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Gathering my purse and draping a lightweight cape over my shoulders, I rode the elevator down to the lobby to anxiously await my transportation. At precisely 7:00 pm a distinguished looking gentleman in livery arrived. Approaching me he said, "Ms. Goodman, I've been dispatched to provide you transportation to the Castle. If you would please follow me..." With that he escorted me to a new shiny black Bentley parked at curb. After politely handing me into the rear seat, he pulled easily into the light evening traffic. The Bentley purred quietly through the city streets and twenty minutes later we found ourselves cruising through the rolling English countryside toward East Anglia. After another twenty minutes we slowed and turned through an unmarked but impressive stone gate, cruising quietly along a paved tree-lined drive that traversed an obviously a large country estate. We must have traveled nearly a mile before we reached a huge stone mansion surrounded by manicured lawns, well-tended shrubs and colorful flowerbeds. A parking lot on the side of the building already contained a dozen or so very expensive cars. Pulling under the portico, the driver glided to a stop at the main entrance where a uniformed doorman moved quickly to the car. "Welcome to the Castle, madam" he said, assisting me out of the car. Guiding me to the massive oak door he said, "Ms. Marianne, our manager, is waiting for you at the reservation desk."Entering the sumptuous lobby area, I was met by a stunning red haired woman about my own age. Smiling warmly, she said, "Good evening and welcome, Alex." Noticing my quizzical expression at the sudden informality, she explained, "We only use first names at here at The Castle to protect our members anonymity. My name is Marianne. I'll be completing your membership application and explaining our rules and customs." With that she took me by the elbow and guided me through the lobby to her office.Indicating that I should take a seat beside her desk, she opened a file folder and quickly scanned its contents. Looking up at me, she smiled and said, "I'm not sure how much Ellen told you about The Castle but before we go further, let me be sure you understand just what type of club this is. First of all, the entire ground floor is open to our general membership; this includes the main restaurant, the health club, and a gift shop. However, the second and third floors are reserved for our select members. Ellen and her sponsor both hold memberships in this group. The activities conducted in this area are, shall we say, extremely uninhibited. Before I can proceed any further, you must swear never to divulge anything you see or do on these premises. Considering these conditions, do you wish to learn more about our organization?" "Yes, I'm very much intrigued by the small amount Ellen was at liberty to tell me about your club. Ellen and I have been very close friends for many years, so I'm sure I'll fit nicely into your group as our tastes are very similar," I replied. "I'm so glad to hear that. I was sure that, given my knowledge of your sponsors, you would feel that way. If you would just sign and date this confidentiality agreement, we can finish the remaining orientation quickly." Quickly scanning the document and, seeing that it was pretty much a standard non-disclosure form, I signed it and slid it back across her desk. Marianne placed it in my folder then leaned back in her chair and, with a warm smile, began. "As I hinted previously, this is an exclusive, secret club where our members can relax and indulge in sexual behavior not necessarily acceptable in our present society. As a member, you will not be required to join in all aspects of other member's activities but you will be expected to be open minded and tolerant of their activities." "The one activity you will be required to engage in is an initiation ceremony designed to determine your compatibility with our group. This will consist of you willingly to engage in certain sexual activities in full view of other members. You will not be forced to do anything you find distasteful and may stop the proceedings at any time. Of course, if you decline to participate or fail to complete the initiation ceremony, you application will be disapproved and you will be denied membership. Do you have any questions about what I have covered thus far?" "No, Ellen mentioned that there would be such an initiation and indicated that she thoroughly enjoyed her experience. I doubt that I will have any problems with that requirement," I replied. "In that case, there is a initiation scheduled this evening for another applicant and, if you wish, you could be included in that ceremony. Is there any sexual activity you find especially abhorrent," Marianne asked. "Well, as long as it doesn't involve pain, I'm game for about anything," I responded with a smile. "I can assure you that there will be no pain involved, our members are much more interested in giving and receiving pleasure. By the way, I assume you are on some sort of birth control?"Assuring her that I was, she gave me a crooked grin and said, "Excellent, that will make our preparation so much less complicated!" "Since the festivities are not scheduled to begin for another hour or so, why don't you join our other applicant, Dianne, for dinner and I'll come to collect you both when we're ready for you," Marianne smiled. She then escorted me to the dining room where she seated me with a stunning but extremely nervous looking, young blonde woman. Dianne was several years younger than I and much taller; very attractive with a slim but shapely figure and large firm breasts. Like me, she wasn't wearing a bra as I could see a hint of nipples pushing at the material of her peach colored silk blouse. Her long champagne-colored hair hung nearly to her waist. After introducing us to each other, she said, "You two ladies enjoy your meals and get acquainted. I'll be back for you when all the preparations are complete." With that, Marianne left us to our own devices. After ordering dinner, we chatted about this and that for a while, Dianne becoming more distracted by the minute. Finally I leaned across and took Dianne's moist hand in mine and asked, "Nervous?" She looked at me shyly and replied, "Yes, I'm not sure I can go through with this." "If it's not too personal, how did you become interested in the club," I asked. "My fiance nagged me until I agreed," she replied, "He's been a member for several years and he asked me to join. I love him dearly and really enjoy sex with him but I've never done anything like this before!" "Has he given you any idea what to expect during this initiation," I asked."Well, according to him, we'll be required to perform certain unspecified sexual acts with several other members of both sexes while the remaining members watch us. That's the part I'm afraid I'll be too embarrassed to go through with. I've never had sex with any man but him ... and I've never even thought of having sex with another woman," she said softly, her face turning bright crimson. "Just concentrate on your partner and the pleasure you're giving each other. Don't even think about what's going on around you. Remember, every one there has been through the same experience. You said yourself that you enjoy sex so, as we Yanks say, just go with the flow," I said in a reassuring tone. She smiled at me gratefully and seemed to regain some of her composure. Just then our meals arrived so we discontinued our discussion. We had no more than finished our meal when Marianne returned. Smiling broadly she asked, "Well, are you ladies ready for some fun?" We rose from the table and, with Dianne blushing once again, followed Marianne's swaying, sensuous hips toward the waiting elevator.Exiting the elevator on the third floor, we emerged into a wide, dimly lit oak paneled corridor. My feet sunk into the soft deep piled carpet as Marianne led us past several identical closed heavy oak doors, finally stopping and unlocking one bearing a plaque "Dressing Rooms". Opening the door she ushered us into a large, well appointed room equipped not only with several dressing rooms but also showers, lockers, lounge chairs and makeup tables. At the far end of the room was another door marked "Stage Entrance". "Well ladies, it's show time!" she announced brightly.
"Either of you having second thoughts?" "Not me. What about you, Dianne? Are you up for it?" I replied. Dianne swallowed hard and, looking somewhat flustered, responded, "If you can do it, I guess I can too. Can't let a Yank show us Brits up." "Right, that's the spirit," Marianne laughed. "First we must decide how to proceed. This is unique situation in that we have two inductees tonight. Usually we induct only one new member per ceremony but since Dianne's induction has been scheduled for days and Alex will only be in our country for a short time on this visit, we felt we should accommodate both of you tonight. Which of you would like to go first?" Dianne and I looked at each other, each waiting for the other to say something. Finally Dianne said, "If you don't mind Alex, I'd like to go first; I'm so nervous I'm afraid I'll back out if I have to think about it any longer." "Certainly, I understand how you feel," I smiled at her reassuringly. "And don't worry Dianne, you'll do just fine."Marianne led Dianne to a small dressing room next to the stage door. After a few moments they emerged and Marianne, dressed in a floor length black robe, led a blindfolded Dianne through the stage door and out onto what appeared to be a low, brightly lit platform. After a moment, Marianne returned and beckoned to me. "Would you like to watch," she asked. "We don't usually allow uninitiated members to view these proceedings but, as you seem to be more experienced than most of our prospective members, I don't see the harm of it. Moreover, since I make the rules, I guess I can also make exceptions to them," she grinned wickedly.