After many discussions, tonight was the night: Gigi and I were ready to head out the door to a local lifestyle club. While I had a few butterflies, Gigi was understandably more nervous. I was the veteran (having done this once before) but this would be her first experience. I watched her put the finishing touches on her outfit - a not-quite-scandalous black dress that would leave observers eyeing her thighs. That is, if they could stop staring at her gravity-defying 40DD's and the accompanying cleavage. The top portion of the dress being mostly lace caught the eye. The black, thigh-high, leather boots, that boosted five-foot-ten to well over six-feet, meant people could begin taking-in my red-headed amazon goddess from a great distance.
It was fun pretending not to notice the admiring stares that began in the elevator and followed us through the lobby to the car. During the few minutes it took to drive to the club our hands were roaming, I answered any questions, and there was no small amount of nervous laughter. Though discussed at length, Gigi made sure I understood that she was excited, and curious, but that she was far too self-conscious to contemplate attempting the hot tub on this first visit as it would mean getting entirely nekkid. Stunning as she was, and no matter my reassurances that she need not do anything she was uncomfortable with, she once again stated that at least tonight, no one but me would see her nekkid. I assured her that her choices were fine. I reminded her that we could turn around in the parking lot and try another time - or leave after 5 minutes - just whatever was comfortable. This was meant to be exciting but low pressure.
I pulled into the lot andI turned-off the car. We took a moment to catch our breath. With a smooch for courage we got out, grabbed our duffel bag from the trunk, and then I followed Gigi's clicking-heels across the lot to the unassuming entry door. The club was run by a couple and we met her at the check-in desk. She was very welcoming and down-to-earth. In a few minutes we had our newly minted membership card ready and had signed the waiver confirming we were adults and understood what we were getting into. Then it was up the stairs into the club itself.
The room was divided roughly in half. One side had cocktail tables and a couple of sofas. The other had a few more tables and some comfy lounge chairs and sofas.. The purple-felt on the pool table shimmered a little from a blacklight. In the middle of the room was the dance floor - and off the dance floor was the door to the stairs down to the play area.
In hopes of getting our bearings and soothing the nerves we found a table and had a drink. Perhaps 6 or 7 other couples were already here though it was still early. Some were chatting, some were dancing - it really was just a night-club where the ladies' outfits were a bit on the skimpy side. The only other oddity was the brass pole on one corner of the dance floor - which garnered some giggles when I caught Gigi giving it an interested look.