Someone could come in...

"I gotta pee."

"OK. I'll get us another beer."

"OK."

He headed towards the bar, and she entered the bathroom. She chuckled over some of the posters that were hanging on the bathroom wall, and read some of the ads for other clubs. Finished doing her business, she emerged from the bathroom, quickly scanning the room for Him. She spotted Him standing over by a high top near the dance floor.

"We lost our table."

"That's ok."

They stood there for a bit watching the few people on the dance floor. A few girls and a man. A look over to the couch showed a girl and a rather large man, using a...massager...slowly running it up and down another girls legs. Another couple sat on a leather chair. She was on his lap. Is her skirt pulled up? she thought to herself. While studying the couple, she was distracted by hoots and hollers from the women below the dance floor. Everyone was looking at the dance floor.

The girls were stripping the man of his clothes. He didn't seem to mind, and danced along with them, though not displaying much rhythm. They pulled off his shirt, then his shoes, then his jeans. They pulled off his boxers to reveal..a thong!

Ew. she thought. Thongs on men are SO not attractive.

He must have read her mind, and removed the thong! She stared, mouth agape, at the blond naked man.

"Initiation," she heard someone say.

"What?"

A girl was standing next to her. "Initiation. It must be his first night here. That's how they initiate you."

"Everyone?"

"No, just the guys."

She turned and looked at Him, His eyes wide.

"Do they have to do that?" she asked.

"No, no. It's really cool here. They say that's the initiation, but you don't really have to. Some guys don't object though. It's just kind of a joke around here."

She glanced at the man again. Not a spectacular specimen to behold, but hey, if he's having fun, why not? Nudity is nothing to be ashamed of.

He looked at her as if to say, "No way."

She knew and let the subject drop. She began conversing with the girl, grateful to have someone to talk to and not feel like such an outsider.

"Have you been coming here for a while?"

"No, this is only my third time. My boyfriend had to work tonight so I came by myself. See that girl up there? The one without her shirt on? I hear she'll get naked but she won't play."

"Well, that's ok, right? I mean, they said you don't have to do anything you don't want to do. Maybe she just likes to get naked. You know, like an exhibitionist."

"Yeah, I guess so."

She babbled on and on about her boyfriend, her ex-husband, her stint in the military and everything else under the sun. She was talking to her about people she didn't know as if they were all friends. The new girl talked for about an hour, and soon she realized that maybe it wasn't such a good idea to try to strike up a friendship with the first person that talked to her. She wanted to people watch, take it all in, and now she had to give this girl her attention or appear rude.

The new girl continued talking and finally He said, "Hey, do you need another beer? I'm out."

"Yeah, I'll go get us some." Grateful to be relieved of her listening duties, she sauntered over to the bar.

She plopped down on a stool and waited for the bartender. He smiled at her, winked, grabbed their beer and handed them to her. "So, what are you into?"

Caught off guard by the question, and not sure how to answer, she said the first thing that popped into her head. "Nuthin'."

Oh, brilliant, girl.

"Nuthin'? Well why are you here then?"

He saw the look on her face and must have realized that she wasn't yet sure what she was "into". He said, "You look like you like to dance."

Relief flooded over her. He was trying to make her feel comfortable. "Yeah, I do."

"Well, maybe later, if I can get someone to cover me, I'll come dance with you," he said as he winked again.

She giggled and said, "Ok, sounds like fun."

She got up to walk back over to Him, and a man stopped her. He was at the club by himself.

"I like your outfit."

"Well, thank you."

"You look really hot."

"Thank you very much."

He stood and smiled at her and she smiled back, kindly waved bye to him and headed back over to safety with Him.

New girl was having and in-depth, one-sided conversation with Him. Poor guy.

"...and anyway, so then I moved back here, and met my boyfriend, but he's moving in a few months, so things can't get really serious. I'm just trying to have fun while I can. This DJ needs to play better music. I'm going to go request something. You guys wanna hear anything?"

"Um, whatever you want."

"OK."

She trotted away to the DJ booth.

He looked at her and she looked at Him. "We have to get away from her," she said. "I don't want her to get the wrong idea."

"Neither do I. But man, she's a motor mouth."

She giggled at that and said, "Do you want to go in the other part?"

"Just walk away?"

"Yeah, if she says anything we'll just say we're checking out the other half."

They glanced over to her. She was leaning waaaaay over the DJ booth, obviously in an attempt to show off her ample cleavage.

"OK. Ready? Go!"

They walked rather quickly to the door, which was right past the DJ booth. New girl never noticed.

They passed through the door to find a couple sitting on one of the couches. Further down the hall were more people occupying more couches. A group of people stood in the doorway to the back rooms. They walked down the hallway to the end to check out the swing. A girl and two men were occupying the couch in the back of the open room. The swing was taken. By the naked man and his girl.

The watched for a few minutes growing increasingly aroused at the sight of the couple. It was like watching a live amatuer porno. They were clearly enjoying the swing, oblivious to the fact that people were watching. Or maybe not. Suddenly she felt that if they stood there too long, they may ask her to join. She wasn't sure she wanted to travel down that road. He wasn't either. Too many risks, but damn fun to think about.

"Do you want to see if we can get a room?"

"Sure."

They made it past the crowd of people to the rooms.

The first room on the left was open, but when they looked in they found a girl on the bed and three guys in there with her. The men were dressed. She was not. One of the men was the one that complimented her outfit earlier.

Whoa.

They moved on. The next three rooms had closed doors. She spied an open door in the back.

"Wanna go in there?"

"Sure."

They entered the room. He shut the door.

"Lock the door," she said. "Otherwise someone could come in."

I can only be who I am...

"I have a recipe to try that I found on ESC's blog. Meatball subs."

"Oh really? What goes on them?"

"Cheese, sauce, peppers, onions..."

"But we don't have stuff to make meatballs."

"I know. I can use the frozen kind."

"I didn't know they made those." (Sounds kind of turned off by the idea of frozen meatballs. I have had them before and know they are pretty good.)

"Yeah."

"What, do they come in a bag?"

"A box."

"Oh. You know, they aren't that hard to make."

"I know, I just thought it would be something easy. But forget it, I can buy the stuff to make them too."

"Well, we can just have something else. I think we have pork chops. They'll thaw out fast. You can make that with noodles and broccoli while I work on the bike."

"Um. OK."

"But we can try those subs some other time. They sound good."

Yeah. Sure they do. He liked the idea until I told Him the meatballs were not going to be homemade. After He asked me if I really felt like cooking. No. I never do. But these sounded good and dammit, I wanted to try them. And thought He may be touched by my effort. But no.

This, my friends, is one of the reasons I hate to cook. That and the constant, "you know, you should do this like this..." or "that's not the way my mom did it." Well, I'm not your mom.

Just tell me what the fuck you want to eat and I'll make it. And if you don't like the way I make it, then make it your God damn self. And don't bitch because I never want to cook. Or never think of ideas. Because between having my (not very frequent) dinner ideas shot to shit, and then being told how to do it, there is just nothing enjoyable about it.

So there.

I need something borrowed.

Got the old. new. blue.

What can I borrow?

And does it really even matter? I did before and I'm divorced. Maybe I'll skip that silly superstition.

20 days.

I will then be mrs. R.

And over here...

They stood in a large furnished bedroom.

"When we first started out here this was all the club was. It started out very small but has since greatly expanded. There is no door. Anyone can come into this room to watch or join. Anything goes," she chuckled. "In the back, is another smaller room, with a door that locks."

After a more lengthy description of the club rules and non-rules, she led them back down the steps.

"And this part you have already seen. You have already met the bartender, right?"

Heads nodded.

"As you are aware, we serve no alcohol, but you are more than welcome to bring whatever you like to drink. We have all the mixes, and soda and water for those that choose not to drink. The bartender has an amazing photographic memory. As long as you give your drinks to him when you get here, he will remember you for the rest of the night. And absolutely no drugs are allowed in here. If drug use is spotted you will be permanently banned."

She led them past some tables and the entrance, and showed them where the bathrooms were. Then she opened what looked like an exit door.

"Down here is the rest of the club. There are six rooms here to the left, with doors and working locks. If you leave the door open, any one can enter. If you do not lock the door, anyone can enter. If the door is locked, it means 'Do not disturb'."

The rooms were all nicely decorated with different themes. There was also a shower room, and a unisex bathroom. Above was a voyeur platform, but it wasn't ready for use. "Hopefully within a couple of months," she said.

She led them back out into the hallway past several leather couches. At the end of the hallway was an open room. A large sectional couch was in the back of the room. In the front was a swing.

He looked at her and she smiled back at Him. "That looks like fun," she whispered.

Linda heard and said "Oh yes. That is very fun."

Behind them was another door. "What's in there?"

"Ohhhhh. That's our dungeon. Once a month the dungeon is open. There are all kinds of things to do in there. There is a dungeon master that gives lessons if you like. And there are all kinds of toys in there, many things I've never seen before."

"Once a month?" she asked.

"Yes. On Saturdays. You'll see it on the calendar on the website. Some people don't like that kind of thing, but some do. Like I said, anything you want can happen here!"

She smiled at Him and said, "We may have to come back for that."

"OK! Well, that's the tour! Do you have any questions? No? OK. Well, I'll let you get back to the party now. Enjoy! And if you have any questions or need anything, just let me know!"

They walked back down the hallway to the main part of the club for another beer.

We interrupt this story...

To say...

29 days til we get hitched.

That's less than one month.

I didn't think it would ever get here.

Story interrupted will resume tonight. I think. :)

Walk this Way...

She looked around at the people there. It wasn't very busy yet. She wondered if everybody knew everybody else, and if everybody knew that they were new. She took another swig of her beer, waiting for her confidence level to rise.

Glancing around, it looked like any other club. It was dark, with lights flashing to the music over the raised dance floor. It had kind of a gothic decor, with gargoyles and suits of armor scattered around the walls and corners. There was a single pool table to use, free of charge. A full service bar. Several tables. Leather couches. A DJ booth. A huge projection TV screen. With porn playing.

A young couple was shooting a game of pool. She decided that looked like something that might make her feel more comfortable, doing something they've done before.

"When they are done, you wanna shoot a game?" she asked.

"You're not going to let me relax for a minute, are you?"

He sounded a little bitey when He said that, but she knew it was His nerves. Unfortunately, she was drawing her strength from Him, and if He was nervous, then she was too.

He must have seen that in her eyes. They finished their beer, and He sent her for two more. After she returned, He asked her if she still wanted to shoot a game.

They walked over to the table, and asked the young couple if they were finished. He racked, she broke, if you could call it that. They didn't play very well. It had been a while since they last played, and they were both still a little nervous. Eventually, they loosened up a bit, goofing off with each other, complete with her whining when He wouldn't let her play slop.

"Everyone plays slop here," the young man in the corner said, laughing.

They both giggled at the the meaning behind that, and He shot again. Knocked in His last three balls and the 8-ball.

"Wanna play again?" He asked.

"Sure."

He started to rack, and a woman walked up behind them.

"You are new, right? First time here?"

Shit, she thought, everyone knows. How embarrassing.

"Yes," He answered. "First time."

"Ok then! Well, my name is Linda, and I'm going to show you around! Ready for a tour?"

"Sure. Hey man, table's all yours," he said rolling the pool cue across the table towards the young man.


"Let's go!"

Welcome to the Club...

The directions were printed. They hopped in the car and were on their way. Nervous excitement surrounded them. After a long drive down the highway and a couple wrong turns, they arrived. They even got front row parking.

Ring the white doorbell. You will be buzzed in.

ring

"Can I help you?"

A look to her said 'What do I say?'

She shrugged her shoulders and whispered "Just tell them we are here."

"We had reservations."

"Name please?"

"His name and her name"

"Ok. Great! I'll ring you in, just pull the door when you hear it buzz. Come up to the fourth floor"

buzz

Up the steps they went to find a girl with a members list and a brief form to fill out.

"Just fill this out. Tonight is free since this is your first time here. After tonight, you will be members and reservation confirmations will be sent to your email address."

They filled out their forms and entered the club. Only a few people were there. It was still early. They walked to the bar and handed the bartender their 12 pack. BYOB only. The bartender handed them two beers and put the rest in the cooler, making a mental picture of the two newcomers to remember which drinks were theirs.

They stood at the bar for a moment, unsure of where to sit. Finally they moved to a high top table next to the dance floor. She tried to keep a casual conversation going about work and other boring subjects to keep herself from being too nervous, and hopefully Him as well.