From the curtains before us, we could hear a rumble of anticipation that had Tara and me glancing nervously at each other. We were deep in the bowels of the Superior Club, having been greeted in the lobby by Lilly Fox who'd led us down several sets of stairs and into a small anteroom she jokingly referred to as the Green room. "Relax, ladies," she had said, smiling coyly at us. The members are just finishing dinner. She was wearing a slinky, gold sheath dress that clung to her like a second skin. Despite her somewhat bemused and "seen it all" affectations, I could see her nipples hard against the...