I'll admit I'd already spent enough time in the one of the crowded lounges of the old New Orleans house to get a little 'floaty'. There was enough weed being smoked by the party guests that I was doing fine with just the second hand smoke. And I could never handle much the few times I'd tried it. My roommate called me a "cheap date" after my first time.
Speaking of dates, my date, Ruby, was late so began to wander. It was our first date so I had to fend off my anxieties. I'd never been in Madame McAllister House before but it did not disappoint. There was beautiful and challenging art on the walls that I flitted to one after the other. The decor was elegant with a distinctly feminine touch that I found low grade arousing to just be walking around in.
At one time Madame McAllister was the most infamous brothel owner in the deeply sinful city. She counted among her clientele politicians, leaders of industry, local clergy, the law and more. None were ever confirmed or caught but stories abounded of elaborate orgies and custom encounters for 'refined' (kinky) tastes during her 20 years in business. Of particular note was the fact that women were rumored to be paying for the pleasures of the Madame.
Madame had held large parties at the sprawling mansion with very good guards to keep out the enterprising reporter or investigator. I wasn't sure how Ruby had gotten us tickets to attend tonight's retro event but I was glad I took her up on it.
Still I was very disappointed that she wasn't there yet. I'd known her for about two years by way of contacts between our companies and I'd finally gotten the balls to ask her out. At first she'd seemed amused but she accepted and promptly told me where our first date would be held. It wasn't a typical start but there was something about her taking charge that... well, I wasn't sorry I'd asked her.
A smile found my lips as I thought of her. Ruby was a stunner with deep brown skin who stood a couple inches taller than me in her ever-present stiletto heels. She was always impeccably dressed in respectable but sensual dresses, skirts, and tops. I'd even had the luck to spot the tops of her thigh high stockings on occasion though I now suspected I'd been shown on purpose.
I'd always been a sucker for women in fancy lingerie. In fact, it got me more turned on than nude women although I'd had to be careful with previous girlfriends. One even accused me of wanting to "fuck her panties more than her". That relationship didn't last much longer after that.
After wandering around the main floor without sight of Ruby, I decided to check out the second floor. The artwork led up the broad open stairs and into the halls above. Once I was on the second floor the art became more pointedly erotic though I wasn't sure if it was in homage to Madame McAllister or if the current owner just had similar tastes.
I was drawn to several photographs of women partially dressed in lace and satin lingerie, each in the throes of passion with lovers barely glimpsed. Only after some study could I tell that their lovers were women as well, I think.
"Mr. Rogers?" asked one of the house staff, handing me a small pink card. He left without another word. Opening the card I just saw a room number and Ruby's name underneath it.
I quickly oriented myself to the rooms and hunted until I found room 16. I gave the door a quick knock and opened it. I was not prepared for what I saw.
My date was down to her lingerie in a very intimate embrace with another woman. The other woman was wearing only lingerie as well, black satin which showed well against her pale European skin. I was stunned enough to not move for several seconds and Ruby turned her head to look at me with a smile.
"Jamie, I'm glad you found us. Come in," she said in a sultry tone as her hands continued to enjoy the curves of her friend. "Close the door."
Perhaps I was still just stunned but I obeyed her, closing the room door and looking back at them. It was then that I began to take in the rest of the room. There was a large bed with an ornate headboard, a few plush stuffed chairs, a sideboard with various bottles of liquor, and more of the house's special art. There was also a door to a bathroom.
"Jamie, I think you're a little over-dressed, don't you?" she asked with a bit of a laugh. I'd told her my childhood nickname had been Jamie even though I'd been known as Jim since middle school. I liked how she used it.
Again, I found myself going along without protest. You might say any red-blooded guy faced with two inviting women in lingerie would do the same but I really only cared about Ruby. If this is what she wanted us to do, I was willing. I carefully draped my jacket, shirt, and the rest over a pink velvet covered chair.
Glancing around, I realized that the decor was themed with various tones of red and pink with enough ruffles and ornamentation to please a pre-teen girl with a princess complex. I quite liked it and after pulling down my boxers the women could see my throbbing arousal. At over seven inches, I felt comfortable showing myself to women. Nothing to join the porn industry over but I'd never gotten a hint of pity or disappointment from my girlfriends either.
Ruby seemed pleased and that made me grin with happiness. Then she pouted.
"Jamie, I think you're too naked. Isn't a little sexy underwear just perfect?"
"I agree completely," I croaked, then coughed to cover my nervousness. I went to reach for my boxers.
"No, not those," said Ruby as the other woman nuzzled her neck and fondled her bottom. "Don't you like what Sarah and I are wearing?"
"Very much, you're so beautiful!"
