A big tip of the cap to Ginny for requesting this story and for her editing and read through.
It was a dark, dreary night, I was in a dumpy, desolate town in Central Maryland and I was bored. That's one of the main detractions from a job that keeps one on the road a number of days each month.
Had my meeting, worked out in the gym, read a book and it was only six o'clock. One gets accustomed to boredom, but still it's there. I had to stay overnight as another meeting was scheduled for the next day.
I chit chatted with my wife, Elizabeth, and after a bit of rumor and innuendo tried to chat up some naughty talk while working my cock, to no avail. She wasn't having anything of it, saying I could wait until I got home.
The only problem with that is that on most nights Elizabeth was too tired, not in the mood, or had a sore throat. That mean no sex, period. It happened all too often.
Sitting at the hotel bar I had some conversation with the bartender, a young college guy, and watched a game on the television hanging from the ceiling. Wasn't really interested, but clicked the box and watched. A middle-aged guy came in and sat two seats down, nodding at me, and asked for a whiskey straight. The barman delivered, and the two spoke for a bit. He'd obviously been there before.
Turns out Mark was also on the road, and one of his clients was in town that he had to visit monthly. Mark was a normal kind of guy with a keen interest in model trains. He knew more about model trains than I knew about pretty much anything, but it was conversation and remember, I was bored in a desolate town.
We bought each other a drink and chit chatted, watching the crowd, watching TV. Just two guys in a bar away from home.
I kidded him about the model trains, saying I'd rather be playing with a model. He laughed, said he'd like that as well, but that the trains had more of a brain that some of the mindless chicks we hear on TV.
Out of the blue Mark asked if I had frequented the nearby Creek Men's Club on any of my trips. When I looked quizzically at him he looked around the room, lowered his voice, and said it was the "adult" (he actually made quotation marks with his fingers) club down the road a little bit.
Shaking my head, I said no. He replied that if I was in the mood it was a good place to spend a few hours.
"They have just about everything there, a store with all kinds of adult novelties, a theater with X-rated movies, a bar with a cool lady DJ who spins tunes in lingerie, and places to mingle. There are rooms upstairs, one big one where if invited you can sit and watch the action or be the center of a show, others more private. I've gotten lucky a couple times over the years, and attended a Jenna gang bang there a year or so ago."
Huh? Jenna?
"Oh, she's a local girl who, well, accepts donations and, well, it's billed as a Jenna Gang Bang Night because she takes on all comers. It's very hot participating, watching, whatever," said Mark, shaking his head. "If I have the story right Jenna loves the action, and every couple months they let members know she will be there on a certain night. I think there's another girl who does it once in a while as well. Protected of course, as rubbers are not optional.
"But even on a night like tonight, when there's no Jenna or equivalent, it is a fun time. Lots of skin, husbands and their wives, single girls and the nice thing is they allow a certain number of single guys too. It's naughty and nice, nobody is allowed to get out of hand, and even if you don't hook up or anything you will have enough eye candy and incentive for when you get back to your room if you know what I mean."
Chuckling, I said that it sounded fun, and wondered if he was going over. Unfortunately, he had an 8 a.m. critical meeting, and needed to prepare, but he said I'd have a good time by myself. He gave me a 50% off pass with his name on it, saying if I used it I'd get in for next to nothing and he'd get a couple bucks in his account there.
We spoke a little more before he had to leave, and that left me wondering if a visit to the club was a good idea. Of course, my mind said no at first, but the more I thought about it the more I was intrigued. Checking on the internet from my phone I saw it was indeed a real place, looked to be in a decent part of town, and was pretty much what Mark said it was.
Why not?
Heading upstairs I stripped, showered, shaved and slipped on new attire. Very casual.
Drove over to the club, paid the $50 to enter, and was directed to lockers where I could leave valuables and jacket. Then out to a bar area that indeed had a lingerie clad DJ who was, well, adorable. Loved her sexy corset, garters and stockings, and a little pink bow in her hair.