Clubhouse

By Victoria Eastlake

Drew Lockhart is a lawyer at one of the city’s largest firms. Unfortunately, his application to the local country club gets turned down. But his hot wife, Tammy, might be able to get the application approved—if she’s shared with some of the club’s senior members!

Clubhouse is a trashy wife share story of about 8,000 words. Intended only for readers 18 years or older!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Vivian Eastwood
• Release date: Sep 25, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005070144

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Clubhouse

by

Victoria Eastlake

Copyright 2021 by Victoria Eastlake

This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to a person, living or dead, is unintended and coincidental. This fiction is not appropriate for readers under age 18.

Chapter 1

Drew Lockhart looked down at the letter but couldn’t understand what he was reading. His application to the Stony Lake Country Club had been denied. That was practically impossible. Every lawyer at this firm was automatically approved for membership. After all, he worked at the largest law firm in the county, and the third-largest in the state. The country club was even one of the firm’s clients.

Drew made doodles on the letter as he waited on hold. He had immediately called the country club and was waiting to speak to the club’s president. After dialing the number, he got up and shut his door so that his secretary wouldn’t hear the conversation. He had told her about applying—in fact, she had submitted the application for him—and she had congratulated him when handing him the letter. He would never be able to admit that he had been turned down for membership.

Hello? a masculine voice said on the other end of the line.

"Hi, this is Drew Lockhart. I’m an associate at Sterner and Goodyear LLP. The law firm."

The voice on the other end was unimpressed with this information and remained silent.

Hello? Are you there?

Yes, Mr. Lockhart. I’m right here in my office with my phone pressed to my ear. What can we do for you?

It’s this application, you see? Drew looked down and saw that he had sketched out the silhouette of a woman in a dress. It looked a lot like his wife, Tammy. I think there was a mistake. I submitted an application and received a letter informing me that I had been rejected. But I work at Sterner and Goodyear, you see.

That was no mistake, the man said, chuckling slightly. I can assure you that you received the correct letter. We rejected you because we did not see that you had sufficient ties to the community. You graduated from law school in Pennsylvania, correct.

So?

So… The voice paused, and the silence was annoyed—if silence could have emotion. "This is North Carolina, Mr. Lockhart. Not Pennsylvania. We are very selective about who we extend membership to, and we are looking for meaningful ties to the community. Perhaps, in a