The first thing I noticed when I walked inside was how cold it was compared to the sweltering 100 degree heat of a Carlsbad afternoon in August.
I could feel my nipples hardening and pressing against the thin fabric of the camisole top I was wearing, and not just from the sudden chill in the air. My hands were already shaking and my heart pounding in my chest before my eyes had even adjusted to the dimly lit interior of the club.
"Hi, can I help you?" a heavier set woman with bright pink hair and a brighter purple sarong asked from behind a coat check desk.
"Yea, huh, what's the cover charge for tonight?" I asked when I was finally able to find my tongue.
The woman looked at me with what seemed like a knowing and smug smile for a moment before shaking her head, "Oh, honey, there isn't ever a charge for single women, go right on in!"
I nodded and walked past her, pushing my way through a beaded curtain that partially concealed the hallway beyond and then came to a complete stop when I caught a glimpse of myself in a full length mirror.
I had picked out my outfit for a particular look tonight, from my black open toe stiletto high heels that had me walking on tiptoe and really showed off my long legs, the shiny black patent leather micro skirt that barely covered my belly from the swell of my mound down to just below my crotch, to the beige camisole top that I never wore because you could clearly see my nipples through the thin fabric.
I had to admit I looked absolutely sexy in a come fuck me now slutty way, but what I really saw looking at myself in the full length mirror was Jim earlier tonight in the bathroom mirror standing behind me with one of his arms reaching around my slim waist while his other hand brushed aside my long blond hair to kiss the nape of my neck.
I blinked back the sudden sting of moisture in my eyes and took a deep, steadying breath before walking past the mirror and into the lounge area of the club.
The club was busier than what I had expected with seven or eight couples either playing pool or sitting in the booths enjoying drinks with more than a handful of obviously single men and not a few women thrown in to the mix.
I couldn't help but stare and gawk at the crazy and eclectic outfits all around the room, from a very heavyset women wearing a red negligee and a dog collar being led about on a leash, an obviously cross-dressing man in what had to be a Little Miss Muffet Halloween outfit including the curved candy cane staff thing, a woman who was wearing a neon blue fishnet bodysuit without a stitch of underwear on so that her nipples poked through the fabric and her shaved mound was on full display, to even a midget who looked remarkably like Peter Dinkler dressed in a leather dom outfit with a leather riding crop.
I couldn't help but blush when the midget, or I guess little person would be more PC, walked by me and looked up with a good natured leer as he enjoyed the view of me wearing my micro skirt and no panties.
The bar was on the far side of the lounge so that I had to walk and weave my way through the crowd before I could order a stiff drink and in just that short of a walk I managed to see a guy getting a blowjob in one of the booths and two girls kissing and very obviously fingering each other in another.
"What'll you have?" a young woman with Egyptian eye shadow makeup and wearing a strap leather outfit that only covered her nipples and mound asked from behind the bar when I finally reached it.
"Long Island?" I asked, my heart still racing.
"You got it," the woman said, turning back to the bar to start mixing my drink.
"Hi, I don't think I've seen you here before," a man said standing next to me.
I turned and looked, taking my time to obviously check him out as I let my eyes slowly craw up his body. He looked a bit on the young side with a baby face, dark black hair, and a Fu Manchu mustache that was frankly a bit on the silly side, but his black Under Armor shirt also made it obvious how much he worked out with his pecks and abs outlined against the thin, tight fabric.
My heart skipped a beat and I could feel myself getting wet as I wondered what it would feel like to have this hot, young boy slip his dick inside of me.
"It's my first time," I said with a smile, "And I think I'm just going to look around for a bit."
"Oh, yea, ok," he said, obviously a bit disappointed, "So if you want a, ah, 'personal' tour of everything just let me know."
"Here's your Long Island," the bartender said with a mischievous smile as she glanced from me to the young man beside me, "I heard you say it's your first time here?"
"Yea," I replied, paying the bartender in cash to avoid any incriminating credit card statements.
"I'm Amy so if anyone gives you any hassle," the bartender paused and glanced at the young man beside me at this point, "Just let me or one of the club hosts or hostesses know.
"The Velvet Door is a bit of a maze the first time you ever come here so here's the quick and dirty tour," Amy continued with barely a pause, "There's a sitting room just past the pool tables that has a big screen TV and a few sofas and sectionals to relax on or even play if you're in the mood, you can take the stairs in there down to the dance floor and the women's only lounge. There's lockers, hot tubs, a shower room, and more private and intimate couples lounges up on the third floor. Anything goes as long as it's consensual, but as one of the staff who have to clean up at the end of the night it's appreciated if you keep the furniture clean after yourselves."
Amy looked me up and down, her eyes pausing on my C cup breasts and nipples clearly visible through my top.
"Also if you have any special requests that you'd like help getting fulfilled you can ask me or one of the other staff to help you out," Amy said as she bit her lower lip, her eyes never straying from my nipples that were now so hard they were aching painfully, "And I do mean anything you might have always wanted to try too."
The very vivid fantasy of making love to Amy crashed through my mind and sent my heart beating even faster and I had a sudden impulse to suggest that Amy take me to one of those private couple's lounges. The intensity and vividness of the urge amazed me and I could actually feel a drop of moisture slipping down my inner thigh from my soaking wet and aching pussy, but I also had one very important thing in mind for tonight and it didn't involve exploring any sudden lesbian fantasies I never even knew i had.
"I'll keep that in mind," I replied a bit awkwardly and took a huge swallow of my Long Island Iced Tea to try to calm my nerves.
"Ok, have fun tonight and try to let yourself go!" Amy said with a beautiful smile and then turned to help the young man who had just made the pass at me as I turned back to the lounge.
After talking to Amy my hands and now even my legs were shaking in excitement and I had to slow down a bit and take another slower look around. I had a vague idea of what I was looking for and as I scanned the crowd one man suddenly caught my eye.
He looked older and closer to my own early 30's than the guy who had just been hitting on me, with muscular arms, a wide chest and looked like he was almost six and a half feet tall from across the room. But most important of all was that he had blond hair just like me.
