Menage by Jan Springer Page B

thought you knew what tonight was? It’s
ménage night,” Sophie said, shaking her head. “You’ve never been
interested in a ménage before.”
    “So?”
    “You’ve always been a one-guy woman.”
    “It’s time for a change.”
    Sophie’s eyes twinkled with amusement. But
Claire could tell Sophie was pleased.
    “Are you out of your mind?” her friend asked
as she giggled and stopped resisting Claire’s tugs.
    “Shit, I think I have finally found my mind,”
Claire laughed as they entered the room to sign up for a chance at
the ménage.
     

Chapter Two
    “Oh my gosh, Claire! You got the
three-hearted key,” Sophie gasped about half an hour later as
Claire held up the key she’d picked from the tall black hat.
    Because Claire had been the last girl on the
list, she’d been told to go last. The rules were simple. The women
kept selecting keys from the deep dark hat until the ménage key was
picked. She’d pulled out the right one and her legs began to
tremble with excitement as she gazed at the gorgeous red key with
the three hearts intertwined.
    “You win the ménage tonight, Claire.” Jaxie
Smarts, the club owner, winked.
    From the grudging looks on the other women’s
faces, Claire knew she was the envy of the night.
    “This way, Claire.” Jaxie tilted her head
toward the back door that led to the stairs. “And bring the key so
you can get into the ménage room.”
    Claire nodded as exhilaration shot through
her. She waved goodbye to Sophie, who grinned happily, and then
Claire quickly followed Jaxie. The petite red-haired woman smiled
as if she had a secret. But before Claire could ask, Jaxie was
climbing the stairs two at a time. It seemed she was suddenly in
quite the hurry.
    “Those women are pissed because they missed
out on the two cute guys you were staring at,” Jaxie laughed as a
moment later they strolled along the upstairs hallway.
    Oh shoot! Had everyone noticed that she’d
been ogling the guys when she first walked into the club?
    “They’re self-employed too, just like you.
They are construction workers and they own their own business.
Well-hung by the looks of them. From the eager expressions on those
boys’ faces they’ve got a lot of pent-up energy from a hard week of
working on that construction site in the next town.”
    Claire blew out a tense breath. That would
make three of them looking to release sexual energy. She’d been
locked in her house working on back-to-back deadlines for weeks.
Her stories had excited her so much, masturbating had finally
failed to take the edge off. Then she’d encountered writer’s block.
That was when she’d come to the conclusion she needed some hot wild
sex so she could unwind and get back to work in order to meet some
more upcoming deadlines. That’s when she decided she’d better get
some use out of her membership at the club.
    Jaxie showed her to the ladies’ changing
room.
    “I’ll give you the usual drill about the Key
Club. As you already know everyone is regularly tested for STD’s
before and during membership at this club. Background checks are
done on everyone to ensure mental stability and you know they
aren’t a hundred percent foolproof. But these guys checked out and
a close friend knows them personally. She vouches for them and says
they’re good boys. So you can just relax and have a great time.
You’ll find a freshly laundered robe inside your locker along with
a pair of throwaway slippers.” Jaxie gave her the locker key, and
to Claire’s surprise, the woman placed a pale pink envelope onto
the nearby bench. She tapped the letter a few times with her
extra-long red polished fingernails and a smile whispered across
her plump red lips.
    “For you, Claire. From your two gentlemen,”
she said and before Claire could ask questions, Jaxie quickly
left.
    The silence was overwhelming as she eyed the
envelope. This was an interesting turn of events. No guy had given
her a letter before when she’d come here to