As a mom of four, I don't have many chances to get out and have fun. As a single parent, I end up tired and frustrated most nights. I depend very much on my small collection of toys and lubes, late in the night when everyone else is asleep. But one night a month, I schedule a date night. I have a boyfriend of sorts (We'll call him Chad), though honestly it's more an arrangement of convenience, friends with benefits. We go out, we dance, we drink, we sometimes catch a movie, and I'll sleep over, while my brother watches the kids for the night. I tell my brother it's girl's night out, and if he knows any better, he never comments.
One night we tried something a little different. Instead of the usual neon-lighted dance-hangouts we normally favor, he took me to a seedy-looking little place downtown. The sign above the door was plain black and white, and it read "The Train Station." Now, I trust Chad, we're not in love really, but we've been close friends for a lot of years, and he's been there for me through most of the worst times of my life. So, I trusted his judgement, even though the place seemed more like a place to get mugged than to have fun.
"Chad, what is this place?" Trust is one thing, curiosity quite another.
"Don't worry, it's a lot more fun than it looks. I think they keep it this way so it doesn't attract too much attention, but it's a very safe club. You'll keep an open mind, right? I promise it'll be fun, just give it half an hour, okay? After that, if you say you're not having fun, we'll leave, no problem. Did you wear the underwear I sent you last week?"
The week before, he sent me this slinky black thing, all lace and ruffles, but strong too, with metal rings at the hips and bust. It seemed a little kinky, but in a fun way, and he included a message to wear it tonight. I even got a bit of a thrill wearing it all day, thinking what kind of fun he would have peeling it off me that night, but when he asked about it there in the parking lot, I suddenly realized what kind of club this was.
"Is this some sort of kinky sex club? I don't know about this, Chad..." Admittedly, the idea was definitely getting the juices flowing, I mean, how exciting! But images of sweaty strangers in leather masks beating each other with whips flashed through my head, and well, it was kind of scary.
"Sweetie, you know I'd never hurt you, or put you in a position to get hurt. I've been in here before, the people are nice, and no one will push you into anything. I promise, half an hour, and no pressure." He offered me a hand out of the car, and I sat there for a moment, weighing my options. It didn't take long; if Chad promised it would be safe and fun, it would be.
I took his hand and stepped out of the car, and he led me into the club. The bouncer, a buff guy in a nice button-down shirt and slacks opened the door for us with a nod to Chad, like they were friends. Just inside the door, I was struck by how nice it was inside. The entryway was clean, and completely lacking in the bums one might expect looking at the outside. The inner entrance was a pair of swinging doors padded with black vinyl, and beyond them lay a lot of what I imagined in the car! In the center of the large space stood a wrought-iron cage, inside which a woman in a purple rubber minidress and sparkly heels danced. My eyes were drawn to the shiny black leather collar around her neck. But as quickly as that caught my eye, I registered so much more: a man in leather on a table with three women touching him with feathers and riding crops, two women in panties and bras licking each other all over, a girl straddling a machine that pumped a dildo in and out of her who seemed to be having an amazing orgasm... It wasn't a huge crowd by any means, but there were enough people that every... display? was being watched by at least a few avid voyeurs, many dressed in wild outfits.
"Oooh, Chad, you made it! And you must be Melinda, I'm so glad he convinced you to come!" A tall woman in thick makeup with a gorgeous long black dress sauntered over and shook my hand gently. "I'm Persephone, what do you think of our little club?"
