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love has made an appearance. I will talk with the owner and have the paperwork readied. In the meantime you need to get a complete physical. The club will need paperwork saying you are clean. It is standard procedure for a club like this and has to be done every four months. Also, this is a good club, but back when your parents were involved, it was not as…” Adam looked off for a second. “Not as crowded. The members were more exclusive. Your parents were a big part of that, limiting the number of people who were allowed memberships. We are trying to return things back to more of the way it was, and the last few months we have narrowed it down even more. Not only limiting who gets a membership, but who comes through as a guest. We have not been granting a lot of membership renewals. I can’t guarantee an entry, but like I said, I will talk with the other Masters.”

Now, ten years after I had first heard about The Red Door, I was finally going to go in. I sat in my car looking over at the red door feeling that this moment was predestined someway, somehow. It was eight p.m. Friday night. The club didn’t open its doors until nine. Adam told me to come early to see the layout and get comfortable before being thrust into the thick of things. I stepped out and looked down at my black dress and four inch heels hoping they were good. I had curled my hair and pulled back part of it with some pins. I knocked on the door knowing they knew I was here. I had to give my name at the gate and could see a camera from where I was standing. It was almost reassuring that they recorded that I was going in the club. After Becca’s assessment and Holly’s detailed description, I almost wondered if I would look different when I came out. I decided I wouldn’t—at least, not tonight. Both Adam and the owner were going to accompany me until I knew what I wanted. Adam didn’t tell me anything else, and he handled the paperwork to get me into the club. I never spoke with anyone besides him, but I trusted him enough to know he would make sure I proceeded slowly.
    When the door opened, it revealed a gorgeous man with dark brown hair pulled back in a ponytail and brown eyes. Standing at least six inches above my five-foot-ten high-heeled status with solid muscles, I quit breathing. He was wearing black slacks hung low on the hips, and a solid black t-shirt that had to be painted on because it was so tight. I could feel my body heating up at the sight. Of course, my next thought was, “I wonder if all of him is this big?” Then, I caught myself staring and jerked my head up as I caught his lips twitch.
    “This way, Miss Hammond.” Oh purrrrr. The way he said my name and the sensation it caused, I didn’t wonder if I would make it out the door different. Hell, I was beginning to wonder if I would even make it in the door without being different. I was ready to lie down and do whatever this fine specimen asked of me.
    “Miss Hammond?” Oh, yes, that was me. Sex-starved twenty-one-year-old virgin walking into a BDSM club looking for freedom with panties wet enough to wring out… wasn’t that a lovely thought.
    “Coming, Mr.… What is your name, Sir?” He looked back from leading me across the entryway to an office. He smiled down those six inches, and it was a lethal smile.
    “Not yet, Miss Hammond, but you will be. Oh, you can keep calling me Sir.”
    “Oh, damn.” I gulped. His smile became bigger before he turned to walk around the desk.
    The office was large with black furniture and grey walls. The light fixture that hung from the ceiling had a rustic circle with lights that looked like fat candles. There were matching sconces on the wall by the pictures. There were only two pictures in the office; one hung over the fireplace and one behind the desk. With the dark décor, the touch of bright colors in the black and white pictures drew your eye to them. The one above the fireplace had a woman in front of a fire, actually this