What the fuck had just happened? But more importantly, who the fuck is she going on a date with?

Flynn had just been about to head back to work for the evening when bitchface Ms. Boltstead arrived on his doorstep. He knew she was trying to get Alice taken away from him because of the club. Before Zansi burst in in all her amazing fucking glory, Ms. Boltstead had been yammering on about how inappropriate the club was for raising a young girl.

Ms. Boltstead made it sound like he ran a sex trafficking ring and Alice would someday be on the seller’s block. He had felt his temper rising and just before he lost his cool, Zansi appeared looking like every man’s fantasy. And somehow that pissed him off too.

Flynn went in search of Vera and Alice. He found Vera burping the baby in the nursery.

“Is everything okay?” Flynn asked Vera.

Vera smiled. “Yes, I’m sorry I called my niece, but I didn’t know what to do.”

Flynn shook his head. “No, don’t be sorry, Vera. You just saved Alice from spending the night in the custody of the Department of Health and Human Services.”

Vera hugged Alice tight. “Never!”

“I’ve got to head back out to work. Are you okay until morning?”

She smiled and waved him off. “We’re more than fine. You go to work and don’t worry about a thing here. I’d forgotten how much I love babies. I needed this; I wasn’t ready to retire.”

Flynn harrumphed. “We’re the lucky ones, Vera. I’ll see you in the morning.”

***

“Hmmm?” Zansi asked distractedly. She was still trying to decide if kissing Flynn had been part of her fantasy or reality. His lips were so soft and gentle. Her whole body hummed with need. She felt like one giant nerve that was pulsating with sexual desire.

“Zansi!” Avi almost shouted.

“What?” Zansi answered with a hint of anger for pulling her out of her thoughts of Flynn.

“Myra was just asking you how long you thought it would be until you made partner at the clinic?”

Myra, being her brother’s love interest and the brother of the most boring date alive.

“Um … I’ve never really thought about it. I think handling the financial side of things would take me away from my babies. And the babies are the whole reason I became a doctor.”

Myra laughed. “How can you stand crying babies’ day in and day out?”

Zansi was pretty easy going and always tried to be polite like her parents raised her. But sometimes she had no patience for ignorant people.

“Babies are the miracle of life. Sometimes I am privileged enough to see the very first gulp of air that goes into a baby’s lungs. There’s no other feeling like it,” she insisted.

Her brother shook his head slightly to tell her not to make a fuss.

“Kind of like winning a big case in court,” someone said from down the table. Everyone laughed but Zansi.

“If you’ll excuse me for a moment, I have to check in with the hospital,” she lied.

Zansi made her way to the bathroom and locked the door. She felt exposed, like she was burning up from the inside out.

Setting her purse down, Zansi sat down and leaned back against the toilet. She pulled her dress up around her waist and began to stroke herself through her red thong. Slowly at first and then she slipped her fingers under the material and began to strum her clit.

She could still feel Flynn’s mouth on hers. The sweet urgency as he deepened the kiss. She ached with need. She needed to feel his touch on her body. What would it feel like if his mouth was where her fingers were?

A light sheen of sweat formed on her upper lip as she imagined Flynn’s tongue slowly licking and dipping inside of her.

The crescendo built until she had to stifle a cry when she orgasmed. The spasms jolted her until they quieted, and she could take a full breath.

Rising, she fixed her thong and dress and made her way to the sink. As she washed her hands, Zansi studied herself and made a decision.

She pulled her phone out and dialed the number Simone had given her.

“Good evening, Club Bliss, this is Chris Bloom the manager, how may I help you?”

Zansi cleared her throat. “Um … Hi, my name is Zansi Patel and I would like to speak with you about possibly joining your club.”

“That’s wonderful, Ms. Patel. When would you have a couple of hours to fill out the necessary forms to see if you would qualify?”

Zansi bit her lip. “Um … I have tomorrow morning off, is that too soon?”

“No, not at all. We try to accommodate your schedule when we can. How about eight AM?”

“That’s fine,” Zansi said with little certainty in her voice.

“Great, I will text you the address to this number.”

“Okay, thank you. Bye.”

A few minutes later, a ping sounded on her phone. The address for Club Bliss stared back at her. No backing down now. She felt a little sick to her stomach, but that could have more to do with the disastrously boring date that was waiting for her at the dinner table. She just had to get through tonight.

***

After several hours answering questions, some the same questions asked in a myriad of ways, Zansi sat at the desk of Chris Bloom, Manager of Club Bliss.

“Wow, that’s a lot of money,” Zansi whispered as she read the financial agreement.

Chris, a good-looking guy that looked like he was straight out of business school, nodded.

“Yes, it’s a substantial yearly obligation, but it’s not cheap to run a club like this and hire professionals, such as former special forces security teams, up to the minute security equipment, and believe it or not, masters with degrees in psychology, human behavior, and medicine. There are no cutting corners at Club Bliss.”

“Right, I can see you run a top-notch business here. But tell me, this price doesn’t include the actual appointments, correct?” Zansi asked, trying to keep the shock out of her voice.

“That’s right. Each appointment is priced based on time. See that scale at the right, that’s how much per hour. Every master makes the same amount, it’s the time that differentiates the price amount. But, let me tell you, if your application is approved here at Club Bliss, you have thirty days to decide if you want to stay a member. If after the first scene or encounter, you decide it’s not for you, you get a full refund, minus the scene, of course.”

Zansi nodded. That was fair. She still couldn’t believe she was here having this conversation. In the years past, her shyness would have never let her take this step. She was a little proud of how far she had come in overcoming her debilitating shyness. That didn’t mean that she wasn’t terrified of what she was agreeing to.

“Okay, so I’m just going to go over what the algorithms have indicated on what you may enjoy. You have indicated that you would like to start with the Virginal Chamber. I think that’s a good fit.”

Zansi coughed. “Why … Why is that?” How could he or the computer possibly know that she was an actual virgin?

“Well, many of our members begin with the Virginal Chamber. It’s kind of an introduction to what we have to offer. Nothing too intense. With that said, the algorithms indicated that you would possibly like rough sex, bondage, the use of various sex toys, yes to the soft flogger but no to the paddle. You are definitely not a candidate for sadomasochism which as you probably know, sadism, combines the pleasure in the infliction of pain or humiliation of another person, with masochism, which refers to gratification from receiving the same. But here’s what’s odd to me, it says you would enjoy a dominant sex partner but that you do not want to be submissive. It also says you are not interested in being a dominant.”

“What’s so strange about that?” Zansi asked.

“Well, I’ve never seen it before. You’re neither a dominant or a submissive personality. You can be both if you choose, deciding on what your mood is. But I’ve never seen no partiality to being either. I guess it might mean that you would enjoy a dominant in the bedroom, but you want to hold as much power as them. How that will work, I have no idea. And thankfully not my area of expertise.”

Zansi looked at her watch. She needed to get to work soon. “So, what happens now?”

Chris smiled and clasped his hands together. “Now, all this paperwork goes to my boss, the owner of Club Bliss. If he thinks you would be a good fit, he will forward all your paperwork on to the psychologists and medical staff to work up a dossier on you. After you have paid the yearly fee online, we will electronically send you the dossier for you to review. If everything is acceptable to you, you can go online and make your first appointment. At some point, the owner of the club will sit down with you to meet you and ask you if the club is meeting your needs, and if not, what we can do to fix that.”

Zansi stood and held out her hand to Chris. “Okay, I need to get to work, so I guess I will just wait to hear from you regarding my application.”

Chris smiled. “Sounds good. I don’t see problems with your application. You should hear from me in a day or so,” he said, shaking her hand.

***

“You have got to be fucking kidding me!” Flynn growled as he opened the file folder of the newest member application.

“What’s the problem? I think she would be a great fit here. She’s a little shy, but don’t those turn out to be the most shocking in the chambers?” Chris replied, chuckling.

Flynn instantly wanted to punch his manager in the face, hard.

“I’ll take a look at this, is there anything else? I have a ton of work to do.”

Chris took the hint and waved as he walked out of his office.

Flynn looked down at the file with Zansi’s picture on the left side of the file. She was dressed for work with her hair pulled back into her tight bun at the nape of her neck.

His cock had been hard since he saw her in that red dress last night. He’d dreamt about her and that red dress. In his dream, she was smiling and kneeling in front of him. He could see a tease of her tits from the top of her dress, and they were spectacular. From what he was used to, they were on the small side but apparently that was perfection to him because he had never had such a visceral reaction to any woman's tits.

Her hair was long and flowing around her shoulders. She looked up at him with a need to match his with her hypnotic beautiful dark eyes. Her red lips were slightly parted as she raised her hands and unbuttoned his jeans. A mischievous smile played on her lips as she slowly pulled the jeans down to discover he wasn’t wearing anything underneath. His hard cock sprang out bouncing and ready to be in her sweet mouth.

His dark beauty opened her mouth to taste him and that’s when he heard the baby crying.

He felt like weeping, he so wanted to feel her mouth on his cock. Dream or no dream. Instead, he gripped his cock and jacked off remembering his dream. He then got up and showered so he could relieve Vera and she could go home.

He’d spent the day with Alice and thoroughly enjoyed their time together. Since the doc changed her formula, she hardly ever cried. She was a joy and his love for her was stronger every day. There was no way in fuck he was letting anyone take her away from him.

Which brought him back to his present situation. He needed to talk to Zansi about what happened last night. Were they hypothetically engaged? And if so, how exactly that was going to play out. And, equally important, was he going to let Zansi become a member of Club Bliss?

He had no objections to her enjoying the club, but in so joining the club, she would be in the chambers with other men or women, and that was fucking unacceptable to him. Did that make him an asshole? Probably. He had never felt this possessive need before. It wasn’t just a need, or a mere craving. Hardly so, no, Flynn wanted to fucking own Zansi Patel. He wanted to mark her, let the world know that she belonged to him and only him. And therein lay the problem, it just didn’t work that way in a sex club. Sharing and playing well with others was mandatory, not a suggestion. Fuck me.