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the phone, I look around the warehouse behind my newest show room. It used to sit empty but I talked the landlord into leasing it to me for super cheap, told him I needed the extra storage.
    There’s only a small side door down a back alley as the entrance so no one would ever want to rent it but for every reason they didn’t want it, is the exact reason I did.
    It’s secluded.
    My employees who run the showroom floor for our custom built homes and restoration projects will never know it’s back here, and any new members of our private club would never put the two businesses being owned by the same people.
    It’s perfect.
    Becca is one of the very few people who know I’m behind the entire place. Everything is a secret and that’s the main point.
    People who just want to live loosely, find their release, indulge in whatever kink they’re into, but in a safe environment, will come here, but with one rule: No identities. Everyone will wear masks to cover their faces and all names will be fictional.
    I want to provide a fun, safe place so anyone interested in coming here has to become a member and sign a code of conduct along with submitting fingerprints, background checks and most importantly, STD tests. So yes, it’s not 100% anonymous but very close to it.
    To get it started, I went to a few clubs wearing my mask and hand picked a few people, Becca being one of them. She was so interested in helping me that I added her on as my partner, well kind of. Though she’s not legally responsible, like I am.
    So far things are going well and we have thirty members.
    We’ll only be open Thursday, Friday and Saturday nights with each night focusing on a different kind of kink. There are tons of sex clubs and BDSM clubs around but not one place that caters to everyone. I’m hoping this will be the place to bridge that gap.
    Since I’m a contractor by trade, I’ve created the best, most cohesive space that will work for all nights, with moveable walls to create the space and mood for that particular night.
    Thursday nights will be for our couples who are looking to swing or welcome new people into their lives. I’ve created a cocktail area in the middle of the place with closed off rooms along the edges for people to have fun but in a more private setting. In front of these rooms will be couches for people who like to watch as other people fuck. We will offer a full bar with a two drink limit.
    Friday night will be a complete BDSM club with spanking benches, crosses and every whip, cane or flogger anyone could ever want. The walls are removed so the place is one big open room. There will be certain sections set up with couches in front for people to enjoy the scenes. On Fridays the bar will be closed to ensure that everyone is in their right state of mind.
    Saturday will be a mixture of both. The room will go back to the center cocktail area with the same two-limit rule on cocktails. Whatever kink the members want is accepted but only light BDSM play will be allowed.
    And there you have it, hopefully something for everyone.
    I just hope it’s what I need.
    I’ve been lost since Kim took her life and no matter what I did to ignore it, I still had these needs that I couldn’t fight anymore. Forget ever wanting a relationship with another woman. I’ve already had my forever.
    I tried going to other clubs just for my release but once I laid eyes on the woman I was having sex with, it would feel like my heart was being ripped out. As one desire was being met, another was tearing me apart inside and the loss of Kim became even stronger in my heart, making me leave the club in a bigger bundle of nerves than when I arrived.
    My life was turning into a slow, downward spiral, hell. This place is my last hope. I need to move on, or at least move on with the part of my life that I can actually change.
    After I finish cleaning up, I walk into Rickhouse located on Kearny Street downtown. It’s the only bar I’ll go to and as I