The lighting in the Oak Room was low. The room was large and appointed with walls and booths of dark oak. Each of the ten booths were designed for two people and made very comfortable by plush cushions for the butt and the back. Each had a small table for drinks. Everyone had to conform to the dress code: at least dress pants and dress shirt for the men, a dress, nice blouse and skirt, or business attire for the women.
There was a squat stage set in front of the row of the booths. On stage was Anna. Now, having a woman on stage, ready to dance and remove clothes was not a new phenomenon. But, Anna was not a professional stripper. In fact, none of the people in the room were part of the stripper business.
Anna was from Indiana. She was a normal, divorced, midwestern woman, forty-five years old, with two grown children and a big, sloppy dog. This was just the second time in her life in New York City. She hoped it would be a trip she would never forget. Her friend Marie had come with her. Their boyfriends had not been invited.
A short time before, she and the other nineteen patrons had entered the Oak Room. Only couples or single women coming together were allowed. On the way in, one person from each pair had reached into a large, top hat and drawn a card. Once the group of men and women who had purchased the expensive entry ticket were seated and had ordered their drinks, the door to the room was locked and the tall, dark-haired host had begun. "I will call out a number. The couple or pair with that number then may choose to rise to the stage and perform in any way he or she wishes, either as a couple, or individually. He or she also may decline to do anything tonight. It is up to each individual. Each couple or pair will be granted up to fifteen minutes of time to be on stage and to direct your own fantasy. If you decline, and if there is time left in this two hour and a half hour session once one round of numbers is done, you would be able to choose to be on the stage at that time."
"All is permitted and all is by mutual agreement. Here you are in control of your own enjoyment." Two huge bouncers, adorned in snappy black tuxedos, showed that no one would be allowed to cause a problem.
Anna had been intrigued by the ad she had seen on the internet months before. "Come all exhibitionists, voyeurs and lovers of sensuality and be part of a night you will never forget!" For weeks it had stayed in her mind. Finally, she blurted it out to Marie, her best friend.
At first, Marie was stunned and horrified. But a mere week later they had both paid the hefty entrance fee and booked the trip.
Anna and Marie's number was called first. Marie gulped. "I can't do it!"
Anna grimaced. "Marie!!"
"Go and enjoy! Maybe I will join in a little while."
The host looked at them. "One minute to decide," he said with courtesy, but firmness. Anna's heart was racing. She was scared as hell, but also excited. She had come all this way, so eager to step out of the small box of her life.
She stood and with quivering knees, went up on the stage. She felt the heat of the row of lights that were positioned along the front edge of the platform. The warmth soothed her and the penumbra of light created a gauzy veil between her and her audience. The subtle veil allowed her to relax, just a bit, enough to slow her breathing. She caught the eyes of one of the seated men. He had to be ten years younger than Anna. She felt a thrill run up her legs, to her pussy. He was watching her closely, waiting. She felt the rush of heat that lust brings. For so long she had felt so little of that feeling, it almost hurt to feel it again.
In a timid voice she asked the host to start the music she had selected when she had signed up. A silky female voice filled the room. She saw a digital timer set on the wall behind the booths start her fifteen minutes.
So, here it was. The moment she had been fantasizing about for weeks. For some reason she thought of her ex-husband. He had been a decent man, but so uninspiring. There was a side to her he never came close to bringing to the surface. For so long she had felt so frustrated. Since the divorce, seven years ago now, she had found some satisfaction, but she knew she needed much more than her regular life could provide.
Her gaze fell upon a woman. Blonde hair. Beautiful. The woman grinned slightly, nodded. Anna's felt her cheeks blushing. Her nipples tingled. A secret door inside of her opened. She looked over at Marie for reassurance. Marie winked and grinned mischievously.
