Nita swiped her wrist across the reader and the door clicked and swung open. Pulling me inside by the hand, the door shut automatically behind us. No knob on this one, either.
“Umm, Nita? What the fuck?” I was not only confused but seriously concerned. Nobody said anything about getting naked for dinner.
She pulled me over to some lockers. “Just what the sign says, no clothes from here on. Strip, boy. All of it.” To illustrate her point, she casually reached for the lower hem of her blouse and pulled it up over her head. She was wearing a sheer strapless bra, which she unhooked and folded up beside her blouse. I’d never seen her ass before this morning and now this was the first time I had ever seen her entire breasts. Her areolas were about half dollar size in diameter and her nipples were hard. Unbuckling her belt, she noticed that I hadn’t moved. “Strip, Chris. Come on, it will be fun. I promise.”
I started undressing. I really wanted to protest but I also didn’t want to hurt her feelings either. She had planned this for my birthday. It’s not like I’m bashful about my body, it is what it is, and it is better than a lot of guys my age. I decided that I would go along with it for now. If it got too crazy, I’d just tap out.
She pulled out two pairs of the surgical slippers you see in hospitals. “You can wear these, just in case somebody spilled something on the floor.” She was now totally nude. I was completely erect before I knew it. I couldn’t help it. She was beautiful.
I had taken a seat to remove my boots, socks, jeans and underwear. I tried to hide my hard on when I stood up but I was eventually going to have to put my clothes down somewhere. She patted the shelf of the locker her clothes were stacked in. I shuffled over, placed my clothes next to hers and turned bright red when she looked down at my bouncing cock and smiled.
As we were getting ready to enter the next room, an older gentleman came into the dressing room. He was also totally nude, wearing nothing but one of those smartwatches. And an impressive erection. Now I didn’t feel so bad.
He greeted Nita, “Hi, Nita. Patient emergency.” He pointed to the watch.
“No problem, Rudy. We’ll see you inside.” On our way through the door, she told me, “Rudy is a cardiologist, his wife Cinda is a neurologist. They are good people.”
As soon as my eyes adjusted to the darkness, it was apparent that everybody in the room was totally naked. Only a couple of people had on smartwatches like Rudy had been wearing. There were no phones, Nita had taken mine while we were getting undressed.
The room itself was reminiscent of old pictures of speakeasies that I remembered seeing from history class in college. Dim lighting, dark wooden bar and furniture, with thick carpet on the floor to mute the sound. It looked expensive. There was a stage in the center, approximately ten feet by ten feet. It held a solitary chair in the middle. The spotlight overhead was the brightest light in the room.
A beautiful blond woman met us on the way to our table. “Hi, Nita. Hi, Chris.” She gave me a full contact hug. I tried to subdue the lurch but couldn’t. She never flinched. She gave Nita a full contact hug as well as a brief peck on the lips.
Nita greeted her, “Hi, Carli. You look great tonight.”
Carli gave me another once over, “You’re looking pretty good tonight too, honey.” I wasn’t sure who she was addressing. She guided us to the table, off along the wall. “What will you be having tonight?”
Nita gave me a look and then turned to Carli, “The scotch,” emphasizing the word “the”.
Carli smiled. “Good choice. Two scotch.” Her departure could only be described as a sashay. It was spectacular to watch. Every guy in the room did.
I turned back to Nita. “I gotta ask. What the hell is this place? Why are we here?”
Nita sighed. She waited until Carli brought the glasses and coasters, placing them in front of each of us. “This is another one of my ‘businesses’. I’m partners with Billy and Carli in this little venture.”
“What is this little venture, may I ask?” I tried to keep my voice down. The last thing I wanted to do was piss Billy off, the second to last thing I wanted to do was lose my incredibly well paying new job by getting arrested.
“This is a –” Nita paused, searching for the right words, “sex club. A very exclusive sex club. Membership is by invitation only, limited to one hundred members, give or take a few. The annual fee for membership is two hundred and fifty thousand dollars a year per couple. Half that if you’re single after you’re a member.
“Perks include no charge for anything on the premises, alcohol, food, toys, anything. No questions. The rules are simple. No cameras, except in designated rooms. No guns. No drugs. No minors. No guests. No phones inside. Smartwatches are preapproved for those who need them because of their work, like doctors. Anything goes, with consent, with the restrictions I just said. .
“We have executives, lawyers, doctors, accountants, a couple of professional athletes, and a couple of actors. It’s first names only, even if you know somebody from outside the walls. We have playrooms for almost every whim. If a member is into something and we don’t have the toys for it, we get them, no charge to the member. Carli handles food and drink, Billy does security and maintenance and I handle member relations. Prospective members are vetted thoroughly.”
“Wow.” That was the best response I could come up with. I would have questions later but that was later. By now, my eyes had totally adjusted to the low light. The room was mostly full, only one or two empty tables. Food was being brought out a few tables at a time. Carli came by to bring us another drink, I apparently inhaled mine because I could feel it starting to hit me.
“What brand of scotch was that?” I asked. I’d never tasted anything quite like it before.
“Macallan Pure Highland Malt, it’s thirty six year old whisky.” She smiled at me over her glass. “Do you like it?”
I whistled involuntarily. It wasn’t the most expensive scotch whisky in the world, but it was up there. “Hell, yes, I liked it.”
“I thought you would.” Her hand kept dipping down below tabletop level and her nipples were in a constant state of being erect. As I surveyed the room, I could see several others doing much the same thing, hand either in their lap or their partners.
Our dinner came and we got down to business. At her suggestion, we had skipped lunch and I was glad I did. She had ordered a dish for both of us that she called chicken tampiqueña, which was a chicken breast covered with a white cheese she said was asadero, grilled onions and green chile. The chiles were a little spicy but not painfully so. It was served with flour tortillas, rice and refried beans. A glass of water accompanied the dinner. Throughout dinner, her foot would occasionally rub against mine under the table.
As the diners finished, tables were cleared and drinks were refreshed. My erection was down to semi-hard again, thanks to the alcohol. I was feeling buzzed, I had slowed way down on the second drink now that I was more comfortable.
As we sat there, observing the room, the last of the tables were cleared. All the lights dimmed again, until the only light in the room came from the spotlight over the chair in the center of the room. Carli stepped into the circle of light with an index card in one hand and a microphone in the other.
“July 2nd, Rudy. Happy Belated Birthday, sir. Have a seat.” Rudy kissed his wife and walked up onto the stage. His wife sat back in her chair with a huge smile on her face, one hand in her lap. I noticed several women start to line up just off stage. As the music began to play, Carli put the card and mic down on the floor and started doing one hell of a lap dance. It was full contact, no holds barred lap dancing. Rudy was immediately erect. He fondled her breasts, kissed them, licked them, fingered her pussy and her ass, kissed her pussy and her ass, he had his hands all over her. This continued for about two minutes, until somebody called “Time”, and then the next lady in line took her place. It was the same thing, all over again. It went on for about twenty minutes, changing dancers every two minutes, until the last dancer. It was his wife. She did the lap dance part just like everybody else had. The exception was that when “Time” was called, she dropped to her knees and gave him a blowjob, with the encouragement of the crowd. They really got into it, too. Rudy lasted about three minutes. They departed the stage to a standing ovation. I caught Nita’s arm moving back and forth a couple of times during the performance and her face was flushed at the end.
Carli called out the next birthday person. “Esperanza, honey. July 4th. Happy Belated Birthday, girl!”. Esperanza was a slightly heavyset woman. She was escorted to the stage by her partner, who stood behind her as a half dozen men danced for her. When “Time” was called, she would deep throat each dancer until they were fully erect, concluding with deep throating her partner to completion. This was again met with full crowd approval, laughing and shouting encouragement.
It was during the third dancer I felt Nita’s hand creep into my lap and start playing with my balls. I reached down and placed my hand over hers, stopping her movement. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see her smile.
Carli then called out a few more July birthdays. The process repeated itself for each person, only some of the dancers changed. There were lots of catcalls, friendly insults, and encouragement from the crowd. When Nita wasn’t touching me, she was touching herself. I tried to concentrate on the floor show.
Carli once again assumed the stage. I was too busy watching her to notice what happened behind me. As Carli read the card, she smiled. Raising the mic to her face, she looked over in our direction and it felt like my heart stopped. “Oops, skipped one. July 14th. Chris. Happy Nude Birthday!” Everybody clapped. I tried to shrink into invisibility.
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