The cab ride to the club seemed very long as Amy and Eric contemplated the evening ahead. It was their first night in the city of Vancouver, and they knew very little about their destination except what they had read on line. The club's web site had advertised a pre-holiday "Lingerie or Less" party as the theme for this months event.
Eric had previously submitted their personal information, in addition to their photographs, under fictitious names and they had been approved pending paying a moderate "yearly membership fee" at the door, which would allow them to attend tonight's function.
Being in a foreign country, they were comfortable with the fact that they would not encounter anyone they might know, but were less at ease with what the expectations might be of them once they were inside.
As the cab pulled up out front at 9:00 pm, there was a distinct lack of activity outside of the club; in fact, it seemed like it was closed. The surrounding area was pretty run down and they now questioned their decision a little as they paid the cabbie and approached the front door.
Stepping inside, they were greeted by a doorman and a hostess who let them know that they were the first to arrive, which was to say the least uncomfortable for newbies.
The hostess, who was not attractive at all yet dressed in lingerie, ran their credit card for the membership fee, placed a wrist band on each of them, and then le d them to a dingy couch in the next room to view a short video on the club rules, which all club virgins were required to watch.
Others couples began to arrive now and two other newcomer couples sat next to them as they surveyed the surrounding room which was filled with a variety of lockers, old furniture, and a messy desk. Not exactly like the web page portrayed it. One couple to Amy's right seemed very uncomfortable and the other to Eric's left showed no hint as to what they might be feeling.
As the video played, some actors reviewed the club rules about touching, advances, personal protection and other potential situations, while stressing that "no means no." It also stressed that women were to feel safe and that men were not to roam unescorted without their date or they would be escorted out. Single women were allowed to attend the event, single men were not.
As the video concluded, Eric and Amy were encouraged to change into their club attire for the evening, which they actually were already wearing, though hidden by their outer garments. Eric sported a pair of leather Jim Morrison pants and a polyester shirt with a mink v-neck collar, black skate shoes, and a thin chord necklace with a small medallion. Amy wore her favorite red and black steel ribbed corset, black thong panties, black sheer stockings, and a brand new pair of $800 Christian Louboutin black pumps with red soles and a 5" stiletto heel. A black wrap around dress with a waist sash covered her perfectly, keeping the secret of the naughtiness that lay beneath, while still showing off her generous curves.
The hostess returned and led them both up a flight of stairs to the first of three levels of the club, while describing the basics of the layout. The first level was the bar, dance floor, and some comfortable seating. This was the social level. Attire must be worn with the exception of both women and men being free to go topless if so inclined. No sexual activity was allowed on this level.
Proceeding on, the second level had several cabana like beds, with sheer white curtains surrounding them. The rules for this area were, if the curtains were closed the privacy of the inhabitants was to be respected. If they were open, you were free to watch what was occurring inside. If the people inside invited specific outsiders in, then they were were allowed to enter and join the party, once again respecting whatever limits were asked of them. If you were not invited in you were not allowed to enter.
Ascending to the third level, they were shown an area that consisted of balcony with a padded railing overlooking the first level dance floor. Adjacent to it were two small rooms with voyeur windows. Inside of those rooms were various bondage gear and accompaniments like sex swings. The rules of engagement were similar to the second level, except on this floor you could enter a room without permission, you just could not touch or participate without permission.
Eric and Amy exchanged wide eyed glances as the obviously wired hostess rambled on about other club rules and regulations before completing their tour back at the first level bar. Needing cocktails, they each ordered a drink only to find out that the price of admission did not include top shelf liquor, just some basic well drink choices. Great. Included was a maximum of two free drinks each that were to be marked off on their wristbands with a sharpie before subsequent drinks would be $5 apiece. High class. This was going to be a pricey night to deal with under these conditions. The woman bartender sported a tee shirt that proclaimed "Unicorns Are Real" across the front, which drew a laugh from Amy and a flirtatious prediction that maybe they would find one tonight.
Upon acquiring their cocktails, Eric and Amy strolled over and seated themselves in a padded booth area next to the dance floor. The sparse crowd added to their discomfort as they waited for more arrivals to take them out of the spotlight.
Soon the uncomfortable couple from the video area downstairs sat down next to them and said hello. They introduced themselves as Kayla and David, offering additionally that this was their first time to a club like this as well and that it was David's birthday present.
Over the next hour, the two couples exchanged small talk about where they were from, what they did, and discussed the diverse and growing crowd. It did not take long to exceed their wristband allotments for cocktails, and they were several additional drinks into the cash bar before they began to loosen up enough to expand their social circle.
Although they were definitely near the older end of the club's average age, Eric and Amy were definitely among the most attractive participants. Kayla was as well, but David fell into the average range in the looks department. As they surveyed the room, there was one hot young girl that was in her early 20's dancing seductively in an orange thong who could be clarified a keeper and another tall blonde with secretarial like glasses seated close to them with an older gentleman. As the blonde glanced her way, Amy opened the conversation with her across Kayla and David who were seated in between them.
As the conversation grew, the blonde began to expand upon the "lifestyle" of many of the club members and pointed out some examples of the ones she knew. There was not a lot of interaction between the blonde and her companion, and it felt like she may have been a paid escort for the evening. They eventually got up, presumably for a cocktail but then never returned. Most likely they had retired to the upstairs.
As the 11:00 hour arrived, Eric told Amy that it was time for her to lose the cover up as that was the time all couples were to be in their appropriate "lingerie or less", although that requirement was loosely enforced on the men. Amy took a deep sip from her drink, said ok, and then left for the locker area near the entry to stow here dress. Kayla went with her, leaving Eric and David alone.
David was starting to get a little drunk now and was quickly down to his faded jeans, white dress shoes, and no shirt with a gold chain. He was saying more and more frequently that it was his birthday and Eric started to get the impression that this meant his wife was there to support him in playing with others, though maybe not to do so herself.
Amy returned now, sans her black cover up, and strolled seductively through he dance floor crowd and back to Eric. She was a stunning picture of beauty and hungry eyes began to turn on her from all areas of the room. Eric knew there were men wanting her, already imagining themselves fucking her in various ways and wondering if they might have an opportunity to do so upstairs later. He loved inflicting this torture on them.
Amy's 5" heels made her skinny legs look even longer and leaner, giving her ass just the right amount of lift. Her tits were full and tight in the corset, her cleavage protruding to the point where the just the edges of her nipples remained hidden. She had previously that day scheduled her hair, nails and makeup to be done professionally for the evening. Her blonde curls cascaded over her shoulders and she was far and away the most beautified club goer this evening. The club was seedy, but Amy stood like a simmering beacon in the center of it and driving men crazy.
Kayla returned now sporting a dark blue, lace one-piece lingerie, black stockings, and black heels. She had a great body as well and she was beginning to loosen up a little now. She did not own her sexiness like Amy did, but she was still far more alluring than most of the other attendees.
As the two couples began to dance, the urge to introduce themselves began to overcome the other patrons. Most were friendly and offered little pressure for other activities, taking a simple "no thank you" as an answer when given, just like the welcome video had shown. Some were "club hosts" and offered to answer any questions the group might have regarding "the lifestyle." It was pretty apparent that "the lifestyle" was really just code for "it's ok for my partner to fuck other people" on a regular basis.
In an effort to escape some of the increasing attention, the two couples decided to take a stroll up to the second level to see if people were in fact really having public sex.
As they climbed the stairs to the second level and walked into the cabana area, the lighting became much dimmer. A small crowd was gathered near an opening in the curtains of one of the play pens. Amy stepped forward first and peered inside. Laid out on the mattress, a woman had her legs spread open as another woman licked her pussy with a man kneeling behind her and fucking her. It was hard to tell in the dim lighting where exactly he was penetrating her, but her muffled groans and the slapping of his thighs and hand against her ass said she was enjoying it a lot.
Amy stepped aside, letting Eric glance into the cabana.
"What do you think of that?" She asked softly.
"That's wild," Eric replied. "Can you imagine doing that while others are watching?"
"Actually... I can," Amy said as she took him by the hand and led him into the adjacent vacant cabana, leaving the curtain open behind them.
"Is this what you want baby?" Amy asked.
