The pressures of upper management at one of the largest ad agencies in New York wee getting to me. Not to mention me and my boyfriend of three years had just broken up two weeks ago. I really needed to let off some steam. What I really needed was to get Fucked!

I liked it rough, and to be dominated. But, it’s hard to just find a one night stand that will choke the shit out of you and whip you with a belt. But, I remember this girl at this club one time. She told be about this underground sex club where they catered to your exact wants and needs. But, what was the name? Shit! I was so fucked up that night. It had “Red” in the title. “Red Club?” No, it was a private club. Society! “The Red Society!”. No. “The Red Door Society!!!”, that’s it! Now to find out where it is.

I went to the only place I could think of that might know. It was called “Hurt Me”. It was a bdsm shop down town that sold all kind of clothing, whips, chains, and mechanisms that were used for bdsm. They also had regular sex toys, and a movie theater and a large glory hole in the back which was hidden by a movable wall of porno DVD’s.

I stepped in and no one even looked at me. The girl at the register was very pretty with pink hair and a cute nose ring. I leaned over the counter and whispered to her.

“Do you know where the red door society is?”.

She quickly looked around then reached under the register for several moments. She pulled out a solid red card and handed it to me. I looked at the front. It had a picture of a woman’s face on it with sharp features. The face was cut off right above the eyes by the top of the card. The black figure held up one hand pressing only her index finger against her lips, suggesting that whomever possesses the card would be put in imminent danger if they mention the card at all. I turned the card over quickly noticing an address, which was also printed in bold, black lettering. The card felt and looked ominous in nature. This of course added to the mystery...and excitement that I felt. I threw it in my purse and walked out.

I grabbed a cab and told him the address. He sped off with my head pulling backwards as the roaring motor screamed.

We reached the building, I stepped out and paid my fare. I was fearful that I had the wrong address at first. It was an office building with glass and sparkling new aluminum shining in the sunlight. It was hardly the building that I had imagined from what I gathered from the card. I stepped inside and walked over the intricate terrazzo floors to the receptionist. I looked around, and without saying a word, I pushed the card across the desk.

She handed me a large red envelope that was sealed with a wax seal. I looked at it in confusion, then back at her.

“Go home, fill these out, then have a messenger drop them off. As soon as they get here, we will give you a call.”, she said in a monotonous voice. It sounded like she was trained to say it. I don’t think she knew what was in the packages either.

I sat down at my kitchen table with a nice glass of Merlot. I gently broke the wax seal then opens the flap closure. I pulled out the papers.

To be continued....