It only took a few minutes for Regi to get dressed after I emerged with my makeup on and feeling like a fox. I’d wiggled into a tight blouse, tighter pants, and sky-high heels.

Then we were off to his apartment. He only lived a few minutes away from the high-rise I called home. I chose to stay in the car where it was nice and warm with the engine on while he changed. While I waited, I fiddled around with his MP3 player. I was scrolling through his playlists when I saw my name as the title of the bottom one.

I nibbled on my inner cheek. Should I open it? Music could be very intimate, and I didn't want to seem as if I was betraying Regi's trust by nosing into his selections.

But, would he have allowed me to stay in the car if he didn't want me to snoop?

I opened the playlist and scrolled through the songs he'd chosen. One jumped out at me, and I pressed play. The moody refrain of Morrissey filled the interior. The lilting lyrics of Black Cloud rolled over me, and I closed my eyes as I listened to Regi's message to me, about chasing and loving someone he couldn’t catch.

I wasn't aware that Regi had returned until the car door opened and he slipped in behind the steering wheel. The song continued to play around us, an upbeat melody with a heart-wrenching message. I turned and looked him in the eyes.

He didn't look angry. He glanced at his iPod in my hand, the radio display which scrolled the title of the song, and then my face.

"How long have you had the song on here?” Black Cloud was an older one, I remembered listening to in high school. It had been out of popular play for quite a while, which led me to assume that this had been tucked away since before Penn State. Maybe from our first summer together.

"Do you really want to know?"

I licked my lips. "Yes, I think I know the answer."

He laid his palm flat on my knee and stroked his hands along the black leather-front leggings I wore.

“When I first listened to the song, it reminded me of you, and how I felt about you. You danced around, almost always within arm’s reach, but I could never bring you close enough to hold on. I hadn’t heard it until my dorm mate was nursing a heartbreak. I bought that album that day, and it was kind of serendipitous that a few months later the Penn State football program closed, and I cho=ose to come here for you." His thumb swept against my knee, branding the warmth of his touch through the thin fabric.

“You amaze me with how devoted you are to me.” My voice shook, surging with emotions that only Regi had ever been able to summon.

"You deserve having someone be devoted to you.”

I glanced out the fogged window. “Do you have a white knight complex? Are you trying to heal me? What happens once you do, if you do, do you move onto a new project?”

"That would imply that I want to save everybody."

My laugh was hollow. "Well, you are studying to be a doctor."

His mouth twisted ruefully. "That is true, maybe I am a white knight. But you’re not a project to me, you’re not someone I want to fix. You don’t need fixing. You just need to let yourself be free.”

His words were pretty, but I wasn’t buying into them. "What about the people that aren’t worth saving?"

"I think everybody is worth saving." He pinched my chin and urged me to look back at him. "Including you," he said before he gave me a gentle kiss."

The song ended and he started the car, driving down the slushy streets and into downtown Madison. I alternated between feeling as if I was flying, and drowning. Regi's love lifted me, but the intensity sank me. It was a roller coaster high, and I'd never been a girl who thrived on adventure.

I kept my thoughts to myself as he navigated into the secluded areas of Madison, past Verona and into Fitchburg.

The houses out this way grew further and further apart, until only hints of estates peeped through the evergreen trees used as natural barriers, protecting what laid behind from curious eyes. We were nearly twenty minutes outside of Madison when Regi turned down an isolated road. There were very few lights this far out, and the only thing in front of us were his headlights bobbing across the flagstone. That alone told me we were heading someplace dripping in wealth.

Eventually, I saw lights from a house ahead of us. Regi pulled into a circular drive filled with tons of different cars. They were a mix of the super-high-end that one would expect in front of a house like this, but also a mishmash of American muscle cars, and more common vehicles like Ford in Toyotas.

I stared up at the enormous multi-wing house in front of us. Electric candles illuminated a dozen huge windows. "Where are we?”

"This is the club I was telling you about. Xstasy"

Regi parked the car and popped around to my side. For a girl from small-town Shullsburg, this sort of display of wealth was kind of intimidating. Regi opened the door, and offered me his hand, helping me out. My boot heels clicked on the paving stones. "This is not like any club that I've seen before."

"This is kind of a private club."

I snorted. "This looks like a mansion."

Regi guided me around an icy patch and up the wide stairs which flanked the front of the house. “In a way, but the owners have turned it into…well, a bit like a bed-and-breakfast. But we’re not saying overnight.”

I arched an eyebrow at him but remained quiet. I wasn’t going to lie. I was wildly curious where this was going. He held my hand and led me through the front door, which was two huge double doors with gilded handles. The fan-shaped windows were made of stained-glass, and prohibited anyone from peeking in.

I wasn’t prepared for the two bouncers standing guard in the huge vestibule. One looked like a very tanned Mr. Clean, the other could have passed for a band roadie with long hair and bloodshot eyes. They were both massive though, almost as broad as Regi though they weren’t as tall. Beyond them, there was a literal velvet rope preventing anybody from just walking on past. I couldn’t figure out where to gawk at first. The marble tiles, the huge staircase which spiraled up to the upper floors, or the men who were sizing us up. The one sat on a stool behind a small podium. A scanner with a small flat screen sat in the middle of it.

Regi pulled out his wallet, and produced a black card that was the size of a credit card and stamped with an embossed X. He passed it to the main guy, who flipped it over and then slid it through the handheld scanner. I caught a brief glimpse of Regi's face on the scanner's screen before it clicked off.

This was weird, and yet legit too.

The bouncer smiled at Regi. "What colors are you tonight, Mr. O'Connell?"

Regi grinned. His deep brown eyes met mine, and then he answered baldy. "Two red, please."

My curiosity soared as the bouncer opened a drawer. Inside were three small bins filled with differently-colored plastic bracelets: green, yellow, and red. The bouncer handed Regi two reds bracelets.

Regi shoved his wallet into the pocket of his black slacks, and then he shrugged out of his jacket. I unzipped mine and passed it over to the second bouncer. He disappeared into the closed door beside the podium, and then came back out with coat check tickets.

“Enjoy your time at Xstasy,” the bouncer said with a big grin. He unhooked the rope, and Regi led me down the hallway. I gazed up at the enormous circular antechamber and the beautiful grated skylight above.

I wasn’t in Kansas anymore, and I didn’t have a fluffy dog either. I doubted clicking my heels together three times would work either. I was so screwed.

When we approached the second set of double doors, Regi paused. The gentle thump of electronic music vibrated through the wood. By the lack of sound bleeding into the hallway, I suspected the room beyond was soundproof.

Why did they need a soundproof room?

He pulled a red bracelet on, and then helped me with mine. There had to be a backlight nearby. The bracelets glowed crimson. It was bright enough a blind man would be able to see it.

"What are these?"

Regi lifted my hands and brushed a kiss over my knuckles. "Do you trust me?"

I’ve never trusted anyone, and the realization rattled me. Regi was bringing me into something that was important to him. I could tell by the gleam in his eyes that whatever laid beyond those doors was something that he wanted to share with me. I was beginning to suspect what I would find once we walked in.

Was I ready for this?

I slid my arms around Regi’s narrow waist and leaned into him for a kiss. "I trust you," I whispered and then I kissed him, pouring all my unspoken emotions into that touch.

He held me tightly.

And then he led me into sin.

There were at least fifty people sprawled in absolute debauchery before us. The room resembled a nightclub. The lights were low, but the lack of light didn’t disguise that it was decorated up like some hedonistic sex fantasy. Gilded cages hung low from chains in the corners where half naked men, and women, were gyrating to the soft thump of the music. Oval velvet hassocks and dais’ offered up scantily-clad people.

A polished obsidian bar ran along one wall. Colored lights shone on the shelves, making the bottles appear candy-coated.

Further in, cozy couches draped in red gossamer gave off a cabana-like vibe. A few were already occupied if the silhouettes shifting against the gauzy curtains was any indication.

I realized then that this den of iniquity had once been a ballroom. Numerous side rooms were open for exploring, the doors flung open in welcome on each side, and leading off into little nooks and tastefully decorated lounges. Beneath the lights, the glow of the wristbands beckoned the eye. I looked down at the red one shackling my wrist.

"What do these mean?"

Regi pointed towards a woman that was wearing just a pair of pasties and a skimpy little thong. Her body was dynamite, and much firmer than mine. "Green means anything goes."

He guided my line of sight to a handsome man who was chatting with two other guys and a girl. The guy’s wrist shone yellow. "Yellow means ask before."

This was a version of the stop light game. I ran my finger around my bracelet. "So, red means stop."

"Sort of, it means that we're not here to play with others."

“Are there swingers here?” I marveled over his explanation in the driveway. A bed and breakfast? Yeah, I didn’t think so.

Regi grinned at me. "There’s a bit of everything here. Swingers, Doms, and subs. But I’d say we’re more hedonists than anything."

"Why are we here?"

Regi walked his fingers down my spine and flattened his hand over the swell of my ass. "I like to watch, and while I have played with some of the girls and guys here, that part of my life is over. I want you to understand, and maybe experience what I enjoy, without worry that I'll stray. And if you don't like it, we never have to come back. I don’t want to hide my tastes and urges in a closet."

That was the first time I'd ever heard that Regi had experimented with other men. "Did you just say, guys?”

"Yes, I don't identify as gay or bisexual, I just enjoy the sex." Regi held my eyes the edges slightly pinched with a hint of wrinkles, and I realized that he was revealing a huge part of himself.

So, Regi was a hedonist, a voyeur, and maybe a bit of an exhibitionist.

I glanced again at the congregation of women and men and picked up the sexual undercurrent which rode through the ensemble. There were some that were obviously paired off, and more than a few tripods had been erected. There was every sort of three and foursome pairing.

"I don't like to be shared and I won't share,” I said sharply.

"I don't want to share either. It’s just you and me, angel, until the end of the world. But, there is something to be said about watching, and being watched."

"Is that why we’re here? You want to watch them, and then touch me while watching them?"

Regi sifted his fingers into my hair and gave it a slight tug. He dipped down and nuzzled his nose over mine. "Yes, I want to see how you react to that girl over there being fucked by those two guys, and then I want to take you into one of the side rooms, and fuck you until the entire club can hear your screams of pleasure.

I shuddered as desire pounded through me. My pussy ached, and I looked at the three that he'd indicated. They were very good-looking. Our age or slightly older, it was hard to tell in the hazy lighting. She wore her hair in a long braid, and she was surrounded by two very handsome, and hunky men. I thought I would enjoy watching her taking their cocks.

I shuddered as my pussy grew nice and slick, already threatening to overwhelm my panties with my juices.

I looked up at Regi. He was waiting for my response. I ran my hand down his chest and then gripped his cock. He was half hard, and then thickened against my palm.

"Yes," I murmured as I stroked him. Now I understood why he hadn’t wanted to come in the shower. "I want to watch them play."