Amidst all of my angst over Elle's downward slide... the one to which I'd applied copious amounts of KY Lubricant, I needed to do one more thing before making my initial foray into the "Adult Sex Club" that Kat had recommended. Despite her and our new friend Keith's endorsement, I wanted to be extra sure I wasn't putting myself and Elle into any sort of compromising position.
So I called my friend Teddy.
He and I had grown up together, gone to the same schools and been best friends until I went off to one college and he'd gone off to another. I'd studied "Education, with a Business minor" and he'd studied "Co-eds, with a Football/Baseball minor."
At age 12, Teddy was 6'0" tall and weighted 200 lbs.
At age 22, he was a 6'4," 240 lb "Small College All American" at Defensive End/Linebacker. He also was the catcher on a Conference winning baseball team.
While he'd managed to have a cup of coffee in the NFL, 2 years on "Practice Squads," with 2 call ups and 4 games of participation, he'd had a respectable career played in the Canadian Football League, playing for 6 years and winning 2 Grey Cups.
Now, over twenty years later, we were again best friends, Teddy now in the "Adult Entertainment" business.
He'd put his "Major in Co-Eds..." to good use
If you'll recall, in Chapter 18, I first introduced Elle to "Strip Clubs." But in making the decision on which of several to bring her, I'd purposely avoided one club in particular. The reason for my choosing to avoid that club... was because it belonged to Teddy and I wasn't sure how he might handle my arrival with a woman that wasn't my wife!
But now I needed his advice... and because my wife and I would sometimes attend events at Teddy's club together, including having her judge "Amateur Night" contestants, I couldn't have him innocently ask me, "So how did that Sex Club work out for you?"
While chastising me for my lack of faith in him, he did offer a comment on, "... the dangerous game you're playing with her..." meaning Elle. That was before he answered my question about that "Sex Club" with, "... to the best of my knowledge the place is legit and the law seems to feel the same way."
The next day he called to tell me he'd done some additional checking... and was thinking about joining himself! (He was kidding... his wife Jeanne, a Canadian, had two Moose heads hanging in the house and would think nothing of adding Teddy's if she thought he was screwing around with, "...the help!")
He did ask that I let him know how the club actually worked...
And he never asked about being introduced to Elle.
I submitted my application that night, via email, and received a confirmation reply later that evening. Along with the confirmation came a phone number and a request that I call that number at my earliest convenience.
But... the request also contained an appeal that my reply take place, "... the sooner the better, as we have a "Orientation Night" coming up next week and I'd like to give you an opportunity to attend."
It was signed, "Mike."
I called the number the next morning and got voice mail. I asked that "Mike" return my call at, "... 4:00 PM if possible. If not, "Please before 5:00."
He called at 4:05.
The "interview" was simple; answers to questions about my knowledge of the club, the philosophy behind its rules and regulations and one pointed question... actually two pointed questions... "Can you abide by these rules...?" and "When can I expect to hear from your significant other?"
"She's sitting next to me," I responded, after answering in the affirmative to his first question... then handing the phone to Elle.
We'd driven to a donut shop parking lot and I was standing outside her car. Because I knew that the rules called for her to answer the same questions Mike had asked me... I had, for the first time, had her participating in my plans that would include a, hoped for, number of sexual interludes for her with strangers.
Didn't like it, but I had no way around it.
She was actually excited about the possibilities, her innocence about those possibilities a big part of her excitement.
I put the phone on "Speaker" mode.
After Mike had asked his questions and seemed satisfied with Elle's answers, he bantered a bit with her, making a few suggestive remarks, which she laughed off and then offered a couple of her own suggestive remarks. That caused a pause on his part and then..., "If you don't mind me asking... what do you do for a living?"
As she started to answer... he interrupted, "I'll bet you're a school teacher!"
Surprised... she responded, "How did you know that?" now looking at me.
I shook my head and shrugged... he hadn't asked, so I'd never volunteered that information.
Mike answered, "Because about 60% of our female members are teachers or nurses and they are, by far, the most confident and self depreciating girls on the planet. I can't wait to meet you!"
She couldn't wait for the next Friday to arrive either.
That night I emailed Keith and asked him to how his "Orientation" had gone, since he and Sara had been members at "Options" for about three months. While he'd given me a cursory explanation the night after his "Orientation," it had only included a physical description of the club, some of the rules and a small sample of his interactions with the members and potential members. He hadn't gotten into any of the important stuff... like what did those present expect of the potential members... in regards to their sexual proclivities?
As usual... he was no help at all!
"Wish you would have warned me. Sara and I would have attended if for no other reason than to ravage your lovely Elle for the whole time that she's there!"
"You'll get your chance... either there, if they accept us... or at Eden! How did the women dress?" I asked.
"Mostly casual, but a few wore sexy things.," he replied, then adding, "But none of the women present exposed herself as expertly as Elle... and I can guarantee that!"
That tidbit solidified my decision on what she would wear.
I promised to let him know how we made out and if we'd decided to join and had been accepted.
He was good with that.
In between I told another story in both classrooms, which was well received by both children and teachers. In a surprise move, Leo, the principal, decided to attend my presentation in Lexi's class, her forth grade teacher, Ms. Silva having no reasonable explanation as to why he'd made that decision.
He also congratulated me on the story and told me that I'd done nothing that would alter his opinion on my ability to connect with the children.
Because my "Story" time for Lexi's class was always right after lunch, Leo walked with me from the classroom to the office. On the way, he casually mentioned, "... some rumors" he'd heard that referenced a "... possible romance between you and Elle?"
