"Entschuldigung, aber das ist nicht mΓΆglich. The lady can come in, but without the right attire, latex, leather or kinky clothing you cannot unfortunately attend. And also no jeans," the doorman politely informed us.
It was a rather sobering wake up call to how serious they were about being in the right style and look at the KitKat club in Berlin where we found ourselves at the entrance of. We just looked at each other and then back to the doorman. I saw he would not have brooked any attempt to sweet talk him into letting me in. Of course you could get in on your own, who would say no to you as you stood there, 5'6, blonde long hair, 36DD. The perfect sensual animal for this kind of club, and the doorman knew it.
But unfortunately I let the team down. Without dressing up I had no chance to get in. It was a bit of a let-down to be turned away and leaving there and I thought that was the end of our wild idea to attend the infamous club.
Luckily this is not the end of the story, but let's back up to the beginning.
One of the highlights of the year is to take a city hop with you, and this time we came to Berlin. It was late in the year and the first Christmas markets were open. After arriving and the airport transfer we settled into our accommodation as usual by ripping each others clothes off as soon as the door closes, giving way to our pent up frustrations. After we calmed down we decided to go out to explore the Friday evening. We went out, drank a lot of glΓΌhwein and had some cheerful street food. The evening was topped by a scary fair ride which you took in your stride, and not like me worried about ending up landing in the crowd. The late night left us feeling relaxed and when we got to our accommodation that evening, we extended the pleasure till nearly one the morning by having some slow languorous sex, the fact that we had time to enjoy ourselves making it especially sensual.
The next morning after we woke each other up properly, we started planning our day. Knowing we definitely wanted to visit one or two places, we got talking about how Berlin is the club capital of the world. On a whim I turned on the TV and we did a YouTube search for clubs in Berlin. One of the videos stated a "top ten" for alternative clubs. We did not realise how alternative they were to start off. Viewing this we saw that the KitKat club was ranked number one. From the start it was billed as a sex club, and this got us interested. We were in Berlin, we were adventurous and we had a free Saturday night. To make sure it was legit we did a bit of online sleuthing. We read the website and planned accordingly, thinking that I could get in just in underwear or naked as you had some amazing lingerie you could wear.
Which brings us back to were we started. Turned away at the door I was really disappointed that we could not enter. Well, we looked for the next dance club and as we walked there, I was determined to get us access. But I had to make a plan. Fast forward a very nice evening dancing in some dive club where people still smoked indoors, and us making our way back to our flat after slumming it up.
Sunday morning. I woke up and as I was lying in bed next to you. I saw your naked body and decided that I need to act or I will regret it dearly in time to come. I looked at the club site again. It was open on a Sunday and only closes at 6pm. This gave us a whole afternoon to go dance and experience the place. From the looks of it some clubbers go the Saturday evening and stay through till the Sunday, so there will be people there.
Doing some online searching we scoured the city for a open sex shop that specialise in bdsm and kinky clothing. We found the only one that was open and luckily it was in range of where were staying. Dressing and grabbing some wonderful cinnamon buns from a coffee shop on the way we made a beeline towards it. After arriving and getting lost on several levels in a metro station, we finally found it.
It was discreetly off to one side and the doors were open which was a relief. The shop itself was a very nice, high end and tasteful. The helpful assistant listened to our plight and affirmed that the club is very picky on who they let through, and even if we dressed in the right attire we could be turned away as the scene is very closed.
This dropped my spirits a little. Just the thought of you and me there and me letting us down last night, was a spur to give it another go. We had nothing to lose and who knows when we will be here again together. You helped me choose and I decided on a very tight fitting short shorts with a big zipper on the front for access and nothing else. I felt a bit self conscious because this is the first time I actually wore something like this. I hoped it would do. You already were dressed in your outfit you had packed, the lace suggestively peeking out at your neck when your jacket moved.
After I paid and left, the two of us made a straight line for the club in a taxi we ordered. It was about 2 pm when we arrived and walked towards the the door under the covered canopy and murals on the right wall. The outside of the club was strangely quiet and it looked like it was closed, except for the faint bass pounding through the building that was almost felt more than heard.
Cue the deja vu. We approached the door and rang the buzzer. And waited. And waited some more. We were getting worried that they were actually closed and after some glances between us we heard some locks being opened and the door being answered by the doorman of the previous evening.
"Guten Tag, meine Damen und Herren" he said as he greeted us, the small flicker of recognition in his eyes as he saw you.
"Are you still open today? We would like to join you for the afternoon if possible." I asked in my most formal way.
He looked me up and down and switching to English he asked, "Dressed like this?"
"No, I have my clothes with me, we can show you inside when we change," I said as I pulled out the skin tight shorts a little to show him.
He took a look at you and you zipped your your jacket off, your lace lingerie peeking out, with the rim of your neon orange bra resting over your half exposed breast.
There was a long pause. I was getting disheartened as the longer he took to reply, the more anxious I became.
"Welcome to the club, please go to the desk on your right," he replied after what felt like and age.