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were resting on a silver tray next to the fountain, filled them, and handed one to her friend.
    “No, I didn’t sample the champagne.” Beth took a sip. “Oh! This is not champagne.” She had totally forgotten that Rhoda had mentioned the vodka fountain in the center of the room.
    “I know. It’s Belvedere. They use vodka for those who need more than champagne to get their courage up,” Meri explained, taking a sip.
    “Courage for what?” Beth asked.
    “To venture upstairs. Didn’t you get the grand tour?” Meri asked.
    “No. I only saw the main level. I had to rush off to dinner that day, so I didn’t get a chance to see the entire club.” Beth took a sip of vodka. “So . . . what’s upstairs?”
    “Behind those curtains”—Meri nodded in the direction of a beautiful pair of plush crimson drapes—“is the entrance to decadence.” She grinned.
    “Hmm, sounds intriguing.” She took another sip, this one a little bigger than the one before.
    “Trust me, daarling, it is. Now drink up. We have some exploring to do.”
    The women polished off their drinks, crossed the room, parted the curtains, and made their way up the narrow staircase.
    “Wow, this area is totally different from downstairs,” Beth said, squinting, trying to adjust her eyes to the deep indigo lighting.
    “You haven’t seen anything yet.” Though Meri hadn’t beento the club in months, she still remembered the layout and the dens of debauchery. “Come on this way,” she said, walking down the long corridor.
    Beth followed without question. Her senses were now aroused, and she wanted to see more. “Wait a minute.” She stopped in front of a two-way mirror, and stared. “Am I seeing what I think I’m seeing? Or is this one of those holograms?”
    “No, daarling, it’s not a hologram.” Meri walked closer to the window and looked. “It’s the real deal.”
    They watched as a woman dressed in a dominatrix outfit—complete with leather bustier, gloves, thigh-high spike-heel boots, and a black leather face mask—whipped a pair of undernourished-looking servers with a riding crop. “Looks like S and M to me, and if I’m not mistaken, they should be downstairs.”
    “What’s downstairs?” Beth asked, stepping closer to the glass, nearly pressing the tip of her mask against the window.
    “The Dungeon is in the basement, and it’s where the whips, chains, and other pain-provoking apparatus are located.”
    “Well, it appears that they brought the whips upstairs tonight.” Beth winced as the woman cracked one of the servers on the ass. “Now, that’s gotta hurt!”
    “I’m sure,” Meri said, turning her head away from the consensual assault. “Come on, I’ve seen enough. I love sex, but I can’t take pain. The S and M scene is not for
moi.
Let’s find something more enticing.”
    As they continued along the corridor, Meri said, “When Rhoda told me that you were interested in the Black Door, I was surprised. Are you and Douglas having problems in the bedroom?” she asked point-blank.
    “I swear, Meri, you are the most direct person I’ve ever known. My other girlfriends wouldn’t dare ask that question.” Beth had known Meri for years, but it still surprised her how brazen Meri could be.
    “Daarling, I’m not like your other girlfriends. Now stop stalling and answer the question.”
    “No, we’re not having problems in the bedroom.” Unlike Meri, who talked about every sexual exploit that she’d ever had, Beth was more reserved, and kept her answer short, preferring not to elaborate.
    “If you’re not having problems between the sheets, then what are you doing at the Black Door?”
    “Don’t get me wrong, Doug is an excellent lover, but he’s hardly ever around. And I need the ‘Peninsula’ more than two or three times a month,” she said.
    “The Peninsula?”
    “That’s my pet name for the male anatomy.” She chuckled.
    “That’s cute. I like it.” Meri had called a dick many things