Sharing the Sheets by Natalie Weber

Third, if you move as a couple, you stay as a couple. Meaning, that any activity you participate in your partner must be present and involved whether it’s contributing or watching. Your partner must be present in the same room. When you go through those doors”—she pointed to a large solid oak door across the room—“there are different rooms you can enter and interact with others. Every person here has been screened. There are condoms in every room or lounge area. We leave it up to the individual or couple to practice safe sex. Lastly, I will have to take any electronic devices on you along with your purse and wallet for security reasons. You will place them into a locked security box where only you can open it. All security boxes are placed into a guarded room where entry can only be made with a key card held by me only. Now that we got that out the way, what can I get you to drink?”
    â€œWe’ll take two glasses of Patrón with ice and salted lime wedges.”
    â€œOkay, I’ll be back with your drinks and the lockbox for your belongings. Don’t forget to choose a color to continue with.” She set the platter of masks on a small table beside us and walked over to the bar. A huge six foot shadow suddenly appeared following her.
    â€œWow, this is . . .” I didn’t want to react. My insides were flipping around, in a good way. But if I’d shown him how anxious I was he would have seen an opportunity to get back in. I didn’t want it to go there. I had him at my beck and call, not me at his.
    â€œThis is your chance to back out now if it’s something you don’t want to do. I don’t want you to feel pressured just because we’re here.” He picked up the green mask.
    â€œGreen, you want to try something new?”
    â€œIsn’t that the reason we’re here? If it’s not our tea we can always leave.”
    â€œWell, there’s the safe word.” He passed me a green mask, but I pushed his hand away. “Maybe next time.”
    The hostess returned with our drinks in hand and the lockbox carried by her six foot shadow. He was definitely intimidating with his broad shoulders, big chest, at least 300 pounds, arms as big as thighs; and the lighting made him just plain ol’ scary.
    â€œOkay, here we go. Your drinks.” She placed each glass into our hands. “Have you decided on your color for the night?” She looked to her shadow and took the lockbox and placed it in front of us. He then handed her a tablet. She swiped on the screen and presented it to us. “Can both of you place your right thumbs on the screen for a few seconds. This way you can open the lockbox.”
    We did as she asked. I was impressed. These parties must bring in an exclusive crowd. The security seemed topnotch. She then requested us to place our thumbs on a black screen on top of the lockbox. Two seconds later the door popped opened. I handed Tony my purse and he put it in along with his cell phone and money clip.
    â€œPlease close the door. Thank you.” She handed the box to her shadow. “The box cannot be opened without your thumbprints. Now have you decided on your color?”
    â€œYes, red.”
    â€œOkay then, Mr. and Mrs. Smith, you can proceed through those double doors and enjoy your night.” She picked up the tray of masks and walked away with her shadow following.
    â€œOkay, you ready to explore? From what I heard we should have lots of fun.” He grabbed my hand and led me through the double doors.
    With drinks in hand we stepped through the doors. The lights were very dim staying with the same red color. There were daybeds scattered throughout. It was a very large warehouse separated into different sections by hanging sheer curtains. All types of moans and groans could be heard: some cursing in ecstasy, some reaching their climax, and some encouraging others to go harder.
    It was overwhelming at