Chapter Twelve
The Bridge Club
Actually, it wasn’t a club for playing cards. It just happened to be a small private club located beneath a famous and ancient suspension bridge in a major US city. It happened that at that time, Melinda was putting together a “chorus line” as she called it, yet another amusement facility for women of substance who wanted something more than a night out watching buff male strippers wiggle their hard bodies in a fancy club; entertainment for females and gay males only. A modern bordello for female clients only…although the occasional guest of mixed gender might show up and be accepted, assuming their bank card was acceptable and they were discrete enough to blend in with the other guests.
Melinda’s plan called for no less than a dozen male subjects who wou
