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A true story of sex, seduction and the pursuit of pleasure.Welcome to a world where women make and break the rules. An underground club notorious for parties wilder than 50 Shades of Grey; a place where, behind elegant masks, your innermost desires can be unleashed... Emma Sayle is an ordinary girl: raised in a stable home, she had a happy childhood and has a steady boyfriend. She runs a business organising parties. But Emma has a naughty secret. These are no ordinary parties. Decadent, hedonistic and held at secret locations, these parties offer a world of desire and indulgence, focused on female pleasure. These are places where anything can happen. Keeping herself strictly out of the heat of the action, Emma is thrilled to see every night grow wilder, more extravagant and more popular. Risking her reputation to run such a business certainly paid off. But things are about to change and the consequences could be catastrophic. Emma has learned that her boyfriend is cheating. With a club member. Her world has begun to unravel... Soon the parties and Emmas life are in serious danger of spiralling out of control. In this whirlwind of passion and uninhibited desire, can there ever be any hope of finding Mr Right?

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Contents Welcome to Killing Kittens MY TEN COMMANDMENTS Members only - photo 1

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Welcome to Killing Kittens!

MY TEN COMMANDMENTS
  1. Members only.
  2. Women make the rules and only women can break the rules.
  3. No means no.
  4. Men cannot approach women. They must wait to be invited before approaching or engaging in fun.
  5. If there is something that is not right at any point in the evening, my team and I expect to be told. There may be times when one half of a couple is playing while the other is not, but guys should never look like they are on their own, flying solo or hit uninvited on any of my women.
  6. We expect the parties to be self-policing, and we want everyone to have the best time possible.
  7. Behave within the Killing Kittens remit and make sure those around you are as well and we will all have an experience to remember.
  8. Dont forget your masks. A no-mask, no-entry policy will be enforced, and they must be worn for the first few hours (until they become too hot to wear in more ways than one).
  9. Strictly no mobile phones or cameras in the venue.
  10. Dress code is sexy. There is a very large Jacuzzi for you to play in, so appropriate clothing is paramount. Large lockers and towels are provided.

And remember enjoy yourself!

Eight years ago I decided I wanted to start a business running parties. These parties would not be professional events or corporate functions. I wouldnt be organizing leaving dos, work parties, birthdays or wedding receptions. No marquees, caterers or dozy DJs. Instead, I had the deliciously wicked idea of creating a very special private club, whose members were open-minded and where the atmosphere would be relaxed and friendly and, ultimately, intensely liberated. No one is getting hurt, no one is getting cheated on and every woman is being respected.

Twice a month a group of people whod been accepted for membership via my website would congregate in cities across the UK for an evening where they could make their fantasies and desires come true. At my soires, I would create an atmosphere of non-judgemental curiosity and acceptance. Nothing would be repressed or off-limits. If a woman wanted to dance around the bar in her underwear, or even totally naked, she could, knowing that she was not going to be either thrown out or jumped on. Party-goers would be able to toss their inhibitions aside and feel free to do whatever they liked. My parties would be for people at ease with their own and other peoples sexuality, who werent afraid to live out their desires with willing partners. Taking part would not be enforced: people would be free to watch, or to come as a monogamous couple, or even alone (if they were girls), to see what might happen and perhaps taste their own hidden desires without shame or judgement.

Now, I know this isnt the kind of soire most party planners would organize. So I guess youre wondering why a normal girl from Surrey would choose such a wicked career path. Well, I was determined to make this vision a reality because, one life-changing night, I had seen for myself exactly how liberating it could be, when I witnessed an A-list crowd indulging in sheer, joyous erotic abandonment. I decided that it was my mission to help other people taste those delights and that freedom.

But this would not be a tacky swinging party, or an orgy fuelled by testosterone and male fantasies. My vision was to create a sophisticated environment where women were in control and felt comfortable. Anything could happen as long as it was initiated by women. My parties would be the first to be dedicated to female pleasure and feminine desires.

Some of my guests have told me that my soires are like vivid daydreams where they feel as though theyre floating on air. They tell me that its intoxicating, captivating, titillating, thrilling, addictive and the most erotic experience they have ever had.

That makes me happy, because thats exactly what I want, and why I founded my Killing Kittens parties in the first place.

And now I want you to experience it too.

Once made equal to man, woman becomes his superior.

Socrates

I have two hours to kill before I am to host this evenings party. Tonight, its in a stately home in Londons exclusive Mayfair, and that always draws a particularly upmarket crowd, but my members come from all walks of life. For the most part they are young and curious, drawn by the glamorous settings and the enticing atmosphere of anticipation, for my parties are places where anything can happen. Members apply through my website and they must supply a photograph and some details about themselves (some like to send pictures that arent strictly of their faces). Acceptance is not based on looks or wealth, but on a certain mind-set: will these people fit into the hedonistic environment and do they have the right spirit of fun and adventure mixed with respect for rules?

Tonight, 200 paying members will be attending my party. They expect something special and I intend to make sure they get it. As well as pleasing the regulars, Ill also be making sure the new members are having a good time and fitting in nicely. Anyone who doesnt play by the rules will be asked politely to leave. But thanks to the careful vetting process, there isnt usually a problem. A good time ought to be had by all.

Before then, Im meeting a friend in Claridges Fumoir bar. Im not strictly following the dress code, but no one seems to mind my silky black sleepwear, which is a trademark of mine. If anyone has a discreet word, it will take me less than two minutes to whip on the chic Italian designer dress Ive stuffed into my handbag. I love to be comfortable, but I never go anywhere without something smart I can slip on, just in case.

The glamorous Art Deco 1930s bar feels like a haven of tranquillity as I step inside. Its dark, sensuous, alluring and, best of all, tucked away behind a secret door, which appeals to my inner sense of drama. Inside, the decor is a rich aubergine with dark leather seating and low crystal lighting, and the walls are adorned with vintage photographs of beautiful women. I slip onto a seat near the horseshoe-shaped bar and order my wake-up call, a Bull Shot, which consists of vodka and beef consomm and tastes 10 times spicier and more potent than a Bloody Mary. And a bottle of ros too, please.

While Im waiting for my drink, I get out my phone and start checking my messages. After a moment, I look up and see my friend Miss D striding slowly and gracefully towards me. Im not the only one whos noticed the new arrival: all eyes are on her, which is just the way she likes it, and probably why she handed her coat to the cloakroom attendant before waltzing into the bar. Shes wearing a sexy black strapless dress with sheer panelling down the sides that highlights her derrire to excellent effect. At first glance, she looks perfectly proper and very alluring with her bee-stung lips, olive skin and thick, glossy dark hair falling around her shoulders, but on closer inspection theres something missing. Her underwear! Typical. Shes getting in the mood early.

Hi, Ems! she says, and gives me a kiss on each cheek. Before sitting down, she glances about the room, scouting out any attractive specimen who might be worthy of her attentions.

Miss D never misses a Killing Kittens party. Shes totally hooked. Her only stipulation is quantity the more the better. I cant help it, shell say with a shrug, looking innocent. Its just that Im a sexaholic.

Miss D and I have known each other for years because our mothers were friends and fell pregnant at the same time. We were born just weeks apart, with me making my entry into the world first. Our friendship didnt have the best of starts: whenever we met, we fought. Later we went to different schools and Miss D became one of those girls with a high-octane social life and an expensive wardrobe, all paid for by her rich parents, who owned a townhouse off the Kings Road in London as well as a sprawling country estate. She spent her time hanging out in Chelsea, dating boys from Eton and transforming herself into a real-life Sindy doll. Miss D adored Sindy, and by the time she was 13 she had manicured nails, a glossy pout, coloured hair and designer clothes. By contrast I was a complete tomboy and liked nothing better than playing with friends in our back garden. I adored hanging outdoors with my father. If he went fishing, I would try to fish, and if he was climbing a mountain, so would I. As a result, I was permanently clad in trainers and jeans and was pretty much continually filthy, much to Miss Ds horror. Not that her disapproval put me off or dampened my spirits in fact, it probably made me even more of a sporty and adventurous type. Then disaster struck for Miss D her parents lost all their money and were declared bankrupt. Fortunately, her grandmother paid for her schooling, so she stayed at her boarding school, but her cool friends dropped her like the proverbial hot potato and her hoity-toity arrogance was completely deflated. One day, when she and her mother were visiting us, Miss D and I were sent off to amuse ourselves together. Instead, we listened at the door and heard her mother breaking down and sobbing like a baby as she confessed all about their woes. Miss D reached for my muddy hand and in that instance all was forgiven. I gave her a hug and weve been bosom buddies ever since.

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