The light misty rain fell softly against my face, my eyelashes. My vision sparkled as old fashioned street light illumination shone through. My feet were cold. I was standing barefoot on the cobblestones, silently absorbing and enjoying the turn of the century atmosphere that was Gastown, Vancouver.
I was cold. I wore nothing under my fancy purple trench coat, save for a thin elastic sequined belt around my waist. It's snugness only emphasized the freeness, the bareness of the rest of my body.
I heard the car door slam behind me. My husband and Master had parked the car. He had thoughtfully dropped me off so I wouldn't have to walk so far and possibly damage my feet. His steps echoed off the building walls and cars. I shivered.
I didn't know exactly what He had planned for me tonight, but the fact that we were outside our home, in public, put a frisson of fearsome anticipation up my spine. His hand settled at the small of my back, guiding me as we walked a half block and turned into a doorway. The simple sign, "No. 5 Orange" looked classy, but it brought an uneasy memory to the surface. Wasn't this a...the open door showed me that it was.
I drew in a ragged breath. This was a full nudity strip club. It dawned on me why my Master had brought me here. My whole crotch area ached, flexed. My Master guided me skillfully through the tables, mostly full of men. It looked like the place was almost full. My eyes skittered across a sign announcing that it was a men's only night, a salute to the women's only nights that were becoming so popular.
My Master whispered into my ear. "I want you to dance for me, my Pet, as you've never danced before. You will do it to this music," I felt a tape pushed into my hand, "And you will give this and my card to that man." He pointed out man standing close to the sound and special light effects board. I glanced down at the card in my hand. The only thing written on it was a large embossed golden J written in old script. It could have been a calling card.
"Go." He said, pushing me forward. I had to walk the last ten feet by myself. The club manager noticed me. He looked me over, clearly wondering what I was doing there as I wasn't one of his regular dancers. His eyes were dismissing me, as if saying now was not good time to have an audition--he had work to do.
Before I lost his attention entirely, I showed him the card. His eyes widened, looking at me. He smiled. My hand shook as I gave him the tape. He turned, issuing swift instructions to his staff.
Within a couple of minutes the music had wound down and the girls occupying the stage were finishing up their dancing, leaving amidst cat calls and whistles. It was obvious J had set this up well in advance to our arrival. I looked back for him but couldn't see him. Had he sat down at a table? My eyes scanned the room but didn't find him before the lights dimmed.
"Your turn, Honey." the club manager said. He pointed to some steps that led up to the stage. "You won't be needing this." and with one smooth movement my coat was slipped off. It hadn't been buttoned or belted shut on my Master's orders--only my hands in my pockets had kept the coat closed over my body.
I was completely naked, the memory of my Master's voice whispering "Dance for me." the only thing that kept me from running away. My fear made me stiff legged as I walked onto the stage. The light was blinding. I couldn't see anything past the light, no men. But I could feel their eyes on me.
