AN; This story is rated M for a reason. It'll contain mature themes and explicit descriptions. I'm warning you, this will be unlike anything I've ever written before– SO, beware!

All right, you ask - I deliver. I started this as a one shot years ago! And it was called Swingers Club. Let's just say I laughed when rereading the chapters so I had to edit them, then re-edit and so on. That being said, It'll probably end up being short chapters - like 3000 words - more or less, because I know you guys want me to update - pretty much every single day. So.. I'm compromising.

And please, beware of the very mature content that will surface as the story move forward. I'd say it's 18+ so please - once again - have that in mind. And if you've read this far! Thank you from the bottom of my heart! I've been bilingual since the age of three but I still make mistakes when writing so bare with me. There's always a human behind the creation of a fan fiction story. Once again, the characters do - unfortunately - not belong to me, all rights go to their rightful owners. However, the plot is mine and even though the story might've been told before; I haven't shared my version yet. So, let's get on with it!

Katherine shoved her past the guards and Elena tried her best to send both men a seductive smile. The fact that they'd just managed to fool them into thinking that they were both twenty one and allowed to enter the club was mind blowing to say the least. She'd expected them to take a look at the two of them and deny them access. But no.

They entered a light colored foyer that reminded Elena of a hotel lobby. There was a man standing behind the reception desk and he waved at them as Katherine dragged her forward.

"Ladies, welcome to Ecstasy. I'm Phil. If it's your first time visiting us, I may suggest you hire a locker? Or just keep the keys in your back pocket and use it if you need it, okay? And should you get lucky – remember that there's condoms in the play-areas and please, use them wisely. We're known for our discretion and safe sex is the essential part of our club."

He handed the keys to Katherine and she bit her lower lip as if anticipating Phil's urgency to bite it and suck it into his mouth. Not that it really mattered to Elena but she got the distinct feeling that Phil was gay.

Plus, this was so not what she'd had in mind when Katherine had told her that they'd be going out tonight. It was Elena's last night in Vegas, visiting her friend and Kat wanted to make it memorable; Elena just didn't think she meant– well, this!

"Katherine."

"Yes, do you have a question, dear?" Phil asked with an almost fatherly voice and she wanted to cringe.

"Uh, yes." Elena glanced at Katherine. "What kind of club is this?"

He smiled at me, raising an eyebrow - as if I was stupid - and let out a warm-hearted laugh, while Katherine did the same and laced her arm with mine.

"It's a swingers club, Elena." Katherine whispered with glee.

"Indeed." Phil nodded at us. "Rule number one, leave your cell phones here, they are not allowed inside the club. Rule number two, at Ecstasy we have a zero tolerance policy on drugs. Rule number three, you're not allowed to take photos. As always, if you feel you aren't being respected by another guest you can contact a member of our staff and we will be happy to help you. We are a very safe place to be, and there is no pressure on anyone to go past the boundaries that they set for themselves."

Blinking in astonishment, she absentmindedly, handed her iPhone to Phil.

"I hope you ladies have a nice evening and if you – against all odds, would decide to break the rules, you'll be thrown out immediately."

"Oh, we'll behave." Katherine winked, nodded and actually giggled like a schoolgirl and started for the female locker room. Elena hurried after her, cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

The locker room was painted in a purple color that reminded Elena of lavender. It was… cozy. The place was clean, seemed very sanitary and felt beyond fresh. Someone had placed candles all over the space, causing the light to dance over the walls. Three women walked inside, chatting happily with each other, ignoring the fact that they weren't alone. Elena could tell, from the corner of her eye that all three of them looked a little roughed up. Not beaten or hurt! Just– well, they looked as if they'd been– as if they'd been manhandled and fucked thoroughly. The mere thought had he blushing and she turned to her friend. Had Katherine been here before? At a swingers club? Or was it a sex club? Fetish club? What was the difference?

"Kat, what are we doing here?" Elena whispered quickly and watched Katherine as she choose two lockers beside the glamorous mirror that covered the entire wall, making sure no one got past unscathed or even unseen.

"You finally convinced your parents that you were old enough to come visit me in Vegas. We've done all the sightseeing and you've been at almost every interesting place there is to see and now it's your last night here. I wanted to show you a good time. It's time for you to get a taste of the dark side."

"Couldn't you have brought me somewhere else? This is so not my scene and you know that. A normal bar would have been nice. In fact, it would have been perfect. We are normal people, Katherine."

"Normal? What do you mean? Everyone here is normal. They just like to bend the rules every now and then."

"Um, what does that even mean? I'm freaking out."

"Yeah," Katherine nodded and shrugged out of her leather jacket. "I can tell, you're almost hyperventilating."

"It's not funny."

"Elena, calm down. We got in, there will be tons of hot males to choose from or just ogle if that's your thing. Come on, take off your jacket and let's go grab a drink, okay? We'll just hang out and get hammered. It's your last day for crying out loud. If you're still not drunk when you're boarding the plane tomorrow afternoon– Well, then I've failed to show you Vegas."

Elena couldn't help but to snort and laugh at the same time. Maybe Katherine did have a point? Maybe she should let loose and give it a go. Elena was strung tight but that was just who she was. She'd always been careful and considerate. She could feel her hesitancy slowly fading and evaporating into thin air. What the hell?

"I should say no."

"You and I both know that you won't."

"Fine, one drink."

To say that she was a little freaked out could be the understatement of the year. She tried to focus on the interior and realized that it was beautiful with a raw tone to it; dark and sexy, yet open and spacious.

The club wasn't packed so they could move pretty easily across the slightly crowded dance floor where people of all ages danced. The music playing in the background matched the entire atmosphere and Elena forced herself to breathe. The bar was colorful and inviting; both green and purple spotlights placed in the ceiling, causing the marble top to shine and sparkle.

Katherine managed to - effortlessly and with a grin on her face - order them each a drink and a couple of tequila shots as they took a seat beside one another.

Elena's nerves almost got the best of her when a man walked up to her side and winked at her. He quickly snatched a couple of condoms from the ashtray and licked his lip in anticipation, eyeing her from head to to before leaving.

Her stomach dropped and she turned around and watched as her best friend downed her shot of tequila. Katherine grimaced and let out a low whistle.

"Kat, let's go."

"What? You haven't even touched your drink yet."

"I don't care. Let's just go before it's too late. Please, before I panic."

"Relax. It's going to be okay. Try to actually enjoy yourself."

"En– Enjoy? Are you serious? I'm not enjoying myself, Katherine."

"Yes, I'm serious. Look," Katherine turned to face her and locked eyes with her. "You just got out of a bad relationship. I know that it was rough and that you and Mason had a lot of history. I know that you probably miss him and that weird sensation of safety that he might have brought with him but don't forget how he treated you when you were at your lowest point, Elena. He's lucky he never smacked you around because I would've killed him. Mason never allowed you to have any fun, he was way too dominant and frankly, a real piece of shit. You deserve so much better than him. I need you to understand that."

"Kat–"

"I'm serious."

Elena shook her head, shrugged her shoulders and had to fight back the emotional tears that threatened to escape. She didn't want to talk about Mason, didn't want to rummage around in that trunk and let it out. Because, if she allowed herself to open that trunk and let the baggage out - it would come crashing down on her. Secrets would be revealed and people would get hurt; she wasn't ready for that. She just wanted to shove it all to the side and allow a piece of her soul to be at peace for once. Katherine must've noticed the glassy eyes because she pulled her in for a bone crushing hug and kissed her cheek.

"You'll be fine." She reassured.

"Yeah.# Elena nodded and heaved a deep sigh. "I still can't believe you brought me to a swingers club though. What if they find out that we're not twentyone? What if they think we are lesbians?"

As crazy as it was, people had actually taken them for lesbian lovers at the supermarket the other day. To Elena's baffling surprise, Katherine had played along and slapped her behind while she'd bent over to get some vegetables. The old lady had congratulated Katherine on finding such a lovely girlfriend. Elena had played along and they'd shared a laugh later but still – she felt too old for that kind of shenanigans - even if it was just for fun.

"Does it matter?" Katherine laughed and downed another drink.

"No, I guess not."

"Good! Now, don't worry, let's just roam the room for some male eye candy and–"

"I'm not here to have sex with a complete stranger."

"Of course not, strangers sound way more exciting."

"Kat!" Elena found herself blushing as one of the bartenders glanced at her.

"Loosen your tie, Elena. We're just looking and if you want to take a ride on a motorcycle just make sure it's safe and pick the one you like."

Elena rolled her eyes at the innuendo and dared herself to roam the room with her brown doe eyes. She had to admit that her friend was right. The club was full of people – gorgeous men and women ready to have some adult fun. Okay, yes, Katherine wasn't completely wrong - sex would be a great way to let loose and a great way for her to move on from her ex; but sex with a stranger at a swingers club… It wasn't exactly what she'd planned for her last night in Vegas but she decided to just go with the flow. Flirting and a possible make out session sounded like a good idea. Nothing more and nothing less. She would give it a go, however, the possibility of anyone getting her naked was small, pretty much nonexistent.

"Fine." She sighed and gave up. "How does this work?"

Katherine clapped her hands in excitement and Elena couldn't hold back the soft laugh that escaped her. Kat's eyes danced over the crowd of people while she leaned closer to Elena.

"Pick one. Pick a man that you want to see between your legs; eating you up."

Before Elena could respond a young man swept Katherine off of her feet and dragged her out onto the dance floor. Elena laughed as her friend put on her game face and told her to watch her drink for her. Katherine had always been so open and full of life. She knew what she wanted and went for it no matter the height or width of the obstacle standing in her way.

She'd always followed her own path and Elena admired her for that. Her friend was fierce and sometimes deceiving but that's just how the blonde was wired.

All of a sudden, the feeling of being watched crept up her spine and caused goosebumps to appear on her bare arms. Elena squirmed in her seat and waved at her friend as she continued to grind against the man that had pulled her into his arms. Elena sipped on her drink and dared herself to look over her shoulder. Her brown eyes locked with blue orbs – orbs that could have easily killed with their blazing intensity. She was pretty sure she'd just dropped her jaw onto the floor. She was pretty sure that she was drooling all over the stranger's shoes.

"What are you drinking?"

"Cosmopolitan." She gulped, surprised that she actually managed to form words. His voice was dark, raspy, sexy and hypnotizing - almost a little intimidating.

"Can I get you another one?"

"Uh– I– um–"

"No strings attached of course, it's just a drink."

"Uh– thanks but no thanks. I'm not much for alcohol, I usually don't drink. Like, at all so..." She trailed off, uncertain of what else to say as he sat down next to her, resting his elbow on top of the bar.

"Alright, no alcohol." He frowned for a second as if he'd been surprised by her answer and plastered a devious smirk on his too handsome face.

"But thanks, it was nice of you to offer." Geez, she sounded like a nerd! He would take off and run as far away as he possibly could as soon as he realized she was unable to keep the conversation going.

"I'm Damon." He offered her his hand.

Who did that nowadays? Was he for real? A gentleman? He certainly looked the part, dressed in a black suit, with a white shirt and a matching grey tie. His hair was beyond impeccably messy and he seemed both cocky and comfortable. She tried not to gawk and grabbed the outstretched hand - a little awkwardly a first - a feeling of electricity rushing through her veins, a heated blush creeping up alongside her neck and making its way to her cheeks.

His hand was warm and comforting, his skin so soft against hers as his palm and fingers engulfed hers without much effort. She cursed herself for reacting so strongly. He was a stranger and she was obviously crazy. Oh, lord.

"Elena."

"So, are you in Vegas for business?"

"I– yes." Great Elena, start out with a lie, good girl.

"What do you do for a living?"

Thankfully, Katherine chose this precise moment to interrupt and Elena could've kissed her with the relief that flooded her at the sight of her friend.

Katherine had managed to pick up a guy, that wasn't the guy she'd started out with while dancing and roaming the dance floor. No, this guy looked like a surfer with a wrinkled shirt and suit. He wasn't a bad sight for sore eyes but he wasn't Elena's type. He looked like he was in the middle of a bachelor party, his friends hollering in the background, waving their hands and goofing around.

Elena had no idea how she'd ended up in what looked like a very exclusive hotel room. She ushered Katherine to the corner of the room and chewed her bottom lip, glancing over her shoulder at the man slowly undressing himself. Elena knew that Katherine would never pressure her to do anything she didn't want to do, but still, she felt as if she had to pause the situation for a moment and actually think about it and the consequences it could possibly lead to if they all got naked.

Katherine had never cared much about having a private life. She loved being the center of attention and boy was she good at it. In all seriousness, Katherine could've easily gotten a well paid job as a stripper or maybe even a porn star. The mere thought sounded evil, but it was true nonetheless - if it came down to it, Katherine's adorable face would easily be able to sell porn.

"Kat, what are you doing?"

"You always said you wanted a threesome." Katherine whispered and Elena widened her eyes incredulously, a twinge of panic hitting her chest.

"I said that was a fantasy of mine! Nothing else!" She hissed back.

"I'm up for a threesome." The guy chimed in, showing off the 'up' part of his earlier sentence.

"Mikael, that thing looks awesome but could you please just gives us girls a minute." Katherine raised an eyebrow in his direction and turned to face her friend once again. "You're allowed to enjoy yourself, Elena."

"I know. I know, Kat but this isn't what I had in mind. I want–"

"Okay. It's fine. I'm actually proud of you for getting this far. I thought you would bail a lot sooner." Katherine eyed her curiously and tilted her head as if trying to pinpoint something she hadn't realized earlier. "It's the guy from the bar, isn't it?"

"Don't be ridiculous. We talked for five minutes and I barely said a coherent word. I'm sure he thought I was out of my freaking mind."

"And I think you need a serious pep talk. Elena, I've said it before and I'll say it again. You deserve some happiness of your own. Like Phil said, this is a safe place. Grab some condo–"

"Kat, no! I'll just wait for you out in the lobby."

"Listen to me. If you want him, if you felt something, a spark or whatever, grab some condoms and have at it. I'm sure he'll say yes."

"What about you?"

"Oh, I'll be fine." Katherine mocked her with a perfected roll of her eyes, pointing at the man sporting a pretty impressive erection as he got himself situated on the bed; patiently waiting for them to finish their conversation.

"Please be careful."

"It's sex, not rocket science. And you be careful too."

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