I choose a woolen jumper and ask to try it on. The girl points to the booths and I make my way there, step inside leaving the door slightly ajar.I tak... of my jacket, and sneak a look through the thin sliver of light between the doors, he is there, my heart beats harder, so I pull of my jumper, look again, then take off my brassiere and stand in the cubical bare-breasted.'It's now or never', goes through my head, as my hand touches one of the swing doors and push it ever so slightly, it opens. Membership is granted rarely, and only to the rich and powerful.It has everything you'd expect of a gentleman's club; fine spirits, leather chairs, cuisine prepared by the finest chefs from around the world. The members meet to discuss business, influence politics, and fuck like rabbits. Yes, London's most prominent businessmen and politicians all scurry to the safety of the Ganymede Club to drop all strictures of society and indulge in passions still held as illegal in Victorian society.The. Probably 19 or so, and always very courteous when taking orders at the sushi place. A little slow, perhaps, but courteous.Except that was all an act, wasn’t it? Because he’d been outside walking in the sun when he saw her enter the building. And once more, that old man with his walker was there, heading for the door. He called out for her to hold it open, but she just hurried on through.Jake had helped the old fellow into the building, then come around the sushi counter and snagged this girl. ”Amy looked at me, “go and sit back down.”I resumed my seat on the sofa and Amy disappeared behind the door. I heard what sounded like a metallic rattle and then she reappeared although she seemed to be holding something in her left hand. She took a few steps into the room and I realised that she was holding a leather band in her hand, which had a metal ring attached to a leather lead. This lead snaked back towards the door.Looking back to the door Amy tugged on the lead, “Come on, get in.