Debauchery: The Invitation

Debauchery:
The Invitation


~Prologue~

I pulled up to the huge mansion in my car. Valet was waiting with smiles on their faces.

“Hello.” The young man said opening my driver side door.
I grabbed my bag and purse.
“Here is your ticket, enjoy your evening.” He said.
“Thank you.”
I smiled

He hopped in my Buick Enclave and drove off, leaving me there standing on the gravel. I paused for a moment and looked around. All I heard was the singing sound of the crickets.

I slowly walked to the door. Did I really want to do this? Was I really ready to walk through that door?

I rang the doorbell.

A tall white muscular white man answered the door. He was maybe 6’5, mustache and goatee, shaven head, and broad shoulders. I could see the earpiece in his right ear.

“Password.” Was all he said.
“Debauchery.” I shakenly said.
He looked at me up and down.
“Color?”
“Red.” I said.
He opened the door and moved out the way.

I was in.



~Chapter 1~


My name is Kelly Adkins. I am thirty-two years old. I work as an ER nurse. I have been married six long years to my husband Courtney. We met in college, at a friend’s birthday party. He had this sense of humor that drew me in. He was attractive, driven and persistent. He worked to get me. And now, it seems like he decided he didn’t need to work in order to “keep” me. Our marriage has been going downhill in the past two years. I guess it was around the time I had my gall bladder surgery. The recovery was a lot harder than he or I anticipated. It took me almost two months to recover and in that time, I gained weight. I went from a size 14 to a size 24. I hated how I looked and truthfully, I think Courtney hated how I looked. I still had a shape and I still had curves, but…. I was naïve, I ballooned up. I did not look the same way I looked when we got married. It took a toll on our sex life. I didn’t even initiate sex anymore, and neither did he. We hadn’t sex in over a year. My theory was simple, if my husband isn’t having sex with me, he was having sex with someone.

Now, I am bored.

At work, about three weeks ago, a woman came in following an automobile accident. Her name was Naomi. I worked on her case, and she and I had a chance to talk. She is the one who told me about ‘Debauchery’. I had never heard of the place, until she told me about it. We made small talk. I told her I was married, she is divorced. She asked me about kids, I told her none. She didn’t have any either. Somehow, some way, we had a personal conversation and I told her a little about my marriage. It can be easier talking to a stranger than someone you know. I don’t know why, maybe I was just desperate to talk to someone. I told her my husband I were more roommates than a married couple. We talked about our sex life. I explained to her that it has been a year. I remember her eyes got big. She asked me if I had a sex drive. I laughed and told her I did, but that my husband just doesn’t find me attractive. I told her, I had gained weight and ever since then, he doesn’t even joke about sex, let alone attempt to have it.

One night, as I checked Naomi’s chart, she told me about ‘Debauchery’. She gave me little details about it, the only she told me was “If you want to let your inner goddess out, this is the place to do it.” I laughed and told her “my inner goddess is on life support; she needs more than some club to come out.” I shrugged it off, she gave me the card and I tucked it away in my scrubs. I had forgotten all about it. Two days later, she was discharged.

Two weeks later, I was home waiting for my husband to come home when he texted me to say he was running late. He was always running late. I saw the credit card bill; I wasn’t stupid I was fully aware that he was seeing someone. I didn’t confront him, in fact I kept my mouth shut. I mean, he went to Tiffany & Co, yet neither he nor I have any jewelry from there. I saw purchases from Lane Bryant, but I didn’t receive any clothes. I knew what was going on. I just wasn’t ready to call it quits yet. I asked him when he would be home, he said it would be late, told me not to wait up. I laughed to myself as I poured a glass of wine. After my third glass, I remembered the card Naomi gave me. I searched all in my closet, before finding the black card with silver writing.

‘Debauchery’

On the back was a number to call. I grabbed my cell phone and dialed the number, on the third ring, a woman answered.

“Hello?”
“Hi…. Uhhh…. I was looking for ‘Debauchery’.” I said.
“Yes ma’am, who referred you?”
“Naomi… uh…. Naomi Watts.”
She cleared her throat.
“Wonderful, what is your name?”
“Kelly Adkins.” I answered.
“Ms. Adkins, on the back of your card there should be a four-digit code, can you read that to me?”

I turned the card over.

“4512” I read.

“Excellent.” She said.
I put the card into my wallet.

“Your password will be ‘Debauchery’ and the color code will be ‘red’, you may want to write that down.” She began.
“Okay.”
“You will need to bring in your test results, those results must be within 72 hours and signed by a doctor.” She said.
“Test results?” I asked.
“Yes ma’am, STD results, you would need to go and get tested.” She said matter of fact.
“Oh…. Ok.”
“Once you have those results, you would need to bring those in person to our offices.” She said.
“Ok” I said.

Two days later, I found myself waiting in a room down in Buckhead.

“Ms. Adkins? Come on back.” a tall blonde woman said.

I followed her to a room painted in red. The couch and chairs were black leather; the chandelier was made of crystals. She had boudoir phots hanging on the walls, some naked, some in lingerie. I took a seat on the chair and handed over the manila folder that had my test results in there.

“Can I see your license?” she asked politely.
“Sure.” I said digging in my purse.
“Here you are.”
“Our next social event is this Saturday.” She said filling out a form.
I nodded.

We sat in silence as she wrote the form up.

“Ok, here is the key, which is also your entrance in.” she explained.
I took the key.
“Your color is red, which just means you are a first timer. You will see people in white, those are members who have been here before and are used to the place. You can wear red as many times as you want. Red lets everyone else know that…. you’re new.” She smiled.
I nodded.
“There are no rules for ‘Debauchery’, the only rule is ‘no absolutely means no’, that’s it.”
“So if a man tells me ‘no’ then….”
“No, a man won’t tell you ‘no’, you would tell him ‘no’.”
I looked down at my hands and laughed.
“Ok,”
“Trust me, you will have a large array of men to choose from.” She said softly.
“This is the non-disclosure agreement. You cannot discuss ‘Debauchery’ with nonmembers.” She said.
I nodded.
“Here you are, and remember, what happens at ‘Debauchery’ stays at ‘Debauchery’.”
I took the packet and headed to the door.

“Enjoy yourself Kelly.”


~Chapter 2~

Debauchery

I walked into the house, the door closed behind me.
“Hello ma’am, may I take your coat?” a tall black man asked.

My mouth dropped open as I looked him. Before me he stood, wearing a pair of jeans, no top. His chest and abs were chiseled. I was in awe of his body. He walked up to me, his hands touching his shoulders as he removed my coat, slowly off my body. He then extended his hand, asking for my bag. I handed it over. As he took it, he smiled, showing a set of perfect white teeth.

“Thank you.” I breathed.

I smoothed out my Torrid crisscross baby doll dress self-consciously. I walked up the grand staircase to the second floor. In the background I could hear the piano being played softly. I walked down hall, on a red carpet. The first room I passed, the door was slightly ajar. I pushed the door open and peeked inside.

Inside was a California king bed. Candles were burning I could hear the moaning before I could make out the couple on the bed. The woman, an older white woman was on her back, on top of her was a younger white male. He was grinding his dick into her. She was moaning, grabbing his ass and squeezing. I was frozen, all I could was watch. He pulled out of her and started eating her pussy. I watched her hike her legs up, squeeze her breasts together and just moan. She rubbed his head, running her hands through his hair, pulling his face into her pussy.

I left and closed the door, making my way down the hall towards the living room that was straight ahead. There were five additional rooms that I passed. The last room on the right, just before the living room, was open. There was no door, it was completely open. I stopped in my tracks as I watched what looked like five couples, all fucking. On the opposite wall was a man fucking a woman from behind, pulling her hair and grinding into her pussy.

“Are you enjoying yourself?” a man asked me.
I jumped.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” He said.
I looked at him.

He was tall, about 6’2, lean. He was white. He had green eyes, wavy brunette hair.
“Hi, I am Anthony.” He said extending his hand.
“Hi Anthony, I am Kelly.” I said shaking his hand.
“First time I see.” He said looking at me up and down.
I nodded.
“Let me show you around.” He said offering his arm.

We walked into the living room.

“This is the main meeting area…. People come here to kind of meet and greet, sit and just talk.” He explained.

The room was filled with people, but not overly crowded. All the men were shirtless. The women all wore either white, black or red I assumed the black dressed women were pretty much experts in ‘Debauchery’. They all sat around, sitting champagne and having conversations amongst themselves.

“Everyone, this is Kelly…. Kelly, this is everyone.” Anthony said.
My mouth dropped open, I wasn’t expecting the introduction.

“Welcome Kelly!” they all said at once.
I waved shyly as Anthony led me down the hall.

“You can choose a private room, or you can choose an exhibition room. The exhibition rooms do not have doors, they have no privacy whatsoever.” He said.
“The private rooms and bathrooms are for member use, of course. Any and everything goes on there.” He said.
I nodded.
“Downstairs is the basement level, that is totally for voyeurs.” He began.
“Voyeurs? People who want to be watched?”
“Yes.” He smiled.
“The entire downstairs is rigged with cameras and the closed circuit TVs all show what is going on down there.” He said.
“Oh ok.”
“All the rooms have TV, let me show you.” He said walking into a bedroom.
“This is the chocolate room; ask you can tell by the color. Each room is a color theme, in the refrigerator, you can find wine, champagne and strawberries. If ever the refrigerator is empty, simply dial “0” and a delivery will be made. As for the TV….” He said picking up the remote and turning the TV on.
“The TVs show the cameras from down in the basement. You see this? That is the indoor hot tub.” He said.
I looked at the TV and it was showing a man and woman fucking inside the hot tub. She was bouncing on top of him, water splashing over the sides of the tub.
“Everyone can turn to this channel and watch them… they love to be watched.” He said.
I laughed.
“What else is downstairs?”
“I can show you if you would like.” He said.
“No, I am not quite ready to be on TV.” I said instinctively putting my hair behind my ear.
“I would love to watch you.” He said softly.