Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 128417 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 642(@200wpm)___ 514(@250wpm)___ 428(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 128417 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 642(@200wpm)___ 514(@250wpm)___ 428(@300wpm)
Name?
“Joshua William Faraday,” he writes. And, yet again, the sight of his full name sends a shiver down my spine. “Sexy man,” I say out loud in my empty hotel room.
With this application, you will be required to submit three separate forms of identification. The Club maintains a strict “No Aliases Policy” for admission. You may, however, use aliases during interactions with other Club members, at your discretion.
“OK,” he writes.
Age?
“29,” he writes.
Provide a brief physical description of yourself.
I scan his full response to this question again. But this time reading Josh’s words, my heart races and leaps: “I prefer not to talk about the meanings of my tattoos at length, so please tell whoever gets assigned to me not to ask about them.”
A wave of excitement washes through me. If that’s how Josh felt when he wrote those words, he certainly doesn’t seem to feel that way now—or, at least, not when it comes to me.
With this application, you will be required to submit three recent photographs of yourself to your intake agent. Please include the following: one headshot, one full-body shot revealing your physique, and one shot wearing something you’d typically wear out in a public location. These photographs shall be maintained under the strictest confidentiality.
Just for the heck of it, I click onto Josh’s naked-bad-boy-photo and stare at it for a moment. This man sends my pulse racing and my blood boiling in a way I’ve never felt before. Damn, boy—just like Audra Mae is singing in my ear right now—I’m absolutely addicted to him.
Please sign the enclosed waiver describing the requisite background check, medical physical, and blood test, which you must complete as a condition of membership.
“Done,” he writes.
Sexual orientation? Please choose from the following options: Straight, homosexual, bisexual, pansexual, other?
“Straight,” he writes.
Do any of your sexual fantasies include violence of any nature?
“Yes,” he writes.
Whoa. Holy shitballs. Not what I expected. I move quickly to the next section.
If so, please describe in detail. Please note that your inclination toward or fantasies about sexual violence, if any, will not, standing alone, preclude membership. Indeed, we provide highly particularized services for members with a wide variety of proclivities. In the interest of serving your needs to the fullest extent possible, please describe any and all sexual fantasies involving violence of any nature whatsoever.
“I have a sexual fantasy in which I come to the rescue of a woman who’s been bound and raped.”
Whoa again.
Are you a current practitioner of BDSM and/or does BDSM interest you? If so, describe in explicit detail.
“BDSM interests me insofar as it relates to fulfilling the fantasy described above.”
Payment and Membership Terms. Please choose from the following options: One Year Membership, $250,000 USD; Monthly Membership, $30,000 USD. All payments are non-refundable. No exceptions. Once you’ve made your selection regarding your membership plan, information for wiring the funds into an escrow account will be immediately forthcoming under separate cover. Membership fees shall be transferred automatically out of escrow to The Club upon approval of your membership.
“I’m interested in a one-month membership, administered according to my exact specifications, described below. If additional payment beyond your usual monthly fee is required for you to deliver exactly what I’ve asked for (below), I’m open to further negotiation of your fee. Please advise.”
Oh my effing God. My heart is pounding forcefully in my ears. I can’t read Josh’s words fast enough.
Please provide a detailed explanation about what compelled you to seek membership in The Club.
“It’s pretty simple, actually: I’m joining The Club because I’m a sick fuck. Or so I’ve been recently told by someone I loved and trusted with all my fucking heart. Well, I might be a sick fuck, but at least I’m not a heartless liar. I’m not the one who begged me to open up, pleaded with me to tell her the truth about my deepest desires and told me it was safe and she wouldn’t judge me, and then when I finally broke down and told her everything, called me a ‘sick fuck’ and said there’s something ‘deeply wrong with me’ and then cheated on me with a douchebag who wears a fucking ascot and says ‘bloody hell’ and rides polo ponies for fuck’s sake. Motherfucking bastard asshole. After three years she couldn’t give me the courtesy of breaking up with me? I had to hear she’d run off with that douche from a friend? Ha! And this was all because of shit I merely fantasized about doing—I hadn’t even done any of it yet—and she ran away screaming (and right into that fucktard’s arms)?
“For three years, I tried my damnedest to fix her and love her and protect her as best I could. But it turns out she was too broken to be fixed and loved and protected—or at least too broken to be fixed by a ‘sick fuck’ like me. Well, if I’m gonna lose the only girl I’ve ever loved for simply fantasizing about doing some crazy shit, then I might as well fucking do all of it, huh? Especially now that she’s gone for good, riding off into the sunset on a fucking polo pony. Why should I suffer all the consequences of being a sick fuck without reaping all the rewards, too? So let’s do this shit, motherfuckers. I’m ready, baby—as ready as a sick fuck can possibly be.”