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“How do you like our club?”

I glance at the trio in the next booth. They’ve changed their position now, the girl in the middle, both men pushing their cocks inside her.

And beyond, I see the two women kissing at the bar, the guy slapping a girl’s ass on a bench across the room.

“It’s wild.” Talk about the obvious. I add, “It must be nice to have somewhere to be yourself, people who aren’t going to judge you for it. And you know, orgasms.”

Both Dimitri and Camden laugh.

“Are you joining?” Dimitri asks. His gaze moves from Camden to me. I’m not sure who he’s asking.

I’m too startled to attempt an answer. Before today, I believed he purposely kept me away from his club. Would Camden want me to join? Would I?

“Eventually,” Camden says. “I don’t think Morgan’s ready for the initiation.”

Dimitri tilts his head. “Isn’t she?”

I usually don’t mind Camden taking control, and even speaking for me, but he isn’t in the habit of telling me I can’t do something. I find it mildly insulting. “What’s the initiation?”

Our server comes back with a magnum of Cristal, that he opens at the table with no small degree of flourish. “Anything else?” the painted man asks, after serving our cups.

I should try to be polite, but I can’t stop looking at his ass. It’s very well sculpted and right on display. Is that even legal? Not that people like Camden ask themselves that question much.

“Well?” I press when the waiter’s gone.

Camden smirks. “Such a contrary little brat, aren’t you?” To Dimitri, he explains, “She likes to rebel against what she’s told she can and can’t do from time to time.”

“Delightful,” Dimitri comments, appraising me with more scrutiny. “There are various ways to become a member of our club, Morgan. You have the legacies, like Camden and me, who are automatically invited. We represent a good eighty percent of the membership; sadly, there are more male than female legacies.”

“Why is that?” I ask.

“Human nature.” Dimitri lies back. “Some men here don’t let any of their daughters in the club, categorically refusing that they even be invited. And of those whoareinvited—ninety percent of boys join. Only about sixty percent of girls do. Some prefer what Disney has sold them since infancy, the thought of having one prince charming and no one else. They tend to see the light later in life—after many failed relationships, the cheating, the lies, the way their desire fades after a few years.”

His assessment of monogamy is grim, but the statisticsareon his side.

“Not that the Heritage is solely a sex club. We also do plenty of charity and business here. Some members never come to this floor, sticking to the board rooms.”

“Really?” I can’t imagine having the opportunity to step into this world of unabashed decadence and just…opt out.

Dimitri shrugs. “I don’t get it either—but some people are truly wired that way. Monogamous, and uninterested in exploring more.”

“What are the other ways?”

Camden replies this time. “You can marry into it. A spouse is also automatically invited. Again, when the member wants to; there are some, like Carmichael, who love to come here themselves but don’t want their wives anywhere near the group.”

“There should be a study looking into the correlation between men like that and the size of their cocks,” Dimitri quips. “I bet they’re afraid of their wives seeing there are bigger fish in the sea.”

I chuckle, though he’s likely not wrong. “How about people like Skylar?”

“Petals,” Camden tells me. “They—and their male counterparts, the thorns—are essential to keeping our club’s appeal. They’re plucked from the masses, typically in need one way or another. And they’re taken care of by the club. Their bills, their tuition, anything they need. After a few years, so long as they’ve been approved by enough members, they can pass what we call an initiation and become full members. And recruits never have to pay the membership fees.”

I think I understand the greater part of that. “Approved by enough members?”

“They need three full members to endorse them. It’s rather easy to procure for anyone even remotely active in the club.”

“So I’m not eligible.” I try not to pout.

“Well, technically we can sign you up as a petal today and get those signatures for you.” Dimitri grins. “One little initiation and voila.”

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