Chapter One
For the first time in months, Joanna and I went for drinks after work. We found our way to a cozy table in the back of Sam’s bar, ordered margaritas and nachos, and settled back to enjoy a long awaited evening together.
“God this tastes great!” I said, letting the hot spices from a gooey cheese-covered tortilla linger in my mouth. I looked into Joanna’s enormous hazel eyes. “You’ve been so busy lately, what’s been happening?”
“Not much, just work,” she replied. “I’m glad you invited me, Kate, I’ve missed our naughty conversations.” She smiled seductively. I seemed to melt into her aura every time I was with her. Her hair was golden brown, cascading to her shoulders in beautiful curls. With the svelte body of a fashion model, she moved with such incredible ease that I was always in awe.
“I’ve missed those conversations; too, sometimes they’re the most exciting thing in my life.” I recalled the evenings with a little wine and a lot of fantasy about men and sex. She liked the unusual as much as I did, and we could talk candidly about even our most sacred sexual secrets.
“I can’t believe your sex life is that mundane,” she replied to me as she looked at me suspiciously down her pert nose.
“No, I mean it. It’s been practically non-existent since that horrible relationship with Chris ended a couple of months ago.”
“That doesn’t sound like you,” she laughed pleasantly. “There’s always something brewing in your hot little head.”
I settled into my second margarita, feeling much more relaxed than I’d been as we’d hurried from the office. The soft glowing light of the bar, along with the fragrant smells of wine and beer, and the more exotic perfume of liqueurs, relaxed us into its welcoming atmosphere. Even the cigarette smoke rising from countless tables like some sexual specter seduced us to a moment of candid revelation. Sam’s Bar was like home, a favorite spot for the hour after work when I needed a place to get away – a brief respite before I moved on to the rest of my evening.
“You’d probably laugh if I told you what I’ve been thinking,” I said feeling a little blush start to rise on my cheeks.
“You’ve told me everything else without my laughing.” She looked at me, her eyebrows raised in anticipation, waiting for me to spill my guts as I usually did.
I sighed heavily, and sank back into the comfort of the brocade wing-backed chair. “The club,” I whispered, “I’ve been thinking about the club.”
She looked momentarily startled. “You mean the sex club that everyone was whispering about a few months ago?”
“Exactly!”
Her eyes lit up and she leaned forward, interested. “Something in particular happen?”
“Oh no!”
“Just a fantasy?”
“Of course.
