After a hellishly excruciating work week, I decided that I needed to unwind, and by unwind I mean completely and utterly let loose. This is the story of my three day stretch at a local swingers' club, where a friend of mine bartends.
I realize that I have absolutely no idea what a swingers' club will be like or what to wear. Nerves are setting in big time, but I did spend all of this time doing my hair and make up...oh, why waste my new shade of berry dahlia lipstick? My mind is made up...I will find fun. No sense in waiting for it to find me. I pull up to a huge house behind the largest privacy fence I have ever seen...good luck scaling this thing in my stilettos if shit gets too real. I approach the front door with caution. This is a beautiful house; I wonder why it is in such an unappealing neighborhood. I just hope that this is no reflection on my company for the night. I can always leave early...
When I make it through the front door, a very sharp tongued woman thrusts her hand toward me "you gonna give me your id, so I can sign you in, sweetheart? Would love to keep it movin here". Oh, damn, usually I have a sharp tongue but I am pretty sure this woman could hurt me in all of the most unappealing ways. Not wanting to ruin a good time before it starts, I look on the bright side and am thankful that they run a tight ship and are concerned with who is present. Accountability is good...tight is good...yes, tight is good. Ok, regroup and focus.
On the other side of the door, a staff member in fishnets and a corset offers me a tour and a free compliment on my ass. Ok, this could get better. I am guided around a lounge, a bar, several private rooms, a group room, a dungeon, a game room, a dance floor, and out the back door to a beautiful set up with hot tub, pool, second bar and lounge. Before she leaves, my very forward tour guide tells me that I can find her at the end of the night in the staff cottage. Hmmmm VIP treatment already. Oh, my ego. Feeling slightly more timid with my complimentary companion missing, I gaze around me. Maybe I made a mistake. This is intimidating, and I am way more shy than I let on.
A couple catches my eye. I accidentally make eye contact. The woman is angelic. Her hair, a strawberry blonde, catches moonlight and literally shimmers in cascades around her face. Her eyes glisten. They are captivating. She smiles, a demure half smile. I imagine a siren...I think she may have stolen several souls, or saved them. She has an endless stream of men approaching her, and as I watch her shoo each away with a nonchalant wave of her hand, I realize that she has been staring at me just as long as I have been at her. I walk over, slowly, trying to think of something clever to say.
I am at her table. My wit has escaped me. No matter, Lynda introduces herself...taking my hand in both of hers, and invites me to sit down. We make small talk as I eyeball the silhouette of her body underneath her lacy dress. At her feet an oversized purse rests, peeping out from the top a pink leather paddle with cheetah print trim. I immediately realize that I have found my match...a challenge. We exchange witticisms, and apparently pleased with my intellect as well as my looks, Lynda invites me to continue our conversation in the hot tub. For a split second I am disappointed that I do not have a swim suit, and then I realize that her intentions likely don't have use for one. I remember where I am, and nervous excitement crawls up my spine...my flesh is electrified.
Day 1 continues tomorrow...