Illicit possession

--- *Chapter 1. (Illicit)* Illicit was tucked discreetly behind a shopping district on the outskirts of the city. Several blocks from the restaurant where keith and I had just finished having dinner. keith stepped out of the cab shortly after handing the driver cab fare. Then he held the door open for me taking my hand as I climbed out. "Do I look okay?" I asked my husband as we stood just outside of Illicit. I used my hand to brush the lint from his suit and then I adjusted the collar of his shirt. keith held both of his hands against my face as he kissed me on the lips. "You look beautiful. You always look beautiful." keith and I have been talking about attending Illicit for quite some time but we hadn't discussed when we would go until that morning. My closet was in no way stocked with clothing suitable stocked with clothing suitable for attending a swinger club. But I was resourceful when need be. I took the time to apply my makeup to perfection. I usually preferred my makeup to appear as natural as possible. That night I create a smoky eye effect with dark shadow to give myself a more sexy, mysterious appearance. It felt appropriate considering where we decided to spend our evening. My thick, brown hair was professionally trimmed and straightened to a sleek, glossy finish. I felt good. Nervous, but good. keith curled his arm around my back, pulling me in close. 'If you want to leave once we’re inside, just say the words, alright?' I nodded. 'Okay.' I had no idea what to expect when keith suggested that we attend Illicit. I just knew that this club came highly recommended by one of the guys keith occasionally drank Brandy and smoked cigars with. keith was curious. So, there I was, a writer and the wife of an attorney venturing into the world of swingers. The club was dark, but through the occasional flicker of red lights, I could make out the details of the room. It was merely a lobby with several S-shaped sofas that crossed along the wall. Boudoir photographs that were decoratively hung of women scantily dressed posing seductively. Still, the black and white photographs gave a polished artistic flair to the lobby. I couldn’t help but notice members of the club walking back and forth between rooms dressed in costumes and lingerie. Some of them dressed more provocative than the others but nothing too off-putting. According to Keith's friend - who was a VIP member - swinger club wise, Illicit was said to be as upscale as they come. That knowledge made me feel a little more comfortable with my decision to accompany keith. A young, blonde woman with large blue eyes greeted us. Her blonde hair was draped down her shoulders in long, curly tresses. "I'm lilac," she said, first shaking Nick's hand and then mine. She was beautiful. With a petite figure, creamy skin and light blue eyes that were several shades lighter than keith's. She wore a tight-fitting red dress with a plunging neckline and opened-toed pumps. 'Is there anything I can help you with this evening?' I noticed that she was now speaking directly to keith, which irritated me a little, but I swept it under the rug. With the roll of my eyes that I'm sure she missed, I glanced around, devouring the club's interior. As I surveyed my surroundings, I began to feel even more uncomfortable and out of place. Nothing about the lobby said s*x club, but it was the mere thought that behind a closed door or a wide-open one—depending on your taste—a broad range of unsettling scenarios were taking place. 'My wife and I are interested in memberships, but we want to take this slow.'" Absolutely. Who referred you?" "Adam Broyer." She began typing something into the computer in front of her. "Would you like me to give you a tour of our facilities?" lilac asked, dangling herself in front of my husband. She used her arms to push up her breasts. The subtle action caught keith's eye, but he didn't appear too interested. "That sounds reasonable." keith glanced in my direction, looking for my approval. "Whatever you want, baby," he squeezed, my fingers affectionately. Lilac gave both keith and me handouts which clearly stated the dress code, rules, and regulations, etc., followed by an introduction of the room we were currently in, dubbed the main room. She explained further, but her words went through my left ear and out of my right. The fact that she was only speaking to keith didn't help in keeping my attention. I found myself picking at my fingernails, wishing I had a cocktail. Being in this club made me feel uneasy. The idea of public s*x didn't appeal to me in the slightest. A part of me feared that Nick would be into something peculiar—something I couldn't and wouldn't even imagine experiencing. I kept wondering to myself why I agreed to come tonight. I guess it was one of the many ways I compromised myself in our marriage. She led us down a long, dark hall, motioning toward various doors as we passed them, explaining in detail what was behind each. The first door we peeked through was the dance room, equipped with stripper poles that sat on elevated platforms. The music was loud but bearable. There were members of the club standing in the background merely watching, while others—mostly women—gyrated against the poles. They swung their hips back and forth in either their underclothes or naked, successfully obtaining the attention of wide-eyed men who sat on the sofas. The club was much larger than I expected. I would’ve never guessed that a dance floor could fit in what I originally suspected was a much smaller space. The next room contained a bar that wrapped around the left side of the wall. Several stools sat in front while sofas were gathered near the entrance." Only a few patrons occupied this space. I noticed a couple glaring at keith and me. They were sitting at the bar near the back of the room. I didn't bother to question their stares, but maybe I should've. I stretched my fingers and keith looked up at me. 'I need a drink,' I whispered. 'You don't want to look around?' keith asked with a disappointed look twisted his features. 'You can go without me.' 'I thought we were doing this together?' 'We are. Take the tour and then tell me what you think.' 'You sure?' he asked I nodded. "Yea." He let out a deep breath. "Alright. I'll be back in a bit." keith kissed me on the cheek, then walked off with Alexa. I found an empty seat near the entrance and sat down. Across the room, I noticed a woman dressed in dominatrix attire. Her hair was pulled up, and she wore a tight red leather outfit. She held a whip in one hand, snapping it lightly against the leg of the man beside her. He seemed to enjoy it. I couldn’t help but think the whole scene felt a bit cliché. As I sat there twiddling my thumbs, a man dressed entirely in black walked up to me. "Would you like something from the bar, Ms.?" "non alcholic fruit wine," I replied. "Coming right up," he said with a nod. Left alone again, I glanced back at the dominatrix and her date. My mind wandered to swinger’s clubs. Not just what happens in them—but why people are drawn to them in the first place. Then I noticed a gaze on me across the bar. ---