My wife and I were driving home one night from a barbeque at our friend's house, still a little buzzed from the cabernet, when we passed Gina's Lingerie Modeling.
"What do you think goes on in there?" Melanie asked, pointing to the brick and pink clapboard building set just off the roadway.
"You don't know about those joints?" I asked, incredulous that Melanie was so naive.
"I don't know!" she laughed. "Model lingerie?"
"They're called jack shacks," I told her. "Guys jerk off while a girls model for them."
"Really?"
"Yep," I assured her.
"How do you know?"
"I read about it on the internet, hon."
"Well, how come the sign says 'couples welcome'?" I checked my rearview mirror to confirm that's what the sign said, just barely making out the words.
"Dunno. Maybe some women like to go with their men," I chuckled. "I mean, at least they'd know their guy wasn't cheating on them!"
"Yeah, right!"
We drove a minute in silence until Melanie said, "I wonder what they look like."
"What?"
"The women. The models in there."
I shrugged my shoulders. "Wanna find out?"
"No!" Melanie shrieked.
"Yeah, you wouldn't have the guts," I said.
Melanie slapped my arm. "Hey, I've got the guts! Maybe you don't."
"Are you kidding?" I challenged. "I could turn around right now." I gripped the wheel as if to turn, leering at Melanie with scrunched up eyes.
"You wouldn't," she shot back, puckering her lips and crinkling her cute little nose.
Well, she must've been buzzed enough to test me and I was curious enough to see her reaction, because I steered into the center turn lane and made a u-turn right then and there. Melanie gripped the door handle as I accelerated out of the turn.
"You wouldn't!" she dared.
"Bet me!"
I'll admit I'd occasionally imagined going into Gina's Lingerie Modeling but never felt courageous enough to go through with it. Truth be told, I was a little afraid of what the women would look like. I also could picture the cops busting in, catching me with my pants around my ankles, dick in hand.
But the playful curiosity of my 35-year young wife, a petite blonde who often told me she found other women hot, propelled me toward Gina's Lingerie. I didn't think my fantasy of a threesome would come true, but wouldn't it be cool to simply get sexual while another woman was in the room?
Within minutes I pulled into a parking lot next to the innocuous little building, its blacked-out windows and the sign on the roof the only indication that something interesting might go on inside.
"Well, here we are," I said.
"Yep, here we are," Melanie retorted, smugly crossing her arms. I had to laugh.
"Hah! I knew you wouldn't even leave the car!"
"I'll get out if you get out, buddy."
"Okay," I said, and with that I pulled the keys from the ignition, got out of the car, shut the door, and started walking toward the front door of Gina's.
"Hey, wait, Jim!" Melanie called out, briskly catching up to me. "I can't believe we're going in there," she said under her breath, putting her hands into the pockets of her tight khaki shorts to stem the evening chill.
By this point I was pretty nervous, but my curiosity and imagination were overriding any fear I felt. I figured I ought to take the opportunity to try something new and exciting while I had the chance, even if nothing came of it.
I walked into Gina's sparsely furnished and dimly lit waiting room, causing a soft door chime to bing-bong somewhere in the building. Melanie stepped around me as I shut the door.
"Nobody home," she said, observing the unattended desk and vacant black leather sofa. I stood with my hands on my hips, trying to decide the next step, when a young woman opened a door on the other side of the lobby and greeted us warmly.
"Hi!" she said, jet-black hair framing her delicate Latin features. "Here for a modeling session?" It was difficult to tell how old the girl was, maybe early twenties, but the cleavage revealed by her red, low-necked tee shirt definitely caught my attention.
I glanced at Melanie, who looked at me as if to say, "What are you gonna do?" Her face showed both bravado and skittishness. I took a chance on the bravado.
"Uh, yeah, but we've never been here before," I told the girl.
"Don't worry," she said, closing the door and moving to the desk. "We get couples all the time. You can take a look at this book, which will tell you what services we offer and how much they are."
Melanie and I stood by the desk and read from the loose-leaf binder the girl slid toward us. Gina's Lingerie Modeling didn't offer much in diversity, obviously catering to a niche. We could choose from a half hour modeling session, a one-hour session, or a dominant mistress session for up to two hours. "Tips encouraged but not required" was printed at the bottom.
I looked at Melanie.
"A half hour for sixty bucks," I said, raising an eyebrow, calling her bluff. "My treat?"
Melanie looked at me, dubious. "Hmm." She addressed the girl at the desk. "Will you be modeling?"
"No, I'm doing reception tonight, but Tanya's available. She's kinda built like me, with long blonde hair." I was disappointed I wouldn't get to see this girl's beautiful breasts, but not too much because Melanie more often finds blondes attractive.
"Let me talk to my husband a sec," Melanie said, pulling me from the desk.
"You wanna do this?" she whispered.
