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

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    “Your guests, Mistress Candice,” Henry said with a bow and soon vanished. He moved rather fast for a big guy.
    I didn’t care much for the way Candice was eyeing me up as she spoke to Jeff.
    “I see you’re on our VIP guest list and a nominee from a premium member. This means you’ll be given a tour of our facilities where you’re free to participate or observe. If you like what you see, you’ll be free to join our little community. Candice led us up the large staircase that was in the middle of the hall where they stood; at the top of the stairs was a huge corridor with a number of doors leading off it.
    “These are our play rooms. You will not be able to go in some of these room this visit as some of the sessions have already started.” Candice said.
    “What are those?” I pointed to a door in front of us, I’d noticed some of the doors had little peep doors cut into them.
    “Those my dear, are how you and your cute husband will get to view some of the delights we have on offer here.” Moving to the door I’d asked about, she flicked a latch and beckoned us to join her. Behind the little door was metal grate with holes just big enough to see through.
    “This is our milking room.” She said stepping aside so Jeff and I could look through the hole.
    It was a room with lactating women sitting in an arm chair with grown men in their laps in adult size terry diapers. As we moved from room to room, I became more and more uncomfortable. Each room was dedicated to a themed kink or fetish. There were orgies, with naked people as well as people dressed in fur costumes. Women in leathers with men collared acting like animals, everything from dogs to horses.
    Jeff seemed fascinated, but I was just disturbed by it all, so when she asked if we would like to go down to the basement to see the hardcore play rooms I refused before Jeff had a chance to answer.
    “As you can see, we cater toward varying kinks and fetishes here. We’ll return to the lounge where you can meet some of our other members. Whatever your kink I’m sure with can accommodate you. We move locations a bit so be sure to leave an email address and subscribe to our newsletter, so as not to miss any of the events and special offers we have. When you’re done, if you think Smutasium, is the place for you, just sign up with Jasmine in the office over there.”  She pointed to what looked like a cloak room next to the lounge. I have to go. Enjoy.” With that she was gone.
    The tour completed, Jeff and I took a seat in the bar area, where everything seemed to be made of old oak. The smell of the polished wood filled the air, reminding me of the smell that greeted you on your first day back at school.
    The whole experience felt too surreal for me, but Jeff seemed to be enjoying himself, asking Candice questions, and listening intently to the answers given.
    No sooner did we sit at the bar when we were approached by a middle-aged couple. They were looking for a couple to pair off with. Jeff politely told them we weren’t interested as he just liked to watch, and that wouldn’t be much fun for his wife. The couple laughed. They stayed and kept us company for a while longer; until they saw another couple that caught their eye. Then they were gone, but not before introducing us to Bradley, saying he might be what we were looking for and, if he wasn’t, he’d be able to point us in the right direction.
    Bradley was tall, pale, red haired with a face full of freckles. He was a self-proclaimed swinger and had been the third for a number of couples at the club. That was his thing. He liked to fuck other men’s wives while they watched. As far as he was concerned this was a win-win deal for him. He also informed us he had a number of acquaintances, members at the club, who shared his preferred nuances.
    I think, instinctively, Bradley knew he wasn’t for me. However, he made a good pimp, introducing us to men more to my taste in build and