Elaine sat at the breakfast table, her Auntie Jess smiling at her across the table. Auntie Jess had always been her go-to relative after she hit puberty. She always encouraged Elaine to spread her wings, as well as her legs, and to enjoy life while she could.
"Happy birthday Elaine, I got you a little present." Jess beamed at Elaine and held out a faux vellum envelope with a wax seal of a topless female figure drawing back a bow.
Elaine grinned and wondered what this could be. Her knife slid under the seal, releasing the contents. Inside a single sheet of card with a very formal invitation to attend an event hosted by the Artemis Club. There was a set of GPS coordinates and a funny looking square image on the back.
"Thank you, Auntie Jess, but what is this?" Elaine arched an eyebrow in confusion.
"You've been moping around the house for the last 6 months since you broke up with Kathy, endlessly scrolling through her Insta feed about her fabulous new sex life. You haven't left the house once, let alone tried to date, someone. So I'm sending you somewhere to let your hair down, and get that frustration out. I had to pull some strings to get you an invitation so don't fuck it up.", Jess sipped at her orange juice for a moment.
"This is an invitation-only club, so it has rules. You have to come alone, no plus ones and no pets. You have to leave your smartphone at reception. You can't ever tell anyone what you get up there. Only use your first name when you're there. Bring at least one black-tie formal event outfit, you're going to need it.
Everyone there has come to fuck someone, maybe more than just one. If you come back with your legs crossed I'm going to slap you." Jess continued drinking her orange juice.
Elaine sat there her mind in a whirl, a place where people went to have lots of sex. After being without sex her long-dormant libido roared in her blood. She not only wanted to go, but she also wanted to get properly fucked every minute she was there.
Elaine left the breakfast table, packed the weekend suitcase she used when she went on a short break.
Elaine picked out soft grey linen trousers with a stylish Chanel black leather belt, a blue silk blouse, and a black leather jacket, black fingerless leather driving gloves, and her favourite black leather knee-high boots before taking a moment to check her reflection in the mirror one last time.
She was 35 years old, 5 foot 10, C cup breasts, and fabulous long legs. Her long chestnut brown hair tied in a loose ponytail. Her blue eyes sparkled with excitement at the adventures she was going to have.
She danced down the stairs put everything behind the seats of her little cherry red Miata, the invitation safely between the seats, slid into the driver's seat, and with excited fingers typed in the GPS location to the sat nav. Giving her aunt a farewell wave, she headed off to find the mythical Artemis Club.
On the long drive, Elaine kept repeating her Aunt's description of the place.
"Everyone there has come to fuck someone, maybe more than just one."
Elaine felt her libido kick into life, demanding new experiences for it to savour. Driving almost on autopilot Elaine kept imagining what filthy fun awaited her.
Elaine looked at the sat nav screen in front of her.
"In 200 metres turn right", squawked the automated voice.
She looked around all she could see was some kind of high stone wall covered in ivy, moss and wildflowers. This was so not where she was expecting to be going. The faux velum envelope stood in the space between the seats, containing an invitation to join some kind of club and directions to this event. Her Aunt had wangled the invitation from somewhere, and she was curious to know what kind of stuff would go on at this event.
There on her right was a solid looking set of metal gates, with what looked like a barcode scanner and an intercom mounted on the wall near where she pulled up. Not knowing what else to do, she plucked the envelope from between the seats and opened it again. Then she remembered a funny-looking square on the back of the invite, she held that under the barcode reader for a moment. There was a click and the gates swung back to let her drive through.
"Welcome miss, please follow the drive to the big house and park anywhere that isn't marked as reserved, then come to reception. Thank you." The intercom delivered its message then went silent.
Elaine shrugged and drove through the gates, following the gravel drive that wound out of sight. Behind her, she could see the gates closing behind her; this was some security for the place.
The drive leads her to a large country house, like something from Downton Abbey only less of a crumbling antique. She found a place to park her car, switched off the engine, and grabbed her weekend case from behind the seats. That was the worst thing about driving a Miata, no bloody storage space in the boot. She pushed open the driver's door, put the case outside, and raised the roof back into position with a press of a button and a whirr of motors. She stepped out from the low-slung car, grabbed the handle of her weekend case, and headed towards the reception. After a few steps, the car beeped flashed its lights twice and went silent. The joys of auto door locking.
Elaine could almost hear her libido growling in her ear, wanting lots of lovely passionate sex.
Through a large set of oak doors was the reception desk, behind which a short woman with a gentle sun-kissed tan dressed in the regulation hotel uniform, white blouse, grey pencil skirt, navy blazer with shiny brass buttons. She looked in her late thirties with bottle-blonde hair that tied back into a shoulder-length ponytail. She also had the most incredible tits Elaine had seen in some time; at least three buttons were open on the blouse to prevent them from bursting through the material. Elaine walked in, gave a friendly smile and a warm greeting. Elaine pushed the retractable handle of her case down and found herself entranced by that heavenly cleavage.
Jesus, she must be a D cup at least, she thought and for a moment was utterly lost in the thought of pressing her face in that cleavage and motorboating it. A polite cough snapped her back to reality.
Oh god, I hope I wasn't staring this is going so very badly.
"Good afternoon Miss. My name is Petra, welcome to the Artemis Club. May I have your invitation please?" her voice had a gentle Eastern European accent, warm and inviting.
Elaine found she wanted to hear that voice say very dirty things to her indeed.
Pulling herself together with an effort, Elaine handed over the invitation including the envelope.
That was when Elaine noticed the small brass name badge clipped to her blouse with, Petra Guest Services, engraved on it. Elaine blushed furiously for a moment, angry with herself for her stupidity.
Petra didn't seem to have even noticed Elaine's cheeks changing colour.
"Your room is ready for you Miss before I hand over your event bracelet I need to ask you some questions. Is that all right?"
"Umm, yes that's all right, go ahead." Elaine wasn't sure why all this was necessary it was only a weekend party of some kind not a meeting of the UN.
"Thank you, Miss. Are you expecting your period this weekend?"
Elaine gaped at the woman, what the fuck did this have to do with anything.
"No, no I'm not. Is it necessary to ask me this?" Elaine felt her cheeks redden.
"Thank you, Miss. Have you had sexual intercourse with a man in the last 48 hours?"
Elaine blushed violently; a deep crimson hue tinted her cheeks. Why did they need to know that?
"I'm sorry. I think I misheard you, could you say that question again please?"
Petra gave Elaine a patient, sympathetic smile.
"Yes Miss, have you had sexual intercourse with a man in the last 48 hours?"
That voice purred again, with a slight tilt to the eyebrow.
Elaine felt deeply embarrassed, what kind of place was this.
Before she could think, she heard herself answering.
"No, no I haven't had sex with a man in the last 48 months let alone hours."
Petra just smiled, and tapped something into a computer under the desk; a soft ping noise was the only result.
"Thank you, Miss, please hold out your right wrist please I need to attach your event bracelet."
Not knowing what else to do Elaine held out her right wrist and wondered what they were going to do with it, slap her hand with a ruler for being naughty.
Petra merely smiled kindly, withdrew a copper coloured elasticated wristband with "415" embroidered on it in large white numbers. Slipping it over Elaine's right hand and letting it gently fit around her wrist.
"Petra, what is all this about? I don't know what's going on." Elaine was very confused by all of this.
"Some of our guests prefer not to ahem, play if they answer a yes to either question. We give them a red wristband to mark that perhaps they may not wish to play with others. The metallic colours are for membership levels. As a new member Miss, you have Copper level. The room number is also your room extension if another guest wants to contact you on the internal phone in your room. The room numbers break down as follows, 4 the section with guest rooms, 1 because you're on floor 1 and 5 as it's the 5th room on that floor."
Elaine just nodded dumbly, barely following the very unusual conversation.
"May I show you to your room Miss?" Petra was beaming at her now, white teeth gleaming, that soft tanned skin whispering lustful thoughts to Elaine's libido.
"Yes, Petra please do."
Petra stepped smartly out from behind the desk, her chest making Elaine's mouth water, casually gripping the case by the handle and walking slowly towards the stairs. Elaine followed dumbly after her like a child at boarding school.