Yay, I'm back with a brand new story. As I mentioned in my last fic this one is a lot smuttier and probably a bit OOC but once I started it I couldn't resist. I hope you enjoy it.

Chapter 1

Molly knew absolutely that she was drunk. There was no way that she would be having the conversation that she was having had she been sober. The only consolation was that Meena was just as intoxicated as she was, if not more so.

The two of them were sat on opposite ends of Molly's sofa with their feet tucked up under them drinking red wine and snacking on crisps and dips that had been put in the gap between them for easy access. They'd been like this for most of the night as they giggled and gossiped together.

'So you haven't seen anyone since Tom. Shit Molly that was over a year ago...and you haven't, you know...done it since then?'

Molly snorted in a very unladylike way. 'Nope, nothing...not a sausage.'

They both burst into giggles once more.

'But don't you miss it? Pete and I barely manage a week without sex before feeling frustrated.'

'Yes I miss it but I don't want to pretend I can be in a relationship when we both know I'm stupidly in love with a stupid Consulting Detective who just sees me as a stupid, sexless friend.'

'What about a one night stand then?'

Molly raised an eyebrow and took another sip of her wine. 'Seriously, do you know how risky that is in London...anyway it's just not my scene having to chat someone up. You know what I'm like.'

Meena smirked. 'A hooker then.'

'Meena!'

'What, why not? It would be perfect.'

'And you know so many do you?'

'Alright none...' she was silent for a moment and Molly could tell she was thinking.

'What? What is it?'

Her friend absentmindedly picked up a tortilla chip and dipped it in the hummous.

'Well...I'm just remembering a place one of the doctors told me about a couple of years back. You remember Surinda. She found this up market place...all very discreet; people wore masks and could hook up or watch.'

Molly looked at her friend wide eyed. 'Really, what, here in London? Did she go to it?'

'Yes, quite a few times. She was like you, she'd broken up with her fella and didn't want anything serious but still missed sex. God...what was it called? Something French.'

Molly found herself leaning forward mentally urging her friend to remember. She was surprised by how intrigued she was at the sound of it. They might have been having a bit of a laugh but Molly really did miss physical contact and this could actually be the answer.

'Black sex or love or something...get your iPad.'

Molly handed it over and then poured them both a bit more wine, wondering how they had managed to finish another bottle.

'Here it is L'amour Noir. It's on the outskirts of Soho, no surprises there then. Ooh they have a website.'

They moved the bowls of food and sat closer so they could look at the screen together. It was all very tasteful, describing the layout, a bar and restaurant on the ground floor, discreet rooms and viewing areas on the first and BDSM suites on the top floor. You chose your level, dating, sex or bondage and the prices were reflected accordingly. There were vetting processes to go through including monthly health checks and the cost precluded just anyone getting in.

On the upper floors masks were worn by all guests to ensure privacy and confidentiality. They could only be removed in the private booths...booths which you could leave open if you enjoyed being watched.

Molly laughed along with Meena as they read and giggled at the details, denying that she would ever consider doing anything so extreme but the idea of the place stayed with her long after her friend had left for the evening.

Over the next few days she found herself revisiting the page, flicking through all the images, rereading the membership criteria and prices until she knew it all off my heart. She kept telling herself that she couldn't do it, that she shouldn't but it was like Pandora's box and once the idea was out there she couldn't put it back away no matter how much she tried.

In the end she told herself that she would just get the entry level membership, that she'd probably be turned down anyway but when she filled out the online form it was the first floor sex rooms membership that she clicked on. She sent it off along with proof of her clean bill of health and tried to forget all about it but she checked her in box hourly for the next two days.

When the email came in her heart was pounding and her hands felt clammy as she clicked it open to read the message welcoming her to the club and inviting her along to one of their initiation nights.

Needless to say she chickened out of the first one and then spent the next fortnight regretting it and wishing she'd been brave enough. So when the second invite appeared she bit the bullet and turned up feeling herself shaking with nerves as she did. The reception area was all very discreet and she was swiftly taken through to a private room where she could change into something 'more comfortable'. She'd read and reread the dress code, which was fairly open minded and had bought herself a new set of lingerie for the night.

She sat in the room for a moment wondering if she could really go through with it but she'd come so far and regretted so much so in the end she picked one of the soft black lace masks that had been left out for her and held her head up high as she exited the room through the door opposite to the one she'd entered through. It was strange how much more confident and empowered she felt with the mask on. She felt as though she could be anyone, not having to conform to the nondescript image of Dr Molly Hooper.

A member of staff greeted her as she came out and walked her around the first floor explaining some of the rules, showing her the rooms and where the panic buttons were should she feel intimidated in anyway and need support. She wasn't the only newbie being led through this process and as they were in before the venue officially opened they were all able to get used to the place unhindered.

There were two large rooms connected by a bar area. Molly had been given a thin black wristband to wear as did everyone else and the bar staff scanned it and anything she ordered was added to her bill for later payment.

The rooms were both circular with lots of seating and tables but around the outside edge were various booths with different beds and furniture in them. Each was decorated differently, some romantic, most sexily and they had a curtain which could be drawn for privacy or could be left open if those inside preferred to be watched. There was no pressure for Molly to do anything with anyone that she didn't want and if she wanted she could just watch or not...the choice was entirely hers.

For a sex club it all felt very classy and safe so Molly ordered a glass of wine and wandered around the first room checking out the different booths. Most had beds with iron head and foot boards, the staff member had explained that light bondage was allowed and silks and cuffs could be found in the rooms along with condoms and massage oils and lube etc. A couple of rooms had chairs or a chaise longue and two had what appeared to be a sex swing chair attached to the ceiling. Molly had never seen one in real life and she eyed it cautiously as she pushed on it seeing it move back and forth trying to imagine herself being brave enough to lie on it.

As the evening wore on regular patrons starting to come in and mingle with each other. Some quickly paired off whilst others walked around or watched. Molly was approached a couple of times but she knew she wasn't ready to join in...she wasn't sure she ever would be but she found it fascinating to watch some of the couples. She wished she could be as abandoned and free as them, openly having sex and enjoying the attention. She had to admit that even just watching was in most cases a turn on and by the time she went home she had her mind filled with images which helped her achieve an orgasm much quicker than normal under her own ministrations.

It was another week before she went back and once again she walked the rooms having a couple of drinks and watching the proceedings but it wasn't until her third visit that she finally saw him for the first time.

She was stood by one of the open booths frowning a little and wondering just how comfortable that position was, for the guy in particular. Coming to the club was certainly giving her an education, she realised that her sex life up until that point had been extremely vanilla. It was when she heard a couple of people behind her comment that she looked towards the entrance and saw a tall, slim guy entering the room.

He was only wearing a pair of low slung black leather trousers and the obligatory face mask, though his covered his whole face. His dark hair was slicked back and he walked as though he owned the place. For all Molly knew maybe he did, either way he was very sexy. He must have been about twenty feet away when he turned his head and glanced around the room and Molly found her breath catching in her throat as he locked eyes on her and seemed to pause mid stride.

She wondered if he might come over and talk to her and for the first time since she'd starting coming to the rooms she wondered if she might actual say yes but after a moment he looked away and walked over to another booth to see what was happening inside.

Molly let out a breath she was hardly aware that she'd been holding and carried on watching him. His pale skin seemed to stand out in the semi-darkness of the club and Molly wondered what it might feel like under her hands.

One of the other women must have seen her watching him because she came over and smiled.

'He's fucking gorgeous isn't he...well, for someone whose face we can't see. He doesn't come that often but he's always nice to look at when he's here. They call him the Watcher though because he never touches; only ever watches and wanks. I reckon that maybe he's famous or something, he's really careful about never showing his face.'

'Oh, why?'

'Who knows? He should be called the climax whisperer though because he tells people what to do, where to touch, how hard and God if you don't end up having the most perfect, mind-blowing orgasm.' She sighed in a way that told Molly she'd been on the receiving end of his instructions and Molly actually found herself feeling a little jealous.

She was acutely aware of his presence in the rooms all night but they seemed to circle each other, never getting within ten feet and even though she could have sworn he was watching her whenever she looked over he was turning away or looking elsewhere. He only stayed an hour and she never saw him participate and when he left she found her own interest waning in those left behind and she went home herself.

She wondered whether she'd bump into him again and whether she'd ever manage to hook up with him...for the first time she hoped so.

Do we like a hot, sexy mystery man? I know the chances of Molly attending a sex club are low and it's very out of character for her but we/she is just having a bit of fun. Let me know if you like the start (I'm always nervous about what you guys think) and want more.