Locking the door behind her, she made her way to the club entrance. Well past ten p.m., she noticed the parking lot was filling rather quickly with eager bodies ready for their night to begin. The club was built in a remote area where only a few warehouses shared the roughly five-mile clearing, giving the members plenty of privacy when they arrived. The owner thought of everything, all the way down to the security cameras strategically placed on the various electrical poles and towers as far back as a mile in either direction. That little bit of information she heard while eavesdropping on a group of security personnel one night. Months prior, Sydney Carter’s close friend and co-worker, Tonya, brought her as a guest on Beginner’s Night, a once a week open house event at the club. It was designed so that newcomers could explore the BDSM lifestyle. It afforded a chance to see whether or not it truly suited them, or if the reason for their curiosity was those damn Fifty Shades of Grey books every housewife was ranting and raving about.
