In the quietness of the dark night, she fought to stay completely alert, counting off the stops until she knew she wanted off before the next official...one.There were few passengers aboard, so she just called to the driver in front of her, "Can you drop me somewhere about here, sir? Someone is going to pick me up."The driver was puzzled. Stop in the middle of nowhere, in a flat desert landscape? Still, customers should know what they are doing. "Of course, little lady." So he drew up and helped. The wind picks up, and the pace of the city dies down to a halt. The chill of the night and stormy winds chip away at the man causing him to retreat into his home eventually. The house was a dark as the night sky. He ran his fingers through his dark hair, the low light making it shine like the onyx jewel; contrasting his paler skin, just warmer than the color beige. His bare feet pressed into the carpeted floor of his room as his shirt fell next to him.He crawled into his bed the muscles of his. Obviously a professional woman who like himself had stopped in for a drink on her way home, perhaps even meeting up with some friends. Nothing more. Bill even glanced around, wondering if she was in fact waiting for someone."Here alone?" she asked."Yeah ... you?" Yeah." Buy you another drink?" She'd just finished her first one."Sure, thank you." Thank you," Had Mandy said that this morning before leaving for work, he might not be sitting here now, wondering what it would be like to fuck this. The difference was that the men could play the games, too, but they couldn't call any of the shots. That was solely the prerogative of the women ... hence the name of the club. We guys all danced to their tune. In fact, it was this condition that made the club possible, since Maria wouldn't have entered any situation involving group sex if she weren't sure she could control it.Maria and I now shared a house, with extra bedrooms for the kids we were planning to adopt once we felt committed.