• A glimpse into

    The Dining Club...

    Welcome to the Dining Club. If you fail the challenges we set, you will go no further. If you pass, a world of pleasure awaits.

    The room they walked into was so elegant that it took Grace’s breath away. It was a large bedroom and sitting room combined, with a king-size curtained bed taking up most of the right-hand wall, its long, creamy peach-coloured drapes falling in elegant folds to the deep, pale moss-green carpet. The two tall windows had matching curtains, draped along the top and then hanging in columns to the floor, while the rest of the room had a peach-coloured chaise longue and three matching large velvet armchairs that looked big enough for two people to sit in. Close to one window were two small delicate cream chairs with circular backs. The glass-topped coffee table in the middle of the room had a small vase of peach and white roses standing in the middle.

    ‘It’s beautiful!’ she exclaimed, drinking it in and mentally storing it up for use in a period play some time in the future.

    David smiled. ‘I hoped you’d like it. Take a look at the bathroom – it’s through this door here.’

    Opening some double doors he stood back to let her go through first. Her initial thought was that it was a drawing room, but then she realised that the floor wasn’t covered in carpet but in tiles cleverly designed to look like carpet. In an alcove on the right a deep, claw-footed bath was flanked by a large, soft chair, but one without arms. On the other side of the room there was a small alcove with a basin and shelves, and directly opposite the bath there was an ornate mirror that ran from the ceiling to the floor.

    ‘I don’t know what to say,’ she confessed. ‘It’s all out of this world. I imagined it would be far more modern. The house looked new from the outside.’

    ‘Some of the suites are modern. I guessed, given your line of work, you’d appreciate the thought that had gone into this design. And of course it’s very comfortable,’ he added with a laugh.

    ‘Have you stayed here a lot?’ asked Grace, as they went back into the main room.

    ‘A few times over the past three years.’

    She wondered if his other girlfriends had liked it as much as she did. She imagined they would have done. It was hard to think of any woman not liking it. The entire suite could have been designed as a backdrop for sensual pleasures.

    David was opening a small fridge that was concealed by one of the panels in the wall by the door. ‘I think it’s time we had some Champagne.’

    Grace wandered over to the window, looking out at the trees, the immaculate expanse of lawn and carefully tended flower borders that made up the garden. All at once she felt the touch of an ice-cold glass against the back of her neck. She turned and David handed her a Champagne flute. ‘To our weekend at the Dining Club,’ he said.

    She’d only taken one sip when he gently took the glass out of her hand, put it down on the window ledge and turning her to face him cradled the sides of her face and neck in his hands as he bent to kiss her.

    The kiss was soft at first, and then he gently sucked on her lower lip, drawing it into his mouth for a few seconds before releasing it and then repeating the action. She relaxed into his hands, and felt his tongue sliding beneath her upper lip, running from side to side as she moved her whole body into his.


    ‘That will do for now,’ he murmured, ‘we’ll finish later on.’

    ‘You bit me!’ said Grace accusingly.

    David shook his head. ‘I nipped your skin, and you liked it.’

    ‘I didn’t like it.’

    ‘But your body liked it. Be truthful.’

    Confused and bewildered she nodded, her cheeks flushed with shame. Kissing her lightly on the forehead he began to help her get her clothes back on. ‘Later,’ he murmured.

    ‘I don’t want to wait until later,’ protested Grace.

    ‘Come on. Let’s drink our Champagne, and I’ll explain more about this weekend.’

    Feeling thoroughly frustrated, Grace finished straightening her clothes. David was already seated on one of the large chairs by the glass-topped table. As she walked past him he caught hold of her, pulling her down into the chair with him.

    She tried to wriggle free. ‘Let me go, you’ve annoyed me.’

    ‘My darling Gracie, I wasn’t trying to annoy you. I suppose I was half-testing you and half-preparing you for this evening. Come on, drink some Champagne with me.’

    ‘What do you mean, “preparing me” for this evening?’ she asked, finally taking a sip of the Champagne but refusing to snuggle up against him.

    ‘As you’ve clearly suspected from the beginning, this isn’t going to be an ordinary weekend break,’ said David, resting one arm along the back of the chair so that his fingertips brushed against the nape of her neck.

    ‘You’d better explain exactly what you mean,’ responded Grace, wishing that he’d stop touching her as she was still aroused but unsatisfied.

    He nodded in agreement. ‘We’ve been going out together for six months now, and I felt the time was right to introduce you to another part of my life. It’s a very important part, and obviously I’m hoping that you’ll share my enthusiasm for it, but I’ll understand if you don’t. I’ll be sorry, but I’ll understand.’

    Grace took another sip of her Champagne. ‘I don’t know what you’re talking about, but I have a feeling it’s something I definitely need to know, especially as…’

    ‘Especially as what?’ he asked quietly.

    She sensed that to tell him how much she cared for him would be a mistake. ‘As I thought we knew each other pretty well already. No one likes to discover their judgement of someone is totally wrong, especially me, as I need to be a good judge of character in my line of work.’

    ‘Grace, most people keep parts of themselves hidden from the rest of the world. Haven’t you any deep, dark secrets or feelings that you never vocalise?’

    ‘No, I haven’t,’ she retorted, her anxiety rising with every word he spoke.

    His fingers stopped moving against the nape of her neck. ‘This club isn’t really a dining club. It’s a club for people with specialised sexual needs and desires. They come here so that they can enjoy themselves safe in the knowledge that they’re surrounded by like-minded people.’

    Grace frowned. ‘Why do they need a dining room for that? There are plenty of clubs in London that cater for all kinds of sexual tastes.’

    ‘True, but sometimes people need a place to bring someone they’re involved with who doesn’t know some of their, shall we say, more unusual sexual needs. This is a safe place for them to find out if that person can ever be happy sharing their world, or if the relationship is doomed to failure because they can’t.’

    Remembering the way her lover’s teeth had closed over her soft inner thighs, causing her moments of genuine pain, Grace began to understand what he meant. ‘Can you explain more about the dining room?’

    ‘There are four tables, five if you count the top table, but you don’t need to get involved with that. Each table is numbered from one to five. As you noticed, every table seats three people. This is because at every table there are two people like you and me, who are here to discover whether they are well-suited sexually or not, and either another club member or one of the staff. Needless to say, all of the staff here have a very wide range of sexual skills.

    ‘Tonight you and I will sit at table one. If the evening goes well, and you want to come back next month, we’ll sit at table two. This means that each month there is only ever one new guest, as all the visitors either progress up the tables or choose to leave. If two people leave after the same weekend, then a member of staff fills in at the higher table. We like to keep the novices coming, for the benefit of our members.’

    ‘Is every novice, as you put it, female?’ queried Grace, who although shocked was surprised to realise that she was also beginning to feel a sense of totally unexpected excitement.

    ‘No, we do have female members, and sometimes they bring along a new male partner, but it’s predominantly women who are our guests.’

    ‘Much more fun for all you men then,’ remarked Grace.

    David turned so that he could look directly into her eyes. ‘Everyone gets pleasure from the dining trials. Sometimes people fail, or choose to stop something one evening, and then of course they’re free to go. They can’t come back to the Dining Club, there is only ever one chance to succeed at all the levels, but I promise you that women can get more pleasure here than they have ever imagined in their wildest dreams.’

    ‘Believe me, if you succeed, we will be closer than ever. There won’t be any secrets between us anymore.’

    ‘I didn’t know there were before,’ she pointed out, her voice trembling.

    He sighed. ‘I realise that, and I regret it, but I had to be sure about us. It’s only because I care for you so much that I now want to be totally honest with you.’

    Realising that this might well be the key to making him love her as she loved him, a terrible thought struck her. ‘What if you’re wrong about me? What if I fail because I don’t enjoy all these things you’re talking about – and right now I can’t imagine anything worse than having sex with strangers, not even the kind of sex I’m used to – what will happen to us?’

    An expression of sadness crossed his face, and she realised she’d never seen him look sad before.

    ‘You leave the Dining Club, and we part as friends,’ he said softly. ‘We’ll have had some great times along the way, won’t we? But there wouldn’t be any point in keeping the relationship going, as it won’t be able to grow. Don’t worry though. I’m not wrong about you. Your body soaks up pleasure like a sponge. Now you’ll have the opportunity to experience ecstasy beyond your wildest dreams.’

    His deep voice enveloped her like a cloak, but part of her knew that it was a cloak of darkness.

    ‘I’m afraid,’ she whispered against his chest.

    His hands caressed her hair, his fingers stroking her scalp. ‘There’s nothing to be afraid of; I’ll be with you all the time. Even if I’m only watching, I’ll be there.

    ‘Do it for me, Grace, for both of us. Trust me, you’ll never regret it.’

    He fixed his eyes on hers, as though trying to see into her soul, and Grace stood motionless, struggling with conflicting emotions as she tried to decide whether she wanted to leave now, or stay and take part in what the Dining Club was offering: a dangerous journey of sexual self-discovery for the sake of love.

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