"Please Jake, we need a guy," Natalie begged, her coffee cup clattering down on its saucer, "We can't go otherwise."
She touched her pouting lips, shuffled on her chair and recrossed her legs. She twisted her head to create waves of long dark hair and hoped that the freckles on her nose and her tendency to giggle weren't taking away from her practiced look.
"If I come," Jake replied slowly, holding out a stern finger, "You and I must not..."
"No, of course not! There will be heaps of guys there."
"And don't tell your brother."
Jake studied Natalie's excited face. She was his friend's younger sister and a girl that had seemingly had a permanent crush on him. Natalie was now twenty-three and good-looking but to Jake, she was still Ben's little sister. Just being seen with her would get him angst from his friends.
"So, you'll come then?" Natalie babbled with a flash of perfect white teeth. Anytime spent with Jake was a bonus, especially if it gave her a chance to get close to him in the dark. She put down her cup down, more gently this time, sat up straight and brushed her long dark hair back behind her ears in an attempt to look older.
"Okay." The place did intrigue him, and at least he should be safe from Natalie's attentions. Here was a woman who seemed out of her depth in any bar, let alone one where woman sat on guys' faces.
The Facesitting bar had developed a cult reputation in the few weeks since it had been open. Seats had to booked in both senses of the word. For women it offered cheap drinks and the chance to enjoy an illicit thrill in a discrete, all female environment. For men, the proposition was less clear.
*
Jake walked down the short flight of steps and in through a discrete metal door. Natalie waited for the door to shut firmly behind him, before swaying on her black heels and hurrying over to the bar's main entrance.
At his entrance, Jake was met by a curvy blonde woman dressed provocatively in a short black leather dress.
"Guest of Natalie?" Jake said uncertainly.
"Guest?" the woman laughed, amused by the good-looking guy's choice of words.
Fuck, why had he repeated Natalie's euphemism.
"Natalie's 'guest' will spend the evening over here," the woman chuckled again as she pointed to one of the six coffin shaped steel boxes that ran along one side of the small room.
"Where's the bar?" Jake asked.
"The other side of this wall. Girl's only. Sorry."
"And the way out?"
"Locked."
The woman tapped her stiletto heel impatiently as Jake climbed warily into his box. He lay down on his back with his head resting on the shaped foam that prevented him turning his head. His neck squeezed between vertical bars, effectively separating his head from the rest of his body.
"I assume you will be paying for your hosts drink?" she checked.
Jake had barely pulled his wallet from his jeans pocket when the woman whisked it from his hand. She pulled out his credit card, brushing against his erection as she eased it back into his pocket.
"How much?" Jake asked.
"Sweetie, when you see the position you'll be in, you'll want to be generous."
The woman then produced a short length of heavy chain, a large padlock and a metal plaque emblazoned with the Facesitting bar's pink logo of two stylised cheeks.
"For identification while you're on the premises," she explained, padlocking the chain and plaque around Jake's neck with the plaque now resting against his Adam's apple.
"Branded with your logo?" Jake observed, "Good way to advertise."
"Natalie has the key to unlock this."
"What?" Jake grimaced, "I wasn't planning to see Nat."
"Great! Then you'll be a permanent advertisement," the woman laughed.
Jake looked on as she lowered the metal lid down on top of him, leaning forward with her weight until the lid clunked into place. Jake was now enclosed in a tight metal coffin with only his face protruding through a hole in the lid. It was a tight fit with a strong smell of leather from the surrounding red padded seat.
The woman smoothed her dress and sat down on his metal lid, "The benefits of curves," she smiled sheepishly, "No one get out."
"You look good," Jake stuttered.
The woman smiled back, delighted by the compliment, "Maybe later?"
"If I'm still here," Jake stammered, not wanting to offend the seemingly enormous thighs and hips that loomed above his lowly position.
The woman pulled a single key from her bra, reached down and locked his steel box before replacing the key between her breasts, "You'll still be here, sweetie," she teased.
"Now listen up boys," the woman called addressing all six boxes.
Her fishnet tights straddled Jake's box and she tapped the side with her shoe to ensure she had everyone's attention, "This is ladies' night! Any complaint from any woman and these boxes really will be your coffins. Your box will be taken out of circulation and probably not unlocked until the morning."
