Jacky nodded. Kath had been pretty down after Julie left her and desperate to get out of the house for some uncomplicated fun. Jacky had thought that would mean she’d find herself a new dance club or bar to hit, not a sex club.

“Well, I got chatting to this other woman who, like me, just wanted the odd uncomplicated…moment here and there, with no strings attached. She’d found this club; doesn’t really have a name. It’s just kind of known about. It’s amazing. It’s like if someone asked you to design the perfect place to go and meet other women who just wanted sex for the evening, you’d come up with something pretty close to this.”

Kath’s face glowed as she talked about it, and Jacky couldn’t remember the last time she’d seen her so lit up about anything.

“So, how does it work? I mean, you just stroll in, pick a chick you like, and get on with it, or what?” Jacky’s curiosity was rampant.

Kath grinned again. “Well,” she said. “How much do you want to know?”

* * *

On the train, Jacky couldn’t stop thinking about the club. By the time she got home, a crazy plan had formed in her mind. The tricky thing would be selling it to Tania. On the short walk up the main road from the station, she ran through the words she wanted to use, rehearsing them until they sounded just right in her own mind.

The light from the living room spilled out between the cracks of the blinds. That meant Tania was still up and likely laid out on the sofa. Their house was small and modern, not quite what either of them had ever pictured for themselves. But it was all they could afford in their up-and-coming suburb. She didn’t care, though. It was theirs, hers and Tania’s, and that alone made it perfect to Jacky’s way of thinking.

Jacky opened the front door to be greeted by Toby, who whined and jumped up at her until she ruffled his head and ears just the way he liked it.

“How’s my boy, then?” she said, bending down to be eye level with him and using her special Toby voice. “Did you miss me? Yes, you did, didn’t you?” She chuckled at herself. She was such a bloody softie for that dog.

In the living room, Tania semi-reclined on the sofa, dressed only in her red satin robe with the TV on in the background. She always loved the way Tania looked in that robe and took a moment to drink in the sight as she shrugged out of her jacket and threw her wallet and keys on the side table. Toby, content that his mistress was now home, followed her into the room and flopped down in his basket by the radiator.