The cool night air kisses my shoulders as I exit the cab. I wish I wore my coat, the backless silver tank top, short black skater skirt, and fishnets don't provide much warmth against the cool fall night. My best friend, Stella, told me she was taking me out for a night on the town and that I was to dress sexy. My outfit got her approval when she picked me up earlier, catcalling out the cab window to me. Stella is way more outgoing and braver than I am, but I love that she is pulling that forward side out of me.
Stella grabs my hand and pulls me along with her to the front of the line waiting to get into The Black Rose. The waiting patrons give us dirty looks as she flashes a pass to the bouncer, who secures silver coloured bracelets to our wrists before letting us in.
"Welcome to The Black Rose, Charlie!" Stella exclaims, throwing her arms wide as we enter the bar. The heat of the bodies packed into the club immediately warms me from the night chill moments before. The place is packed, bodies are everywhere. Some are grinding on the expansive dance floor to our left, others are lined up at the long, sleek mirrored bar placing their drink orders.
"Wow," I am speechless at the decor; mirrors are everywhere. The drink bar is completely mirrored, front, top, and behind the bartenders. The dance floor has a mirrored ceiling, giving the flashing DJ lights more flare, almost to a dizzying point. Any surface that isn't mirrored, like the floor of the dance area, is matte black.
"It's epic, right?" Stella leads us to the bar to order us some drinks. Once again, she shoulders her way to the front of the line, garnering us prompt service.
"Stell, how often are you here? It's like they're bowing down to serve you!" I say as Stella hands me my drink, a fruity cocktail that's the special of the night. We move off to the side, where there are high table tops forming a barrier of sorts between the dancefloor and the bar area.
"Well... I was going to wait until we've had at least one drink. But I guess I'll just tell you now." Stella sets her drink onto our table, giving me a serious look. I'm instantly on edge. "So, you know how I've been telling you about my ... adventures? And you've said you wanted to join me some night, right? Well...."
"It's here?!" I look around, trying to see the place with a different lens. Nothing looks different than a regular night club. Am I misunderstanding what she's saying?
"It's hidden, but yes, this is the nightclub they run. Finish your drink and I'll show you the rest. You do want to see it, right Charlie?" Stella seems nervous for my reply. We've talked about her experiences before, and I have told her someday, some time, I would like to come and see what it's all about. I wasn't expecting it tonight, but I'm not upset. I'm actually getting excited. I don't know what to expect at all, but I'm curious.
Nodding my response, I look around again, paying closer attention to those around us. That's when I notice there are different coloured entry bracelets. Most people are wearing gold-coloured ones, with just a handful of other patrons donning the silver-coloured bracelets like Stella and I are.
It dawns on me then. I raise my wrist, "It's the bracelet? That means something, right?"
Stella nods while taking a sip from her drink. "Members are given direct access. We're identified by the bracelets. Since you're my guest tonight, you do too."
"So... where is it? Is it like at the stroke of midnight this whole place changes?"
Stella throws her head back in laughter, blond hair cascading down her back. "You sure you're ready for this?"
"Yes. Absolutely, yes."
We leave our drinks as Stella navigates us past the sweaty, pulsing bodies on the dance floor. On the opposite side of the bar there's a discreet alcove with a bouncer standing guard. I didn't notice it before, mostly because his black uniform blended in with the black background. Stella flashes him our silver bracelets, and he opens the door behind him.
Inside, there's a short, dark hallway. The music from the dancefloor is muted, almost barely noticeable. At the end is another bouncer, guarding another door. Beside him is a table with glass bowls filled with more bracelets, only these aren't the gold or silver ones. Each bowl holds a different colour; green, yellow, and red. The green bowl is almost empty, whereas the red doesn't look like any were removed.
"Green and yellow, please," Stella points to herself and then to me.
"Does your guest know the rules?" he asks as he reaches into the respective bowls to retrieve our bracelets.
"I'll fill her in. I know, Sam, she's my responsibility," Stella holds out her wrist for the bouncer to affix her green bracelet. Her tone is exasperated, in a cordial way. They obviously are familiar with him.
He just nods in response, and punches in the code to open the door for us. Stella leads the way, through the door to a dark stairwell. The music is different in this area, the main bar area no longer able to be heard at all. The sounds here are different. The music is lower, mixed with different sounds I can't quite make out. There's a curve in the stairs, and once we round the turn the sounds grow louder as the room below opens up to us. We're in an open concept room. To the right is a lounge area with black leather couches formed in a U shape centered around a large screen TV on the wall. To the left is another bar, this one sleek black and much smaller than upstairs. The whole room is much smaller than I expected, not even half the size of the expansive dancefloor up above.
The sounds I couldn't decipher now make sense to me: moaning. Lots and lots of moaning. Low music is playing from somewhere, but not loud enough to drown out the moans and... slaps? The moaning is coming from the couches and the TV - people on the couches are in various stages of sex, while the TV is playing a porno.
"Charlie, you okay?" Stella is watching me take everything in. I'm sure my eyes are bugging out of my head. I wasn't quite sure what to expect when I said I wanted to come. My throat is too dry to speak, I just nod and stand there awkwardly, unsure what to do next.
"Okay, here's the gist of how this goes. Our bracelets are codes. Green means you're up for anything and good to go, so to speak. Yellow means proceed with caution, and red means watching only, no approaching. If you see someone with a black bracelet, that's a staff member. They are here to help with anything you may need, and they can participate if they or you want. I'm a green, but I'll make sure you don't stray too far. I've selected you a yellow, I want you to experience some fun, if you want," Stella gives me a wink before continuing, "there are other rooms down each of those hallways, filled with all different toys and apparatuses you may want," she points out two hallways I hadn't noticed earlier, one beside the TV wall and the other down past the opposite side of the stair landing.
"It's a lot to take in, I know. We'll go as slow or as fast as you need tonight. No pressure. Consent is a must here. Everyone respects it, so if you don't feel comfortable with something you can always say no."
"Okay...so, um, what - what do we do?" it is a bit overwhelming, I'm trying to take it all in and not act like a deer caught in headlights. My gaze keeps drifting to the couches, to one grouping in particular. The guy is standing in front of two girls, both on their knees in front of him. He's completely naked, his chest glistening with a fine layer of sweat. The girls both have their tops off, bare breasts swaying with their movements. One has a thong on, while the other is in a miniskirt. They're taking turns sucking on his cock, sometimes each taking a side and pleasuring him simultaneously. He catches me watching, and gives me an arrogant smile, before his focus is drawn back to the two women sucking his cock. I blush and look away.
"We can take a walk around, show you different areas and options? Do you want another drink?" Stella is so patient with me, making me feel more at ease than I would be otherwise.
"Yeah, a drink sounds good." I head toward the bar, eager to have something to wet my throat. I can't help it, the sounds and the sights are making me bothered - all hot and bothered. My panties are soaked and we just got here.
After getting our drinks from the very handsome, shirtless bartender, Stella gives me a tour of the sex club. That's fully what this is, a bonafide sex club. There's little tables throughout with bottles of water, lube, and a variety of male and female condoms and even dental dams. They really take the safety and wellbeing of their patrons seriously here. Stella was right when she said there are all the toys and apparatuses you could ever want here. I got my first hand look at things I've only ever read about: St Andrew's Cross, bondage bench, spanking bench, even a queening chair. Any sexual fantasy could be granted as long as you had a willing participant.
The spanking sounds I thought I heard earlier now make sense. It's a variety of actual spanking sounds, some are using floggers while other prefer paddles, along with the slapping sounds of flesh meeting flesh. I never knew how erotic that sound was before tonight. When I hear the tempo of flesh slapping flesh increase with the nearness of orgasm, I feel myself almost cresting as well.
Once we've finished our initial perusal of the club, I'm feeling more at ease. We've made our way back to one of the first rooms we explored, where a full-blown orgy is taking place on the huge bed in the center of the room. There's a tangle of bodies on the bed, some are pleasuring multiple people at once. The mirrors positioned above the bed provide spectators with multiple angles for their viewing pleasure. Stella and I are not the only ones browsing and taking in the sights, making me feel less like a leerer. Stella tells me some come to only watch, though most do participate at some point or another. I can see why, the temptation is too great.
A well-endowed, naked as the day he was born and not ashamed to show it, guy approaches Stella and whispers in her ear. I can't hear what he says over the moans of the group on the bed, but I can let my imagination run. Stella smiles at him before turning to me.
"Do you mind if I play? You can come watch?" I can see the excitement in her eyes. Whatever he offered, it's something Stella desperately wants to do.
"Yes, please," my eagerness surprises me. I do want to watch. This seems to excite Stella even more. If our friendship wasn't solid before tonight, we've definitely solidified it now. Tonight is going to bond us in a way we never have been before.
The guy leads us to an almost-empty room. It's smaller than the last one we were in, the bed in here looks to be about a standard queen size. There's a guy already laying on the red satin sheets. Both men introduce themselves to us, and I realize Stella is about to enter into a threesome with them. My mind flashes back to the one guy and two girls giving him a blowjob from earlier. I don't know what to expect they're going to do. Both guys know I'm only watching.
