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strappy sandals on the carpet.
           “It’s beautiful.” The dress was black
velvet, soft beneath her fingers. She was touched.
           Then she thought she was having an attack
her heart pounded so hard. Her breath choked off in her throat.
           An envelope lay on top of all the pretty
lingerie. A cream-colored envelope with curlicue font spelling out the name
Regina.
           “I was there.” He was beside her, a warm
presence.
           She turned. “Brett, I—”
           He covered her lips with his fingers. “You
don’t need to explain. Just indulge yourself.”
           She searched his eyes for something. A
spark of spite. Condemnation. There was only the same warmth as when he’d told
her to put her parents’ china wherever she wanted. And beneath that, a flare of
heat equal to that when he’d opened his robe on the terrace and began stroking
his cock.
           He leaned forward, sucked her lower lip
into his mouth, then kissed her hard. Finally he whispered, “Think of it as an
invitation to pleasure. Get dressed. I’ll be waiting for you.”
           Then he backed away. She was still staring
at the envelope when she heard the front door of the condo close.
           She’d gone to a sex club, for God’s sake,
and he actually encouraged her to go again. He’d bought beautiful clothes for
her to wear, and he’d said he’d be waiting for her.
           Virginia was suddenly dying to explore a
few more of Brett’s hidden depths.
           
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           The dress was sexy yet elegant. A scooped
cowl neck draped her bosom, revealing nothing unless she leaned too far
forward, yet it offered the promise of what lay beneath the velvet. Sexy and
decadent. Only Brett would know about the lace-trimmed openings of the bra
through which her nipples fit perfectly. The subtle shift of the holes with her
every movement made her feel as if a warm mouth sucked at her constantly.
           He’d provided a garter belt and stockings
but no panties. Her pussy was bare beneath the elegant velvet dress, wet before
she even stepped through the doors of The Sex Club.
           Brett had created a fantasy for her. How
sweet. Maybe a little strange, but somehow the atmosphere at the club bothered
her less than his seduction on the terrace. He was giving her a kinky fantasy,
nothing more.
           Being later in the evening than she and the
girls had arrived last week, and also perhaps because it was Saturday night,
she had to wait in line to submit her invitation. A waiter, dressed in a black
tuxedo, offered her champagne to sip as the line moved forward. Tonight,
everyone dressed as if they were attending a black-and-white ball.
           Virginia smiled to herself, wondering how
the men were going to find their way beneath the long ball gowns. Her dress was
cocktail short, the full skirt resting midthigh. Brett wouldn’t have any
trouble finding the tops of her stockings.
           Her turn, but when she handed over the
envelope, she was given another in return and told to open it as she stood at
the bottom of the stairs.
           Formal skirts brushed her legs as she set
her champagne on a table and moved aside to read Brett’s instructions. A hand
lightly caressed her bottom, but when she turned, a sea of faces floated by.
Anyone could have touched her.
           A key fell out of the envelope into her
hand, and the accompanying note was written in Brett’s neat script.
           “Up the stairs to the third floor, turn
right, and enter the fourth room on the left.”
           The third floor. The private rooms. Stacy
had told her about them.
           She floated up the stairs with the crowd.
Unlike last Friday night, she didn’t notice anyone having sex in the halls or
the alcoves, just couples in their fancy dress.
           Unable to contain her curiosity, she tapped
a woman on the shoulder. “Is there a