Janine propped herself up on her elbows and stared at the sleeping form of Marcus. His dark curly hair moved slightly with each out-breath and the morning light reflected pleasantly off his too-smooth skin, she knew she should be happy but she was bored with him already. “What is wrong with me?” she thought to herself for at least the tenth time since waking up. But she knew the truth, he just wasn't sexually adventurous...

Janine and Marcus were dancing by the table when Frank returned. “Oh hi!” she said, a little too quickly, “This is my boyfriend, Marcus.” Frank stepped forward as he grasped Marcus’s hand in greeting, and planted a soft kiss on his cheek. “Hi, Frank, pleased to meet you.” “Hi, er, yeah, Marcus.” As the three of them took their seats, Janine made sure that Frank was between her and Marcus. “So, um, are you a regular?” Marc...

Frank, Marcus, and Janine stood at the top of six, wide, steps leading down into a giant square of a room covered in a thick white carpet. Janine looked up and noticed the ceiling was a collection of smoked-mirror tiles. An array of sex toys and vaguely-looking bondage outfits adorned the far wall. The other walls were decorated with homoerotic photographs that reminded Janine of a Robert Mapplethorpe book she had at home...