It looked like a basement flat of an ordinary townhouse in a well to do area backing onto the park. Only the doormen standing by the entrance gave any indication that it was not a private residence. There were no signs. If you don’t know about the club then it most certainly isn’t for you. Membership is exceptionally exclusive, with a lengthy process of vetting, references and sponsorship. Members are allowed to bring one guest for whom they accept responsibility. Any misbehaviour results in the permanent expulsion of the guest, the member, and the member that sponsored that member’s membership, so people tend to behave.
Even so there was a need for doormen, and indeed the doormen were the main reason the club was so expensive. In fact doormen really does not do them justice, they were responsible for the safe and smooth running of the club. They were present in a ratio to customers that would make a daycare proud, in their matching light grey suits and discrete headsets. As well as being large and intimidating and proficient in some of the less sophisticated martial arts, each was thoroughly trained in risk aware consensual kink. Their job was to know the hard and soft limits of everyone they were observing, to watch for safe words and safe signals, and to always be on hand to activate quick release mechanisms or simply step in when someone was going to far.