We return to the Oak Room, an exclusive room in a club in New York City where everyday people with exhibitionist streaks and the willingness to pay a hefty fee can fulfill their fantasies.
Ten, two-person booths sit across from a squat stage. Twenty people enter, in couples. Each couple picks a number from a top hat on the way in. Then the doors are closed and locked. For the next two and one half hours, each couple has fifteen minutes to live out their dreams.
In part 1, the first couple was picked. Only one of the couple decided to go on stage, but her "performance" attracted several others and soon an unforgettable experience transpired.
The next number is about to be selected.
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"Love the atmosphere here," Rob said.
"Me too, babe," Meg responded.
"And the show -- wow!" Rob said with a huge smile.
"Absolutely" Meg agreed.
Meg had immediately liked the Oak Room. It was nicely appointed, with dark oak walls and velvet-cushioned booths. The dress code and stiff entry fee she also liked, since it kept the riff raff away. And sitting with her boyfriend Rob made her feel safe and because of that, she also felt daring.
She had really enjoyed watching the pretty blonde woman, and her fellow participants. It was hot seeing her getting undressed in front of the people in the room. And it was really hot seeing her get eaten and fucked.
As she and Rob sat waiting for the next number to be selected, she thought about why she had decided to come here. Back in high school, the boys had largely ignored her. Then over a couple decades her body steadily changed into the voluptuous woman she was today. She supposed she wanted public confirmation of her new sexual power.
Meg had seen how Rob's eyes had locked on the woman on the stage as her clothes fell away. She had seen the bulge in his pants. Now she wanted him and everyone else in the room to want her like that.
Rob was a bit concerned. Since they had met three years ago he had worried that other, better endowed men, or beautiful women, would take her away. He had learned that her big tits, long legs and small ass had come together late in her life and, frankly, he knew he benefited from her lack of full awareness of what she had.
But, he also knew she badly wanted to showcase herself. She had long surpassed those prissy bitches in high school, but knowing it and FEELING it, were two different things. He loved her so much, he had decided that she deserved to FEEL how attractive she was.
The host called out the number. It was theirs. Meg gulped. Rob looked at her. She took a breath and nodded. "I want to do it," she said, as her heart raced in her chest. "Just like we talked about."
Rob said, "Ok, hon. Then, let's go." They held hands and nervously walked up to the stage. They handed the host their card.
"The next fifteen minutes are yours." He stepped away.