In the year that they had been together, they had traveled the entire spectrum of sexual adventure, ticking off experiences as though they were studying it. They had attended sex parties, tried toys, read erotica. They had both tested their gender, sexuality and power roles within the relationship. They had broken laws and tested the limits of decency, but at the core if it, it was just them, and just them together. They were sharply defined silhouettes against a blurred background of sexual experimentation, a blend of love, intimacy and barely contained hedonism.
And so, a year to the day after they had met in that dim nightclub, they decided to return and push the reset button, to begin all over again.
The club was a poorly kept secret in the city. It didn’t really have a name and no one was quite sure who owned it, but it was well known in the social circles that Aaron and Cara circulated in. The entrance was embedded into the street itself, covered during the day but opened after dark, revealing a flight of concrete steps that descended below the sidewalk and into the darkness. As a result, it had quietly accrued the nickname, ‘The Underground’. Thousands walked over it every day without even knowing it was there.