Infatuation (Club Destiny 4)

Two hours later, McKenna was putting the finishing touches on the story she prepared. It wasn’t going to be anything radical, nor would it probably get a lot of attention, but it was the answer to the threat that the newspaper article implied.

“Will you read over this?” she asked Tag when he reappeared in the living room. He had disappeared with the excuse that he was taking a shower as soon as they made it back to his room. Now it was McKenna’s turn to shower because, in just a little while, they would be doing the official tour of the underground club that no one seemed to know about.

She wondered whether attendance would be low tonight considering the meeting and the topic of discussion. However, she also wondered whether it might have the opposite effect. Some people got off on the anticipation that they just might get caught doing something taboo. She suspected that many of Club Destiny’s members were, in fact, kinky like that.

“Sure.” Tag glanced down at the laptop before walking around to sit on the cushion beside her.

“If you don’t mind, I’m going to take a shower now.”

“You could’ve joined me.” Tag grinned for what seemed like the first time that day.

“I could have. But I figured you’d need all of your energy for tonight.”

As if she had thrown ice water on him, Tag’s smile disappeared, and he turned his attention to the computer screen. McKenna headed into the bathroom, unable to stop thinking about what his reaction actually meant.

Chapter Twenty Seven

It was probably easier to get into the White House, McKenna thought to herself as they continued down a narrow corridor that would lead to The Club @ Club Destiny. Yes, she learned earlier that this risqué, off the grid place had been dubbed The Club by the members. And if they would ever actually get in there, she might be a little more excited.

So, after the first security coded entrance – which she quickly learned was manned by an armed security guard and required each person enter their own personally assigned code – there were two additional doors that required more codes, but these were tricky ones because they were personally assigned based on the member's application and the questions were random. McKenna had filled out all of the necessary paperwork with Luke earlier which allowed her this one time only entry.

By the time they finally arrived at the actual club’s main entrance, they were required to show ID which was scrutinized more by the club’s security than even the TSA at the airport.

Once McKenna stepped inside, she immediately realized what all the fuss was about. And yes, this was definitely what these members paid for. From where she stood, it appeared to be one open room, probably close to four thousand square feet if she had to guess.

To her immediate right and left, there were bars, but these weren’t just any bars. The front and top were made of glass, outlined in neon LED lights – one pink and the other blue. Behind the bar, the wall was one solid mirror with short, glowing glass shelves the same color as the respective bar, randomly placed holding three liquor bottles on each shelf. And, if that wasn’t enough to catch someone’s attention, the bartenders at each bar definitely would.

The bar on the left – outlined in blue LED lights – was obviously for the men – or at least for the men who were seeking women. The bartenders - two of them - were wearing bras that were anything but. They were made out of slinky chains, and they wrapped around the full naked breasts of each woman. Through the glass, McKenna could see that each woman also wore thigh high black boots and the tiniest scrap of lace in the form of a G-string.

As for the bar on the right – outlined in pink LED lights – there were two men who either lived in the gym when they weren’t working, or were just blessed with amazingly good genes. To her surprise, they were actually wearing more than the women. Both wore a pair of faded, well-worn blue jeans that rode low on their lean hips. Of course, they were shirtless, but both men had a collar around his neck. And not like the Chippendale’s collars. No, these were leather dog collars.

McKenna couldn’t stop herself from staring at any of them. The women were exotically beautiful, and the men were mouthwateringly scrumptious. She should’ve known.

There was barely enough light in the entire space to see much of what was going on, and with the concrete floors that appeared to be painted black and the walls that sported the same dark color, McKenna’s eyes had to adjust, especially after having been drawn to the bright LEDs.

When Tag took her hand, she turned her attention to him, realizing he was staring at her. She smiled up into his handsome face, suddenly thankful for his presence as it brought her a sense of security she hadn’t realized she would need.