Carnal, the most luxurious den of sin in the city was how the website had described it. Thistle wasn't sure which was more of a surprise, that she got over her nerves to come. Or that the bouncer had let her through to the front desk. She had tried her best to look like she belonged. A sheer mesh crop top with a black push up bra. A short black leather skirt, matching boots. Her auburn locks cascaded, her vibrant fur radiated cleanliness. But despite her efforts and getting past the bouncer, she wasn't guaranteed entry yet.
A tiger with a chunk of his ear missing was scanning over her medical documents. Documents required for entry. It may be a sex club to pursue carnal desires but safety came first it seemed. He completed his examination, then regarded her with an unexpected kindness.
"It's your first time. Correct?" He asked in a voice that said he already knew the answer.
"Oh yes, sorry." She answered, sounding much less sure.
He nodded, her paperwork vanishing under the desk, the sound of a shredder echoing in the entrance way. He then grabbed a shiny white bracelet.
"Give me your arm please." She presented it promptly, without a single query. He was quick to secure it tight enough to stop it from falling off.
"The white shows everyone you're new." He explained once done. "When you enter the club, go to the bar first. The bartenders will explain the rules, got it?"
"Um yes sir." That got a grin with a half fang showing.
"Go on then and welcome to Carnal, Miss Cromwell."
With that she was dismissed. She slipped past the doors, the dark stairs lit by throbbing red lights. She followed them down until she emerged into a world of flashing lights and erotic scenes.
A bar whose front lit up with the beat of the music sat on the right, booths lining the rest of the walls. A large imposing door was in the back wall and in the center was the dance floor with a raised platform in the middle. There was a sea of bodies on the floor but she turned her gaze away after noticing countless people undressed. Hey eyes landed on a half-circle of windows on the second floor that stuck out over some of the booths.
But she couldn't hide from the acts going on. It was why she had come. She let her gaze shift back. A cat was on their knees pleasing a man to the far left. A woman was squished between two men grinding at a booth. One may have been inside her but they were too close to tell. Scenes after scenes were playing out wherever she looked.
A hand found her shoulder and she jumped before calming herself. It was a wolf with fur the same color as her hair. His uniform was similar to the doorman's and the bouncer signaling him as staff. "Bar." She thought he said though his voice was lost to the music.
It was enough to get her moving. She mouthed thanks and worked her way to the massive structure. She started to feel eyes on her but tried to ignore them. She knew what she was here. Fresh meat to be appraised and pursued. Images played of her on her knees like the cat. Would any of the watching eyes want her in that position? She could hope or tonight would be a rather big letdown. Who couldn't get laid at a sex club?
She found a clear spot at the bar and waited for the bartender to notice her. She could count five shifting and dancing around each other serving waiting patrons. A snow leopard girl with a pink ponytail and a top that nearly pushed her breasts out was the first to notice her. She made her way over with a large grin, noticing the band.
"Hey, a newbie. Nice to meet you, I'm Melody."
"Thistle." She tried speaking louder to be heard over the music, and Melody nodded, indicating that it worked.
"Nice to meet you, Thistle. From this point on I'm your chaperone. If you feel uncomfortable or forget the rules any of us can help. But I will be personally responsible for you having a good time. That said, there are rules..."
"Melody, I need help." Another bartender called from further down the bar.
Melody's happy demeanor dropped. In fact, she looked rather unsure, panicked. She muttered something Thistle was sure was of the vulgar nature.
"I can wait." She always hated being a bother.
"Sorry, it's just." Melody started her shoulder sinking, Then she bounced back her smile returning. "I have a newbie of my own. Stay right here and I'll be back."
"Ok."
With that Melody bolted. Thistle lost sight of her behind a large man leaning on the bar talking to a woman who was naked from the waist up. Seconds passed slowly as Thistle waited feeling unsure and out of place.
"Hey there." A slurred voice said from behind her.
She turned to see a lean tall man with the features of a ferret that reeked of sweat and booze. It took some mental willpower for her to not visibly react to the smell.
"Umm hi."
"Hey." He repeated his introduction. "You're new here, right?"
"I am." She doubted it but hoped a short response would drive him away.
Nope, instead his eyes lit up. "I knew it, I can always tell." Thistle bit her tongue instead of pointing out the clear white band around her wrist.
"So, you're a submissive as well. I can tell that too." He carried on.
"Maybe." She didn't want to give her label to this creep. This was rustling her in all the wrong ways. Her body was on edge and her hackles were starting to rise.
"You are, I can tell. Can I give you some beginner advice?"
"I'm actually waiting for the bar-"
"Psh, they just tell you a script. I know how it really works. Like the first rule is that submissives like you should always listen to dominants like me." He interrupted and held up his wrist showing a black and red band, like she knew what the colors meant. He really didn't understand the being new thing.
But even if it was all new Thistle knew that didn't sound right. "I think-"
"Don't talk over me until I'm done." He tried to order but the slurring words took any authority away.
She bit her tongue hoping to hold out until Melody came back. The man was about to carry on when someone bumped into him, pressing him against Thistle.
"Fuck it's too packed. Let's dance and talk."
"I'm supposed-" He cut her off again by grabbing her arm and yanking her towards the dance floor. He was rather strong so she let him lead not wanting to risk injury. She swept her gaze across the bar, spotting Melody in shock. The leopard immediately began talking into her bracelet upon seeing her.
The man hadn't noticed and found a clearing on the floor. He let go of her wrist and started to grind against her. It was an attempt but even that was too strong of a word for his awful dance moves.
"Start dancing sexy." He shouted over the music.
"I'm going-"
"I said dance like a good girl." No, this had gone too far. She was new but not a pushover.
