Her heels clicked on the marble tiled floor as she walked towards the ornately carved door. Kamikaze butterflies nose-dived in her stomach. You want this, she admonished herself. Stop being a coward! The elite sex club was frequented by some of the most influential people in the city. Completely exclusive, the club ensured its invitations were all but impossible to get. For years, Jenna had thought it nothing more than an urban legend, titillating stories swapped at parties. Still, the idea had lingered, spurring dozens of erotic fantasies. Unable to stop thinking about it, she’d begun the arduous process of seeking out members. A few sly questions here and there at cocktail parties and events had eventually led her to a reliable source of information. Now, she was finally here, on the brink of exploring her darkest desires. Jenna didn’t truly fit the clientele, of course. She moved within society, but as a tolerated oddity. The illegitimate daughter of a wealthy businessman and a maid, Jenna couldn’t say that her father hadn’t supported her.
