I'd been feeling antsy all week. It'd been over a month since the last woman I was serious about moved out of state. We'd gotten pretty serious, but she wasn't interested in long term. I'd been high and dry ever since she'd left without any real notice. Now, I was considering my options. A business trip out of town opened up options for things I wouldn't normally consider.
Using the hotel's Wi-Fi, I hopped on the internet via my phone and checked the local scene. Maybe I could find something I'd never tried before. There were plenty of places listed for singles and one or two that the reviews called 'meat markets.' They didn't really appeal, but I wasn't sure why. I picked one at random, and went anyway. It was a 20-minute drive for a bright, noisy, headache inducing venue that almost immediately makes me want to leave. While there were several very attractive and unattached women there, all but one of them was sloppy drunk, and I knew that wouldn't end well.
The last had set her sights on a large and foul-tempered man who was drinking with both hands. Not interested. I hung around for a bit, just people watching, but left shortly after. Nothing there for me.
I went back out to my rental car and sat in the drivers' seat, using their wi-fi to look for alternatives. After a few minutes of putting in different search terms, I found something potentially interesting, though, there wasn't much information about the place. It was simply labeled as a men's club. Eh, why not?
It was a short drive and I found myself at a modest building with a few cars in the lot. It didn't look like much of a club, but appearances could be deceiving. I went in and found a bored looking man at a desk. He said they were fairly busy that night and I should have fun. He collected an entrance fee, a bit steep, and told me the rules were posted just on the other side of the door, nodding at the one leading inside.
Not sure what to expect, I went inside with the room key he'd given me. Was that in case I got lucky there? I decided to be optimistic.
The lighting was dim, and small rooms lined the hall on both sides. I looked around and spotted the rules. Well. That was unexpected. Men's club, indeed.
I almost turned around and left, but decided that since I had already paid, I might as well look around. I went to the room I'd paid for and opened the door. There was a bed and a small table, presumably for stacking your clothes. I'd grabbed a towel from the shelf near the sign and decided to get changed.
Wandering the place in just a towel, I quickly found that it was surprisingly open; even for what it was. I passed a couple of rooms with open doors where couples were having sex. Surprisingly, I felt myself harden. I moved on rather than stare rudely.
