Raven's Seduction (The Pleasure Pros #1) (2 page)

“That’s true,” I agreed.
 
“It’s not like we are going to start
marketing our club or anything
.
”

As we sat there talking and getting to know
one another, the conversation finally got back to what we were going to do for
fun.
 
After all, that was the whole
point of starting a club.
 
We didn’t
want to be a group who just got together to bitch about our problems and drink
coffee on Friday evenings.

“We could go out to a different club each
week,” Amber suggested.
 
Polly and I
immediately shook our heads in disagreement.

“I’m so over the bar scene,” Polly declared.

“I couldn’t agree with you more.
 
I want to do something different.”
 
I hadn’t had any luck in the clubs in
the past, so I really wanted to try something new.

“But what?” Amber moaned.

“I just thought of a club that might be
perfect for you two,” Polly said with a glimmer in her eye.
 
“I’ve heard it’s pretty crazy, so it
would definitely liven up your weekends!”

“I’m up for crazy… ” Amber whispered, sitting
up in her seat.

“Ha!
 
You look like a dog
who’s
about to get a
treat.” I teased her.

“Let’s go somewhere else and talk,” Polly
said looking around.
 
“I’m kind of a
regular here.”

“Yeah, us too,” Amber agreed.

“Wow, this must be good.
 
I’m actually feeling a little excited
for once.”

In my excitement, I ignored the fact that Polly
said she was a regular at our coffee shop.
 
I never forget a face and I would have definitely recognized her if she
was one of the regulars.
 
It’s funny
how hormones can so easily override the other senses.

After meeting up at a little pub where none of us knew a soul, we ordered our
drinks and found a secluded table in the back where Polly could reveal the big
idea.
 
At the time, I had no clue
how transformative it was going to be, changing every aspect of my life.

“As I told you, I’m a free spirit, and
everyone knows that about me,” she started out.

“Get on with it, you’re killing us,” Amber
said impatiently.
 
Both Polly and I
laughed at how eager Amber was to hear what she had to say.

“Okay, we all know how much online dating
sucks in this city. Personally I’ve had enough let downs in the past couple of
years to last a lifetime.”

“And???” Amber waved her hand for her to get
on with it.

“Okay, okay.
 
So anyway, I have a friend who works at
this place on the edge of town.
 
It’s a place where… well, it’s for people who are tired of normal
dating.” She paused.

“So you just learned about speed dating?”
Amber asked with a major look of disappointment crossing her face.

“Oh, believe me.
 
This is NOT speed dating,” she replied
with wide eyes, shaking her head from side to side.

“Excuse me; can I get any of you anything?” a
waitress asked as she dispensed a napkin to each of us.

“No, we’re all good,” Amber, replied on our
behalf.
 
She proceeded to stare at
the waitress until she made a hasty retreat back to where she had come from.

“Please tell us before Amber loses it,” I
told Polly, giving Amber a disgusted look.

“I know, but I hardly know you guys,” she
said suddenly seeming self-conscious.

“I assure you, both Amber and I are completely
open minded.
 
We are frustrated and
bored, looking for a release,” I reminded her.

“Okay, well…
 
It’s like an S&M club,” she suddenly
blurted out.

“So people dress up in leather and chains?” I
asked, not having a clue what that actually meant.

“No.
 
There are several guys and two girls who run the place, and they
basically do whatever you want,” she said in a hushed voice.

“So it’s like a brothel?” Amber asked,
shrugging her shoulders and raising her eyebrows.

“No, she told me it’s a perfectly legal
club,” she explained.
 
“She said
they know how to make you orgasm a hundred different ways without even having
sex with you.”

“Orgasm?
 
Now you have my full attention!”
 
That was the one thing that I had missed most after the split with
Perry.
 
He was the only one who ever
gave me multiple orgasms.
 
God those were awesome.

“When can we go?” Amber asked with a
completely straight face.

“I don’t even know where it is exactly,”
Polly confessed. “Let me see if I can reach my friend who works there.
 
She can tell you more about it.”

An S&M club, now that is way beyond anything I would’ve come
up with.
 
I cringed at the thought of my participation getting back to my clients
or co-workers.
 
My mind began to
race as Polly got her friend on the phone.
 
Do people really do that stuff
?
 
I had always thought that
Fifty Shades of Grey
was way out
there.
 
At the time, I couldn’t
imagine anyone I knew being involved in role-playing or bondage.
 
Amber was sitting there silently as
well, so I knew that she had similar thoughts running through her mind.

“I’ve got you on speaker phone,” Polly told
her friend as she set her phone in the middle of the table.

“Hi, guys, this is a little awkward.
 
If I wasn’t busy tonight, I would come
and join you in person.”

“That’s okay.”
 
It didn’t bother me if it didn’t bother
her.

“We need details,” Amber said, leaning in to
make sure she didn’t miss anything.

“I told them about the club and they would
like to hear more,” Polly explained.

“Like when can we do this and where do we
go?” Amber added eagerly.

“Well, let’s start at the beginning.
 
I’ve been working there for nearly five
years,” she began.
 
“I was the first
female to make it through all ten levels.”

I could just picture this burly woman who
enjoyed beating on people.

“Do you dress in black leather?” Amber asked
with a giggle.

“I do actually.
 
I find that it contrasts nicely with my
blonde hair,” she responded.

My mind had begun to race once again as she
relayed all of the details of what went on at their sex club.
 
Apparently, there were ten different
levels of pain and pleasure.
 
Starting out at level one, there really is no pain involved, just
pleasure.
 
She piqued my interest
when she talked about level one being primarily about achieving multiple
orgasms.
 

“If you want to add a little extra
excitement, you can be restrained or blind folded, but there is no pain
involved,” she assured us.
 
“As you
move up through the levels, though, each one becomes more intense with pain and
pleasure until you have completed the first five levels.
 
Beginning with level six, there is
sexual penetration and humiliation combined with the pain.”
 

“What’s the deal with pain?
 
Why would anyone want that?” I had to
ask as soon as she paused for a couple of seconds.
 
I just didn’t get it.
 
Amber nodded her head in agreement
wanting to know as well.

“Pain is highly addictive, because it
triggers endorphins to be released into your system.
 
The more pain you endure, the more
endorphins build up in your system, leading to a more intense orgasm,” she
explained.
 

“Oh, wow… that makes sense,” Amber replied,
her eyes widening.
 
“But what’s that
stuff about humiliation?”

“That really doesn’t come into play until the
last few levels,” she said.
 
“They will
tie you up and have sex with you in combination with the bondage once you
advance to level six.
 
Level seven
is similar but it might be a threesome involving two men or a man and a woman.”

“I don’t even want to know what happens on
level ten,” I said, cringing at the thought of it.

“That’s good, because everyone has to find
out about the last three levels on their own.
 
In fact, everyone has to sign a
confidentiality agreement before they are allowed to proceed with level eight.”

My panties were drenched just from hearing
her describe the first seven levels.
 
I couldn’t imagine what would happen if I actually went through with
it.
 
The words
multiple orgasms
continued to echo through my head.

“So, how do we do this?” Amber asked, squirming
in her chair.

“You simply send a text to 415-555-SEXX with
your name and phone number, and let them know that you want to try level one,”
she instructed.
 
“Someone will call
you or text you back to set up an appointment.”

“And you haven’t tried it yet?” Amber asked
Polly, with a puzzled look.

“No.
 
I haven’t dared try it yet.
 
If you guys do it, though, I think I will too.”

“We’re going to hold you to that,” I assured
her as I added the number to my contacts.

After Polly hung up with her friend, we all
sat there silently for a moment.
 
Everyone was obviously absorbing all of the information that had just
been shared.

“Excuse me, Miss.
 
Could we get a round of kamikazes
please?”
 
I asked, when the waitress
glanced our way.
 
I’ll tip her extra to make up for Amber’s
rudeness earlier.

“Well, was that exciting enough for the two
of you?” Polly asked with a smile of pride crossing her lips.

“You definitely blew our ideas out of the
water.” Amber laughed.

“Yeah, you’ve brought my thought process to a
whole new level,” I added.

“I’m glad I was able to help out,” Polly
replied still smiling.

“I’m going to text that number as soon as I
get home,” Amber declared as our kamikazes arrived.

“Here’s to new friendships and new adventures
ahead,” I said as I lifted my shot glass to toast both of them.

“To new adventures,” both Amber and Polly
agreed.

~~~

When I got home that night, I knew I wasn’t
going to be able to sleep.
 
I couldn’t
stop thinking about the whole premise of a sex club where I could experience
unlimited sexual pleasure with no strings attached.
 
How
can this even be legal?
 

If it’s all on the up and up, I could definitely use some
exhilaration.
 
Even on nights when I had gone out, I
would end up lying in bed alone feeling blue.
 
I loved being a mom and my financial
worries had eased a bit recently, but there was a definite need for something
more in my life.
 
I also dreaded the
fact that I would soon turn thirty.
 
I had always heard that it was much harder to find a man once you
entered that dreaded fourth decade, especially being a single mom.
 
I’m
not going to be old and alone
.
 
I don’t even like cats.
   

The words
multiple
orgasms
once again drifted through my mind.
 
I
wonder how many I could have in a row?
 
I would sure love to find out!
 
I suddenly decided that I was going to be the guinea pig.
 
In a moment of sheer bravado, I grabbed
my phone, pulled up the number, and sent a text:

Me:
 
I am interested in trying level 1 as soon as possible.
 
I’m 29 years old, 5’ 9” with black hair,
hazel eyes, and a slender build.

After pressing send, I started thinking that
I probably should’ve sent my name instead of my description.
 
Stupid.

Me:
 
My name is Raven btw

Looking at the time, it was only 10:35 pm, so
I thought maybe someone would get back to me.
 
Of
course, most normal people probably aren’t sitting at home on a Friday
night.
 
I’m sure these guys are busy
punishing their subs.
 
I laughed
to myself and began clicking the remote looking for anything interesting to
watch.
 
I’m not even sure I could be a submissive
, I thought, as there
wasn’t anything on TV that could compete with the idea of the S&M Club.

Luckily, my phone buzzed within a few
minutes.
 
Someone has replied to my text already!
 
I felt an instant rush of adrenaline
through my body.

Unknown:
 
Is now a good time to talk?

Oh my god!

Me:
 
Yes!
 
Now is great!!

Did I really have to use three exclamation points?
 
That doesn’t seem at all eager or desperate.
 
Sheesh.
 
Within a few seconds,
my phone buzzed again.
 
I felt
another surge of nervous energy as I saw the number on the screen and clicked
to answer.