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."