Page 63 of The Breaking Point

When a gorgeous woman entered the office wearing a pencil skirt and blazer, I was extra confused.

She looks like an accountant. Albeit a sexy one.

“Ms. Dallas,” Serena said, her voice smooth as honey. She held out her hand. “Lovely to meet you.”

“You know my name?”

Serena sat down across from me and opened her laptop. “We make it a point to know who everyone is that comes through our doors. Now, I hear that you know a few of our esteemed patrons. Although we appreciate referrals and new membership trials, please know that to enjoy everything we have to offer, you’ll have to eventually join and pay a membership fee.”

“Oh. That makes sense.”

Serena typed something and then glanced at me. “What brought you to our club? Anything in particular?”

I felt a little like I was at a store and being asked if I needed help picking out curtains. “Uh, I’m not sure. I’m just exploring my options.”

“Of course.” Serena typed for a moment. “At the Scarlet Rope, we pride ourselves on offering a variety of kinks and fetishes for our members to enjoy. Truly nothing is off-limits, as long as everyone consents beforehand.”

Her expression turned serious. “We have a zero-tolerance policy here. Anyone caught harassing or disregarding another member’s boundaries will be placed on probation and thoroughly investigated. If the member is found to be in violation, they will be removed and banned from the club entirely.”

I was impressed—and intimidated.

Serena brought out some paperwork and explained more about how the club worked and how much it would be to join. It also involved signing an NDA that she assured me was backed up by some pretty powerful attorneys.

“You guys don’t mess around,” I said jokingly.

Serena’s smile was catlike. “Indeed.”

After some more discussion, I decided to sign up for a thirty-day membership at a discounted rate. Serena assured me that if I decided the club wasn’t the right fit for me, there would be no hard feelings.

In all honesty, I wasn’t even sure I really wanted to enjoy the club as a real patron. I just wanted to understand why Brady liked this place.

After I signed what felt like a hundred documents, Serena shook my hand again and said, “Welcome to the Scarlet Rope. We’re so happy you’ve joined us.”

“Although you can wear whatever you like,” Serena had said as I was about to leave, “we usually recommend something other than jeans.”

She’d winked at me, even as I’d blushed at the gentle criticism. I drove straight to a sex shop nearby. I wondered how many club patrons also went here, but after signing that ironclad NDA, I knew I had to keep my mouth shut.

I’d never been to a sex shop before. After going inside, I nearly started giggling like an idiot at the wide array of dildos on one wall.

Some dildos looked just like penises in a variety of skin tones. Some dildos were more colorful. I picked up a sparkly purple one that seemed absurdly large.

How did anyone get that inside them?I wondered.

“Do you need help looking for anything?” the store clerk asked. She had pink hair, a bunch of piercings, and arms covered in tattoos.

I placed the purple dildo back. “Uh, just some lingerie. I think.”

The clerk showed me to their clothing section. I was impressed at the sheer variety: not just lingerie, but all kinds of costumes. Sexy maids, sexy nurses, sexy teachers, sexy scientists, and even sexy clowns.

I went through the racks, wondering what Brady would like. I ended up picking out a skimpy leather dress, lacy black panties, and some stilettos with spikes on the heels.

If I wanted to join a sex club, I needed to look the part.

But with my purchases in hand, I didn’t want to go home. The last thing I needed was my parents asking me questions.

I called Kelly. She’d been so busy with grad school that we hadn’t seen each other in weeks. I also hadn’t told her about all my recent exploits.

Fortunately, Kelly was free and told me to come straight to her place for some wine and a nice long chat.

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