Summer's heat hung in the air long after sunset, it greeted Sara like a warm blanket as she stepped out of her suburban red brick home. She was grateful for the warmth, it made up for her impractical outfit. Trotting toward the old red sedan, she could see Mathew sitting in the driver's seat. His green eyes scanned her body; up and down, then up and down again. Despite the platonic nature of their friendship, Sara knew that Mathew liked what he saw. The sheer white lace of her camisole was cinched at the waist by a tightly laced under bust corset, her white mini skirt barely covered her ass although it did a perfect job of showing off the straps connecting her white fishnet tights to the camisole. The look was finished off by thick heeled, knee high, black boots. Sara was going to fit in perfectly at the fetish club they were headed to, but in the suburbs she was completely out of place and she knew it.
She hopped into the car quickly, her face a little flushed with embarrassment. Pushing her black hair behind her ear, she turned to smile at Mathew as she buckled her seatbelt. "Nice." He smirked, while glancing at her body. "You're such a sleaze!" she teased back, "Where's your gimp suit?!" Mathew laughed, he was wearing a dark grey button up shirt and smart black trousers. His short blond hair was shiny with product and his eyes were framed by modern, black rimmed glasses. That was about as dressed up as he got, and he still sported a five o'clock shadow. "Alright, let's hit the road." He backed out of her driveway and slammed the accelerator.
It was a 45 minute drive into the heart of the city, they weren't going to arrive until after 10pm. They spent the drive talking about their kids, the reason they were friends in the first place. A fetish club seemed a strange place for two married friends to visit, especially when their usual meetings included their preschool aged daughters. Mathew's best friend Greg had invited him, and Sara had been a few times before with a BDSM meet-up group. Neither Sara nor Mathew were active in the scene, but Sara relished the opportunity to dress up and have a night off from parenting, and Mathew was interested to see what the club was like. Sara wasn't wrong when she called Mathew a sleaze.
The night went by quickly, helped along by a few too many drinks on Sara's part. The fetish club was underground, filled with people of all shapes and sizes, most wearing very little. Mathew took in the sights, watching public spanking, rope play and flogging. The smell of sex clung to everything, as people chatted and danced. The juxtaposition of violence, lust and a night club atmosphere seemed peculiar at first, but after an hour or two it just felt normal.
Sara stayed on the dancefloor for most of the night, but around 1am she started to tire. Finding Mathew, she sat down beside him and rested her head on his shoulder. She wasn't crossing a line so much as nudging it. He didn't seem to mind, and they sat together without talking. Nightclub music washed over them, a tall, toned, tanned man in leather pants stood six feet in front of the pair, suspending a slim, naked woman from the ceiling in a hog tie. Sara and Mathew watched together as the man gagged the woman and began to gently flog her. Mathew leaned his head against Sara's and she rested her hand on his knee. Sara wasn't paying attention to the scene in front of them anymore, the world around them fell away. It was only Sara and Mathew, the heavy bass of the music replaced by the racing beat of her heart. The line was about to be broken.
The intensity of the moment was shattered when Mathew quickly moved Sara's hand, and sat up straight. Greg was walking towards them. Greg was slim and of stood at about 5'8", shorter than both Sara and Mathew. His brown hair had started to recede, but it suited his face. He smiled at the pair, "Hey guys, did you want to get out of here? Some friends are going to hit a karaoke bar!" Mathew laughed, "Sounds like fun! What do you think Sara?" "Only if I don't have to sing, I'm so tired." It was nearly 2am, and Sara's mind was firmly on the drive home. She knew it was a foolish fantasy, but the thought of being alone with Mathew thrilled her. He wouldn't cross the line, she knew, but she could dream.
The karaoke bar was only a block away, Sara covered up her hooker outfit with a black hoodie. The summer heat had faded and been replaced by a chill, her fishnet stockings did nothing to fight the cold air. As well as Greg and Mathew, two other friends had joined them. Eleanor, Greg's girlfriend, and Kyle, a mutual friend of Greg and Mathew. Sara was glad to be walking in a group, she was self-conscious of her outfit but if she'd been alone, she would have been afraid to walk the city streets dressed as she was.
The group played at karaoke for an hour. The bar was cramped, the singing was as terrible as you'd expect 2am karaoke to be, but the drinks were cheap and spirits were high. Sara sat beside Mathew, her inhibitions masked by alcohol, she slipped her hand behind his back and under his shirt. She gently traced circles over his skin with her nails and leaned against him. After a few minutes, Mathew whispered into her ear, "Behave, and I'll make it worth your while." He was right, if Kyle or Greg noticed, word would get back to Mathew's wife Amanda. This wasn't how friends behaved, especially not married friends.
"Kyle, did you need a ride?" Mathew asked as they walked out of the bar. "Yeah man, that'd be great". Sara was disappointed that she wouldn't be alone with Mathew, but it was for the best. They were just friends, after all.
