After the relative quiet of my car, the noise of the club hit me like a brick wall. I wasn't used to going out to places like this - places with lines outside and bouncers and strobe lights and fog and pounding bass music. Luckily for us, the line to get in was relatively quick and the bouncer waved Claire and I in without a fuss. I suppose it didn't hurt to have a gorgeous woman clinging to my arm.
After the narrow entryway, the 48 Club opened to a huge split level room. I peered around the throngs of smartly dressed men and scantily clad women that were seemingly everywhere. In addition to the overwhelming thump of the bass, a thousand perfumes and colognes combined into an overwhelming scent.
On the left, an upper level housed a long bar and dozens of dimly lit U shaped booths tucked discreetly into every available corner. Down a short but wide flight of steps to the right was the main dance floor, which was flooded with people. Some were gyrating to the music, others were standing around the smaller bar near the back or tucked against the wall talking or making out.
I glanced at Claire. She was standing on her tip toes, looking around the room impatiently. As I watched, I saw her dark brown eyes light up and a smile spread across her face. She tugged my arm almost painfully hard.
"I see him! He's over there." Claire pointed to a lone figure standing at the bar on the dance floor. He wore blue jeans with a tight black t shirt tucked in. He was standing casually with his legs crossed, sipping a beer and looking around the room. Even from a distance I could see he had a good body - the tucked in shirt accentuated his broad shoulders and slender waist. He looked very much like an all-American football player - blond hair parted to the side, slightly rugged handsome features with intense eyes.
Claire turned to me.
"How do I look?" She tucked her long black hair behind her ears and licked her lips slightly.
"You look incredible," I said honestly, not able to help but glance down her crop top at her chest that I had seen bare just minutes earlier.
She smiled radiantly and gave me a peck on the cheek.
"You're sweet. Now why don't you go find us a booth and get some drinks. We have some others joining in the fun tonight!"
Without waiting for my response, Claire turned.
I watched for a few seconds - her hips swayed seductively as she walked down the steps to the dance floor. The trance-like music, smoke and lights just added to the hypnotic effect. I shook my head and averted my eyes. I knew I was in danger of reactivating the virtual spikes on my chastity device if I let myself stare too long.
I elbowed my way up to the bar and waited patiently to be acknowledged by the outrageously gorgeous bartender. She was tall and slender and had her chestnut brown hair pulled back into a severe ponytail. As she turned to grab a bottle, I admired her shapely ass in the shortest pair of jean shorts I've ever seen. I could see the bottom half of her ass sticking out of the skin tight fabric. She had on black converse high tops, and what I believed to be just a black lacy bra as a top.
I was crushed in on all sides by beautiful, fashionable people who looked to be mostly in their 20s. I felt a bit out of place but was thankful for the punishing workouts Sarah had put me through for the last few weeks. I felt like I filled out my shirt at least a bit more than I had before all of this craziness started.
"Oh...sorry!" I felt a bump as a somewhat tipsy-looking girl elbowed me in the ribs inadvertently. I stammered an apology but she was already off with her arm around a friend.
"What'll it be?"
I whirled around and came face to face with the bartender.
"Uh..." I felt myself blush and tried to keep my eyes off of her bra.
She arched an eyebrow and looked at me impatiently.
I thought quickly. Claire and Thom were already here. And I expected Helen and her husband Rick. Plus possibly Sarah and Zack. And Amber said she may make an appearance. I had no idea what people wanted to drink, but I knew that Claire and Amber would be disappointed in me if I wasn't prepared. Sarah as well most likely.
"I'll take...four beers...whatever you have is fine. Also some shots...I guess bourbon of some kind?" I remembered Sarah had preferred whiskey when I made them drinks earlier.
The bartender just looked at me with the same expression.
"Oh. Uh..how about 8 shots. Also maybe a bottle of white wine and some glasses?"
The bartender nodded and busied herself preparing the drinks. In a minute she set down a large tray with beer bottles, shot glasses, and a bottle of white wine surrounded by four wine glasses.
She told me the total and I handed over my credit card with a wince. I knew my place here tonight was essentially to fund everyone else's fun.
"Keep it open?" She asked with what I swear was a slight smirk on her full red lips.
"Uh...yeah..." I mumbled.
"You can get your card back from me at the end of the night," She said, before turning to deal with the next customer.
I looked around the dark room. My eyes widened as I saw four women and two guys get up from a booth in the corner of the room and head for the door. I picked up the tray and raced as smoothly as I could towards the table, claiming it before anyone else could beat me to the prize.
I settled into the center of the booth and swept the trash on the table into a pile that I could put on the tray, and tried to organize the drinks as best I could. I helped myself to a shot of bourbon and sat back in the booth.
I could see Claire and Thom on the dance floor - they looked good together as they danced. As I watched, she reached her hand out and placed it on his muscular chest. He grinned at something she had obviously shouted over the din and pulled her close to him. Just as they became lost to my view in the swirling masses I could make out his hands firmly planted on her ass.
"Hey man."
I looked up, startled. I didn't hear anyone approach the booth, but my neighbor Rick was standing next to me. He had on a nice button down shirt and blue jeans, with a brown leather jacket. He motioned at the seat next to me.
"Mind if I take a seat?"
I nodded and scooted over, making room for him next to me. He took the beer I offered him with a grateful nod. His mouth was pressed into an anxious line, and he had small wrinkles on his forehead.
"Uh...where's...your wife?" I said, somewhat awkwardly trying to start a conversation.
He took a long swallow of beer and visibly tried to relax. His shoulders still seemed very tense under his jacket.
"She's...waiting a bit before she comes in," he said. His mouth pulled down into a temporary grimace. "So people don't see us together."
I nodded, grunting in sympathy.
"Oh...I'm sorry Rick."
He glanced at me.
"Thanks...it's been a...wild few days I guess."
I felt myself smile. That was the understatement of the century, for both of us. I kept thinking how strange and different my life was now, compared to just a month ago.
Miraculously, Rick smiled back tentatively. He leaned in towards me where he could speak at an almost normal volume.
"I've been meaning to ask you - how the fuck did you handle these goddamned spikes?"
I winced in sympathy again. Amber had replaced the small but devilish physical spikes in my first chastity cage with electric shocks that functioned essentially the same way, but only when she activated them.
"Yeah...sorry about that," I said, even though I didn't have anything to do with them in the first place, and Rick's wife Helen was the one who had borrowed my old cage to lock up her husband. "I guess you sort of get used to them over time."
I wasn't sure that was the case, but it seemed like a kind thing to say. Rick grunted and took another long pull at his beer. I felt him stiffen and I followed his gaze to the entry hallway. His wife was standing there looking over the room. I sucked in a breath as I took in her figure. Her nordic features and long straight blonde hair were set off by an extremely tight fitting black leather dress. It barely came down to her upper thighs, and plunged to a deep V between her breasts. Thin black straps crossed her bare shoulders. She was wearing black stockings, and I could see garters holding them up her sexy legs when she moved. Several of the guys around her were nudging each other and checking her out. She either didn't see them or ignored them.
As Helen surveyed the room, she caught a glimpse of her husband and I against back wall of the main bar area. She gave a quick wink then gracefully descended the steps to the dance floor.
Rick let out a long breath as she disappeared into the sea of youthful dancers.
"Rick....you wife is gorgeous," I said, shaking my head.
"I know it..." he said wistfully, and took another deep sip of his beer.
I leaned in and caught his eye.
"Look...this is all new to me as well..." I struggled for a second to define exactly what I meant before just diving in. "I mean, I was just sort of a normal guy until like a few weeks ago, when I met Amber. So I'm sort of out of my element here too."
Rick grinned, grateful for my attempt to make him feel a little better about his situation.
"Thanks man. It's just...well...I don't know how much Helen told you. But...I've..." he looked down for a second, embarrassed. "I've had sort of this kink about her sleeping around for a while. A long while actually."
I nodded. Helen had told me that.
"I think it's called "cuckolding,"" I said.
He nodded.
"Yeah...that. I guess I hid that from her...and..."
I actually saw Rick's face redden in the dim light of the club.
"I guess you could say...I haven't really been satisfying her in bed."
I nodded quickly, eager to get past this awkward part of the conversation.
"Yes, uh...Helen mentioned that too."
Rick immediately turned even more red and I saw him swallow.
"But I...I'm the same way. So...you don't have to worry about me judging! I mean...I haven't really had the same fantasy as you, but I've had women tell me that, um...I'm not really doing it for them when we have sex."
Rick smiled gratefully.
"Thanks man. Yeah I guess it's just...how we are. Not our fault I guess."
Now it was my turn to nod.
"And you're ok with Helen, uh...doing what she's doing now?"
Rick paused and took a sip of his beer, wiping the foam off of his upper lip with the back of his hand.
"I mean, yes and no. Even though it was a fantasy for a long time, the reality is...different. Being faced with it I suppose. Having it actually happen right now. It's...scary and honestly maybe just a tiny bit..." he looked around, lost for words.
"Exhilarating?" I supplied, helpfully.
"Yeah...that's a good word for it." He said, turning back to me.
"She basically...well, Helen told me she was disappointed in our...sex life for a long time, but tolerated it because she loved me. When she discovered my porn saved on my computer, I guess...well that was maybe the last straw. So she told me she was going to do whatever she felt like from now on, and I was going to accept it."
I nodded and glanced around the room, processing this. I couldn't see Claire or Thom, but I noticed Helen was being approached by a fit looking man in his late 30s, wearing jeans and collared shirt. He looked maybe a bit out of place on the floor with all of the 20 somethings but he seemed confident and sure of himself. As I watched, he leaned into Helen and said something in her ear. She laughed and tossed her hair, and as Rick and I watched she grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the center of the dance floor.
"Fuck...." I heard Rick say under his breath. He downed his beer and reached for a shot glass of whiskey.
