Nowhere in the multi-page application or in the even longer and more complex fine-print contract that Mr. Schapiro had drawn up was it specifically spelled out that platinum members would perform sexually with the founders of The Magic Box before admission to the club…but that was indeed how things turned out. There had been no plan beforehand, actually, no plotting, and no expectant little adolescent tittering. Elizabeth and Bill and Kyle had known that the final round of platinum-level interviews should be more detailed, more probing somehow.
Already they had asked their prospective members not just about their s****l histories but also, in clinically thorough and yet sometimes faintly leering detail, about their preferences—the things they enjoyed, the acts they had not yet performed b
