Chloe was onto her third whisky now and she was starting to feel the effects. Sitting alone at a booth in the quiet little bar she felt rather conspicuous. In her tight, black lace dress and seamed stockings that emphasised her full ass, red hair hiding her face she looked out of place amid the rest of the punters. Most of which were middle aged couples already drunk or paying her no heed. Yet she still pulled her dress down every time she tottered to the bar for another 18 year old Yamazaki. Sweet and smooth, it was her favourite.
They'd arranged to meet for a few drinks before going back to her boyfriend Dante's where they'd have a completely free house. How she hated the house she lived in. Noisy housemates and paper-thin walls meant she could never truly let go when they fucked. And Chloe found it hard to let go as it was.
So tonight they were going back to his. A cosy, dark cottage with a huge four poster bed, she loved it there. No neighbours to hear her when she screamed his name later that night. No housemates to avoid the morning after when she awoke sore and satisfied.
Yet something was obviously keeping him. She knew from their earlier conversation that he was probably caught up at work but still she hated being left alone. Dante was probably keeping her waiting on purpose. He seemed to revel in her uncharacteristic shyness around him and did everything to make her feel uncomfortable. Secretly she liked it. Her palms were already a little damp and goosebumps arose on her skin when she thought of what was to follow later.
Biting her lip nervously she crossed her legs and lifted her glass to her lips just as he walked through the door. Meeting his eyes she blushed furiously as he bent to kiss her cheek.
'Hey baby' he murmured in her ear before taking the seat opposite and reaching for the second glass between them.
'Hey you,' she practically whispered, willing her heart rate to calm down.
He looked so delicious tonight. As always. Tight black t-shirt stretched across his impressive muscles and dark jeans sporting that chain he always wore. Dirty blonde hair tied back and a sly smirk on his face, as if he was laughing at some private joke. The only thing missing was the ring he usually wore on his middle finger. A dark, silver skull, it fit her thumb perfectly and she'd taken to wearing it as a sort of comfort when he'd left it at her place and he wasn't around.
'Ugh when did I get so needy?' she thought to herself as she set her glass back down and proceeded to twist the ring around her thumb under the table.
'So what do you want to do tonight?' he said, knowing full well she'd follow him anywhere he wanted go. He liked giving her the option to choose even though he knew she'd prefer that he take the lead.
'Umm, I'm happy here for now?' she replied, 'They have good whisky and good music.' Pantera were playing somewhere on the jukebox.
'I'm good with that, so what we drinking?' He noticed her visibly relax as she told him about the whisky.
They passed the next couple of hours with animated conversation, having only been dating a couple of months there was still so much to learn about each other. Chloe was much more forthcoming after she'd chilled out with a drink or two. Dante knew he made her nervous. It was how he liked her. She wasn't like this with anyone else and it turned him on that she'd never really submitted to anyone before.
It was 1am and the bar was beginning to empty. Although none of the staff rushed them out, it was obvious they were waiting to close.
'Shall we go somewhere else? Chloe asked. She'd slowed down with the whisky, not wanting to be too drunk when they got home.
'Sure,' said Dante, 'Where you thinking?'
'Well there's this new burlesque place just opened up. Its more rock and roll and hardcore than the ones on the gay scene. I've wanted to check out the dancing there...' Chloe tailed off, knowing Dante would pick up on her blushing.
He smiled, 'In the mood to check out some girls tonight are we?' He knew about her bicurious tendencies. But it was obvious she'd never acted on it or had any dominating ladies take the lead with her.
They hailed a taxi and directed the surly driver to The Shrine. From the outside it was nothing more than an ornate set of black iron gates in front of a set of (very old) oak doors. Chloe took Dante's hand, flushed with excitement, clearly eager to get inside. From somewhere beneath them strains of Buck Cherry - Crazy Bitch was playing.
Together they descended the dimly lit, luxury red carpeted stairs to be greeted by a very beautiful blonde woman clad in a tartan miniskirt, leather corset and fishnets. Somehow, in this setting, she looked sultry rather than slutty.
'Well aren't you an attractive pair, my name is Jade. I'm the hostess at The Shrine tonight. You guys here for the night?' She gestured to the black velvet curtains behind her which Chloe was already peeking through.
'It looks like it' Dante chuckled, handing over the entry fee and smiling at the hostess.
He placed his hand on the small of Chloe's back and they passed through the curtains. It was certainly decadent. Black chandeliers hung from the ceiling and secluded booths lined the wall on one side while the opposite wall was taken up by a bar with the best premium spirits in the city.
At the back of the room was a stage, part of it jutting out into the audience where there were a number of tables and booths, most with plush sofa's to lounge back on.
A waitress wearing a black corset and leather shorts guided them to a chaise longue just in front of the stage where a pale skinned black haired beauty dressed in ivory lingerie and an ivory silk chemise was starting a sensual striptease to the gravelly vocals of Screamin' Jay Hawkins.
I put a spell on you, because you're mine
Dante asked for two bourbons, neat for him, two ice cubes for Chloe. She was obviously transfixed, settling in beside him and resting her hand on his thigh while they watched the beauty above them.
'Like what you see Chloe?' he murmured into her ear. She turned to look at him, her pupils dilated.
'Yes... Sir' she replied, a small smile playing at the corner of her lips, cheeks flushed. The whisky and heady atmosphere were clearly emboldening her. She only called him Sir when they were alone or she was being deliberately naughty.
The waitress came back with their drinks, 'Enjoy the drinks' she winked and sauntered away, looking for her next customer. It made her night to see a couple enjoying themselves as opposed to single men and parties of women looking for debauchery.
The performance ended to a round of raucous applause from the club. It was a good crowd tonight. Mainly couples, the odd businessman looking for more than just a half naked girl gyrating away. But as Dante surveyed the rest of the clientele he noticed a theme. Everyone was young, between 20-30ish and attractive. Hmm, how did they get around that one? He wondered.
Next up were a trio of tattooed bright haired ladies all wearing black PVC. Together they performed a superbly choreographed routine to Nine Inch Nails - Closer. During this routine the three dancers pulled a beautiful blonde from the audience and sat her on a chair in the centre of the stage, proceeding to pour champagne into her mouth. Although shy at first, she quickly adjusted, lapping it up, even licking some from between one of the ladies cleavage when she bent down in front of her face.
