No copyright infringements are intended. The plot is mine I'm just borrowing the characters

EPOV

It was laundry day meaning my housekeeper would be in to take my suits and shirts to the cleaners, so I was busy emptying and checking all my pockets. I had a terrible habit of never throwing anything away so I was amazed at what I usually found. Among all the ticket stubs, pens and small change I came across the invitation again. I hadn't given it much thought since that night really, I had presumed the guys would want to go, seeing as it was somewhere neither had ever been invited before, but I had forgotten to mention it. Looking at the date it was this coming weekend, I quickly RSVP'd anyway and set a reminder to speak to the guys when we met up later.

I was mildly curious, I had done what little bit of research I could on the sex club, it was apparently just named 'DESIRE' nothing else. I thought it was a bit corny, but who was I to judge, my club didn't even have a name, the plaque on the door just had the street name and number on it. I thought this gave it an air of mystery, but it had just caused havoc when I had had to register the club and set up bank accounts and other formalities. Try explaining to someone that the business doesn't have a name as such, just an address.

DESIRE's website wasn't very informative, it was more suggestive, and a good marketing ploy I thought. Apart from my little tour that day of the empty rooms I had no real idea what actually went off in there, but I could imagine, whether my imagination was correct would need to be seen. I was looking forward to having a good look round, to seeing who the clientele where, what the demographic was like and more importantly what the price of subscriptions were. I knew that there was a chance I could share some of their clients so I needed to try and get a feel for how much people were spending on this side of the city. I didn't think it would be that different as most of my existing clients were wealthy enough not to have to worry, but it's always a concern starting afresh in a new area. I wasn't stupid, I know fashions change, I also know that clubs like mine are built on reputation and personal reference, business deals happen every day in my bar, sauna and steam room, just like on the golf course, and for the big business men if you are not there then you are not part of the group.

This was another reason I was thinking about a restaurant and maybe a business centre in the new club. I had to find a way of allowing women in so business could be discussed. I'm not a misogynist, I know that to widen the circle of members I need to let my members bring business colleagues in for meetings and that half of these at least had to be women. So a separate area where meetings could be held, away from the everyday members and 'never the twain shall meet' could potentially keep everyone happy. I made a note to speak to my new architect Carlisle and went back to staring at the invitation.

Later that night Jasper and I got together for dinner, Emmett was off doing something or somebody he was being very vague about. I hadn't seen him since the night in the bar when we had left him with the group of very loud, very drunk women.

"What's happening with Emmett, I've hardly spoken to him this week?" I asked Jasper

He burst out laughing, nearly spraying me with beer "Oh he's got his hands full, let's just say I think he may just have met his match"

"What do you mean?"

"You'll see later, he is coming to meet us, he should be here in about half an hour" Jasper responded cryptically.

I tucked into my steak and asked Jasper about the fish dish that had just been put in front of him. We were in a fashionable restaurant in town and I was trying the food because I had heard great things about the chef and had spoken to him a couple of times. Plan was for Jasper and I to head hunt him, we had decided that we could offer him a joint venture and if he was interested, he could set up my new restaurant, and make as much fancy food as he wanted, as well as having over all control of the bar food. Plan was for something similar at Jasper's club and his new bar. That way we could afford the ridiculous salary he was demanding, advertise that we had him and help him satisfy the creative outlet he kept telling me he needed, whatever that meant.

We were just demolishing an excellent cheese board when Emmett came bounding into the restaurant to join us. He sat in the spare chair we had arranged for him and let out a huge sigh.

"Fuck I'm knackered! If I don't get a rest soon I think I may just have to retire out injured for a week or two", he said as he poured himself a glass of water and helped himself to a huge piece of a very strange English cheese .

"What the fuck is that?", he said as he picked up his napkin and spat the cheese into it.

"That my good man is an imported English cheese called "Stinking Bishop" I said in my best, if not very good English accent.

"Well they can keep it. What's wrong with cheese that comes in a squeezy bottle?" he said wiping his tongue on the napkin again.

"Why are you so tired, is training more strenuous than usual?" I asked quite innocently.

Jasper once again laughed out loud and at this point between the two of them I was sure we were going to be asked to leave.

"Training is a breeze as ever no I'm talking about Rosie. The woman is insatiable and I'm struggling to keep up with her. I'm getting about two hours sleep every night, then between her and training I'm just not getting any down time. In fact Ed I think I'm going to come and hide at your club tomorrow night, she won't be able to get me there."

"Emmett if she is becoming a nuisance you really need to get rid and get a restraining order if she is too much" was my response. I was well aware how clingy some women could get, hence my well tested route of anonymous sex.

"Why the fuck would I do that? The women is amazing, in fact if she can keep this pace up I might just marry her and give up the soccer training instead. I will probably die from being shagged to death" he said in a very bad attempt, even worse than mine, at another British accent.

Jasper was now rolling about in his chair, he was laughing so hard, I quickly called for the bill and herded us out of the restaurant, there were plenty of good chefs around, we could look for another if we needed to.

We settled in the bar across the road, we could talk in here without having to worry about Emmett, so as soon as we sat down, we ordered beers all round and I turned to him "ok explain, what is going on?"

With that Emmett told us everything, most of which I really didn't want to know. I was now far too informed on positions, number of times and what she could do with her fingers in places where I didn't want anybody but my doctor going. Emmett though was absolutely enthralled, his face was alive as he spoke about her and I could see that he was on the edge of falling for her. I was happy for him, he was a great guy and I wanted him to be happy.

As he finally slowed down I asked how he had met her,

"Don't you remember that night we went to stake out Jasper's new bar? I told you the place was full of lovely ladies, and I recognised her instantly, she was the one that got away a while back, she was in there with her friends on a girlie night out. You two pussies went home early, well I stayed and partied with the ladies, and damn could they party, but anyway I'm helping them out with a little erm…. Problem one of them has, I'm looking for volunteers. Would either of you be available to help out?"

I wasn't falling for that, "No whatever it is, I'm not getting involved. You always get roped into some scheme or another and we always end up either in trouble, a cell or out of pocket so No No,No!"

"Oh don't worry this won't cost you a cent, it's not money she's after".

"I'm intrigued Em, what have you got yourself involved with now?" Jasper asked, obviously curious. Had he not learnt his lesson? The last time we went to help Emmett out we ended up nearly getting arrested.

"Before we get in to this, and you get talked into doing something you will regret later, I want to talk to you about this weekend. I have an invitation to a club near my new premises, I don't know if you have heard of it but it's called 'DESIRE'."

"What the fuck are you doing with an invitation for there? Do you know what sort of club it is?" Emmett asked, his eyes were almost out on stalks and his face had gone very red.

"Yes I know now what sort of club it is now, I had a short tour around it a few weeks back, I was over there looking at the businesses in the area and as it was the only other club of sorts I went and introduced myself, but more to the point how do you know about it?"

"Half the team have memberships there, they can go and do whatever they want without any possibility out being exposed in the press, the club has a very strict NDA and they enforce it to the full." Emmett explained.

"Well do you both want to come Saturday Night? I have an invite for us, they are having a taster evening to try and drum up new members, I was thinking we could go so I could see what sort of people their members are, I'm thinking some of their members will eventually become mine as well" I explained

"Oh right so this is purely a research visit, nothing to do with your need to find another way to indulge your anonymous sex kink?" Jasper remarked with that fast becoming annoying smirk on his face.

"Fuck off Jasper, of course not, this is a research visit only, now are we going or what?" I asked.

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Before any of you ask Stinking Bishop is a real cheese, it has a very unique taste and is not to everyone's taste. Think English Stilton only stronger.