Page 61 of Promise Kept

“Do we know who these people are?” Larissa asks.

“No,” I say. “There’s no need for that. Some of the people who are here together don’t know each other’s names. That’s a decision made beforehand.”

“So people can come here with someone already or just show up…”

“It’s not exactly the kind of business where you just show up… but, yes. You have to think beyond it all, Larissa. Let’s say someone has a fantasy about being tied up. They may not have the ability to pursue that in their everyday life. Even if they are with someone. Might be too risky. Too complicated. So they can make the arrangements here. We also have what I consider to be a professional staff of… providers…”

Larissa swallows hard at that statement.

So, yes, Larissa, let’s pretend for a second that you’ve never had anal sex. And you’re interested in it. You don’t feel comfortable pursuing it on your own. So you make arrangements here. You can choose… man or woman… you can choose what you want…

Meaning you can show up, get down on your belly and let someone just gently touch. Play. Explore. We’ll have codes to make things continue or stop.

Let’s say you decide you want someone inside you. Back there.

You choose exactly what you want.

Size. Shape. Hard. Soft. Fast. Slow.

It’s almost eerie, as I finish that thought Larissa suddenly grabs my hand.

I feel her shaking.

I know there’s zero chance in talking her out of this.

“Have you done this before?”

The question feels like some admission of guilt.

But who am I to lie to her?

“Of course I have,” I say. “I own the place, Larissa. It’s been a long time though. I haven’t been here to check on the operations in a very long time.”

“Ellis, are you nervous?”

“Not at all,” I say. “Everything is exactly what it’s supposed to be. Being nervous is the body fighting something it isn’t sure of. Only you can decide if it’s something worth running from.”

Larissa looks up at me. “You’re going to stand next to me the entire time?”

“Of course I am,” I say to her.

I stare down at her and we keep walking.

The moment strikes me that this is the perfect opportunity to stop, grab Larissa, and kiss her.

In the depth of the what is quite honestly a secret underground sex club.

My secret underground sex club.

Her secret underground sex club…

I remind myself I’m twice her age.

I remind myself I’ve watched her grow into a woman.

I remind myself she’s my best friend’s daughter.

Arguing in my head.

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