Ready? Let’s go!” Then I reached for the door’s handle.
      Patti stopped me. “Not so fast. There’s something else you need to know. Chick’s rule here.”
      Okay, I thought to myself. “What does that mean, exactly?” I asked.
      “Women call the shots at these clubs. What they say goes. So you ladies can go where you want but George here has to be with a woman at all times. No single men allowed wandering around. And no touching without permission.”
      “Are you kidding? Patti, we’re here to observe not participate.” Then I looked at Tonja. “Right, Tonja?”
      “Yes, of course!” she said with wide, innocent eyes. “I told you this isn’t my thing.”
      “Anyway,” Patti continued, “I’ll walk you through and show you around. Just do as I say. Did you bring cash? I don’t think you’ll want this to come up on your credit card.”
      “I’ve got it, I said as I went for my purse. “This is on me.”
      “Thanks, Alex,” George said.
      “Yeah, thank you! These places can be a little pricey, right Patti?” Tonja asked.
      Patti looked at her and answered in a matter of fact way. “I guess that depends on how much you think having every fantasy you’ve ever had...fulfilled...is worth.”
      We all looked at each other as she opened the door and gestured with her hand. “Shall we?” she asked.
      I took a deep breath and walked in.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
     
     
      “Hello! Welcome!” a warm, silky voice said.
      The walls of the small anteroom were draped in dark blue velvet curtains. The whole place was very dark. As my eyes adjusted I could see an attractive woman in her thirties sitting behind a mahogany desk. A large fleur-de-lis, like the one Randy had tattooed on his arm, was carved into the front of it. A small dragonfly Tiffany lamp sat on the desk barely illuminating her pale face. She had dark hair pulled back into a ponytail and was wearing a black cowboy hat. She got up and walked across a tapestry rug to the front of the desk to greet us. She was wearing a tight, halter style, black leather jumpsuit. Her breasts looked like they were ready to spill out.
      “I knew I should have worn a jumpsuit!” George whispered to me.
      “Hi, Natalie. These are the friends I told you about,” Patti said.
      Natalie held out a pale, almost translucent, hand to each of us. Her fingers were thin and tapered and her nails were long and painted in a bright red color. She wasn’t just attractive, she was stunning.
      “Hello, again, and welcome to Trois ou Plus. I assume Vivica told you about our rules?” She looked to each of us and we looked at each other. Who the hell was Vivica? Patti interjected, “Yes. I told them everything they need to know. They’ll be fine.”
      “Good. That will be three hundred dollars. Cash please,” Natalie said holding out her hand.
      Wow. $300.00. “Is that three hundred apiece or what?” I asked her.
      “Total. We generally charge one hundred and fifty per ‘couple’. And since there are four of you...”
      I reached into my purse and pulled out three one hundred dollar bills and handed them to her.