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“I doubt she’s looking to add a third, but she might be open to checking out the club,” I say slowly, and the more I think about it, the more perfect it sounds. It would be a great way to take her out in public while being free from judgment.

Alyx pulls out his wallet and hands me a black plastic card with the club’s logo on the front. Flipping it over in my hands, I see his name embossed on the back and what looks like a membership ID number. “Show them this, and they’ll let you in. It shows I’m vouching for you. You just gotta follow the club rules, cool?”

“Cool. Thanks, bro.”

“No problem, I got you.”

CHAPTER26

Ethan

We walk into the club,Bridget nervously clutching my arm as we approach security. It took a little convincing to get her on board, but a few pops of my dimple, followed by multiple orgasms and some last resort begging about it being my birthday, and here we are.

“Relax, this’ll be fun. I’ve got you, hellcat, promise,” I whisper into her ear. She nods and swallows, my eyes tracking the way her throat bobs.

“Welcome to Pulse,” the hostess greets us. “Are you members?”

“No, but I have this,” I say as I hand her Alyx’s card. Bridget looks at me quizzically. I lean down into her ear. “It’s Alyx’s. He won’t tell anyone we’re here, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“Is he here tonight?”

“Nah, he’s at the restaurant,” I reassure her as I reach down and squeeze her ass. I can feel the way her body shivers at my touch.

“I’ll need both of your IDs and phones. We have a strict no-phone policy in the club. For the privacy of our guests, we don’t allow videos or photos to be taken inside. We’ll hold on to your phones and IDs until you leave. You can retrieve them here on your way out. Are you familiar with the club’s rules and bracelet system?”

We shake our heads, and she continues, “Here at Pulse, your safety is our primary concern. Our members are thoroughly vetted with extensive background checks. All members pay a yearly fee and must produce regular STI tests for full access to the club. Failure to do so will limit access to parts and perks of the club. Members are awarded two guest passes a year, and guests using those passes have limited access to the club and its members. As Alyx’s guests, you have access to the main room of the club and the private rooms. However, you’re not allowed to invite anyone in the club to join you in any activities without a clean STI test on file. You can only partake in consensual play between the two of you. Normally, a guest pass would only give you access to the main room, but since Alyx is also an employee, we can make an exception for you.”

My eyebrows shoot up, and I try to hide the look of surprise on my face. He’s also an employee? Why the fuck would he keep that secret from me? Finding out he also works at a sex club would be less shocking than the sight I have burned into my brain of walking in on him balls-deep inside multiple partners. I’m not yucking his yum, but I’d just prefer a warning so I don’t have to see my friend in compromising positions.

“Alyx works here too? Did you know?” Bridget whispers in my ear while the hostess’s back is turned.

“I had no clue,” I whisper back. “But I’m not surprised. I’m pretty sure that’s not something he advertises at the restaurant in front of Mina and Dre.”

Our hostess continues, “We have a full bar with a two-drink maximum for the safety of all patrons and employees. No drug use is permitted in the club. And we have a zero-tolerance policy regarding hate speech, bullying, and violence. There’s no warnings for that, you’ll just be immediately removed from the club and banned.”

Pointing to a sign on the wall, she recites the color-coding from memory as we follow along.

“Black means only watching.”

“Blue means open to men joining.”

“Pink means open to women joining.”

“Green means open for anyone to join.”

“Yellow means here with someone, not open to adding anyone.”

“Red means looking for a sub.”

“White means looking for a dom.”

I glance at Bridget to see her reaction. Her eyes darken as she looks at me, and her earlier fears are nowhere to be seen.

The hostess’s voice breaks our focus as she asks, “Do you know what color bracelet you’d like? Without an STI test on file, you won’t be able to seek out other partners in the club, so black and yellow are your only options for now.”

Confident in my choice based on our earlier conversation, I say, “Black.”

“Yellow,” Bridget says at the same time as me.

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