Free A Question Of Size: Stacey's Story (The Right Fit Series Book 1) by Lucee Lovett

do that unless he’s a member?” I asked.
    I felt sure Jackie said you needed to be a member to introduce people to these private functions. Everything was hush, hush with those places. She even whispered it when she told Liz and me.
    “I don’t know about that, he didn’t say he was a member. Just that he’d hook us up with an invite for tonight and we could take it from there.”
    “Well I suppose we could go and check it out. We don’t have to decide anything until then, if this is something you really want to do,” I said, taking the glass of spirits, he’d poured for me from his home office stash. I sat and witnessed Jeff’s mood change, to one of excitement at my acceptance of his plans.
    “Great. Kenzo is going to text me over the details.”
    “Oh well, that’s settled then. I’d better get started on dinner,” I said, rising to my feet.
    “I’ll come and help you. Peel a few potatoes or vegetables, whatever you need,” he said rising with me.
    “I’ll be fine. I’m used to doing it on my own.” I smiled. Knowing he’d be more of a hindrance than a help.
     “I’ve been a little neglectful of you today trying to sort this lot out, so come on love. Let me help you. I did take the day off to be with you, you know.” His eyes were pleading.
    I caved.
    ***
    Kenzo came through and we were heading out to the private club in Whyteleafe. The eleven-mile journey from our home was done in silence and I sat, trapped in my own thoughts. I didn’t feel comfortable meeting strangers at the best of times, least of all to have sex with. I know it sounded strange, as I’d already done it twice. But those times were kinda spontaneous. The speed to our current destination planned with one thing in mind, had little spontaneity attached.
    I felt in two minds about it. Albeit Jeff said we were only going to look, get a feel of the place and the people who frequented it. Nonetheless, I’d seen that look in his eyes. It was the same look he’d had when he suggested Kenzo as our third. If we found someone, it would be on for tonight and I wasn’t sure I was up to it. I still felt sore from my session with Kenzo.
    We drove down a dark, narrow dirt road. It was pitch-black, you could barely see a foot in front of the car’s headlights. Along one side of the road was forestry, on the other, a high stone wall. We turned off at a gap in the wall.  Ahead was a dimly lit building, surrounded by a high wall, topped with wires and a huge cast-iron, double fronted gate. We were outside the gates of a mansion. I thought we’d taken a wrong turn or something. I gazed across of Jeff.
    “Are we lost?” I asked
    “No, love, according to the GPS we’re here. It’s that building at the end of the dirt road.”
    “It doesn’t look like a club.”
    “I guess it doesn’t. Maybe they’ve done something interesting to the inside.”
    “Maybe.”
    We drove down the gravel road towards the gate. There was a pole sticking out of the ground. When Jeff pulled closer, I could see it was an intercom system. Jeff pushed the button.
    A female voice asked, “Hello, can I help you?”
    “Yes, it’s Mr. and Mrs. Jeffery Richardson, we’re on the guest list,” Jeff said
    “Can you wait a moment please, sir?” the voice said. There was a pause, silence; only the crackling feedback filtered through, then the voice said, “Hello. Please come through the gates, you’ll find a car park a few yards to the left of the drive. Please park there. Stay near your vehicle. Henry will find you and bring you up to the house.”
    Henry was a bodybuilding type bouncer. His thighs were so big his legs couldn’t fit together. He looked like a powerhouse all by himself. Inside the house, an unusually tall woman greeted us. She wore a leather bustier and skintight leather pants with riding boots and what looked like a riding crop attached to her belt. Her hair was pulled back in a severe ponytail. Her makeup was dark with bright red