t was an exclusive club… men only, if the name wasn’t clue enough… The Rocky Mountain H0 Club.

A secret society which sounded extremely boring, in fact I would had know nothing about it if I hadn’t found a letter on his bookshelf. I had no idea he was a member.

I was at his house when an envelope caught my eye. It lookeded like a wedding invitation… gold on cream. I picked it up and saw that it was an invitation to a meeting of The Rocky Mountain H0 Club. The stationery was impressive, elegant. Inside the envelope was a card with a date and an address, a Villa or Chateau.

I turned around and said “I see you had an invitation…?”

He just answered with an “Ahaa.”

“Am I invited?” I asked.

“No, members only,” he smiled, “Members only, it really is very boring.”

I laughed and suggested that the Club was just a get together of boring old men who ate and drank too much and then tried to out do each other with boring stories.

He repled with “Yes… some as old me.” Then he took me in his arms and kissed me gently as he slid his hand inside my jeans and I soon forgot all about the Rocky Mountain H0 Club as we made love on the lounge floor.

Much later when I was back home I remembered the invitation, it seemed strange, a wedding invitation to a Club meeting. The invitation nagged at me so I ran a search for ‘The Rocky Mountain H0 Club’ on Google.

There was a huge amount of content about model railroads but nothing relevant so I tried to remember the address/name on the card. I found it. It was a chateau, in the mountains, that used to be an exclusive resort hotel but closed maybe fifteen years ago. I was intrigued. It didn’t add up.

I asked him about his plans for Saturday (the day of the meeting) when he phoned the next day. He told me that he had to be there at 2pm but he would be frinished by 7pm and then he would come over and took me out..

Afterwards I still had this nagging doubt about the “Club,” why meet at an exclusive resort, which apparently was closed, why not a regular hotel down town, or a meeting hall? That’s when I decided that I was going to the meeting on Saturday.

I had no idea what I would do when I got there. My plan was just to see what was going on and if it was as innocent as he claimed I would sneak away without him seeing me.

Saturday morning came, I was nervous but excited. I ltook a Taxi from the house just before noon. The driver demanded payment up front before driving me to the chateau, which I thought rather odd and slightly rude.

We reached the chateau at just after one. The driver dropped me just by an impressive arch gateway with ornate iron gates. The name was emblazoned over the arch. The main gates were shut but a smaller gate was open. A smartly uniformed guard lblocked my way and asked me something in Arabic. I didn’t understand. I shook my head.

He repeated the phrase and adds the word ‘party’ in English. I assume he is talking about the meeting… which confims my suspicions that its is not a regular meeting, but some sort of party.

I nod this time and he lets me through. It confirms my suspicions. Doesn’t the guard know that it’s only for members or maybe Juan lied and women guests are allowed. But why wouldn’t he tell me? Is he ashamed of me, Is he having an affair? He takes me to all sorts of parties… why is this different?!

I saw his car in a line at the front of the Chateau, The Corvette small and insignificant among Cadillacs and big SUVs I am angry, I would take it up with him later. I turned to go back, but the guard has left his station and was following me as I went towards the front door, “Excuse,” he said and pointed to the side door, “You go yes?” He gestures towards a door at the side of the building then steps past me and knocks on the door.

A Filipino maid opens it. He says something in Arabic and she looks at me and smiles and gestures me to follow.

With a sigh, I decide to see this to its end. I probably can still sneak away in to a bathroom or something if I see him. The guard leaves us and the maid turns to me, looks me over, appraising me and then tells me that I look old. That’s a weird thing to say. I look askance at her and she adds that I am still pretty. Gee thanks… Old and pretty. Whatever!

She takes me in the back way and upstairs to one of the bedrooms, to “Freshen Up.” I think it is a strange place to take one of the ‘guests’ but I forget all about it when I see the room. It screams of money. Opulent, yet elegant, expensive but very tasteful. I love the place. I know he would love the place.

The maid leaves to get me something to drink. She comes back with a tray with a bottle of wine and a crystal glass. She tells me that it is better if I drink it all up before the event starts.

I look up at her… confused… why drink the whole bottle of wine. She says it helps and adds that it seems it is my first time.

“Where is your costume?” the Maid asks.

“Costume,” I queried

“Or is it your first time?” she asks.

“First time,” I confirmed.

She handed me a leather choker collar, “Put this on then I find for you, drink wine, lots of wine.”

The collar was wide and strong with a beautiful ornate pendant.

I was confused, apprehensive yet excited, I told her that I don’t want to attend the party after all.

“No too late chicken now,” she said and she called out to some guy.

The key scraped in the lock and this huge guy walked in.