My name is John Parker and I'll tell the rest of this story myself.
The next weekend found me sitting in my silver corvette in the attached garage of my small rented house. There really wasn't a decision to be made. I had already told Robin I'd be there so, taking a deep breath, I hit the garage door opener and started the car.
Robin had called me every day that past week. For the first couple days we discussed how much fun we had the prior weekend, but then, on Wednesday, she brought up The Sophisticates' Club. I had avoided that subject for as long as I could.
"So, we are going to the club this weekend. You are coming as our guest, right?" Robin had asked.
What could I say? 'No'? What excuse would I give? No, I had to accept. I was nervous about it but at the same time I was a little excited. I knew it could be fun, but I also worried a lot.
"John?" she asked again.
"I'm here. Um... yea... of course I'm going," I said. I was still unsure of what exactly I was getting myself into. 'No' was not really an option, though.
My imagination ran wild. I had all sorts of ideas about what the club might be like. Some turned me on and some made me nauseous with apprehension. Since moving to Denver I had been learning to take things as they came at me and try to stop worrying so much. Some days were better than others. This club thing was going to be quite a challenge.
"You are going to have a blast," she said. "Most of the women there are really hot. And they're going to love you."
"Why do you say that?" I asked. I regretted saying it as soon as it came out of my mouth. I didn't want to fish for compliments or have my ego stroked. I didn't want Robin to think I was that kind of guy, because I didn't think I was.
"John, you are the best fuck I have ever had," Robin said, building my self-esteem. "You are a kind and considerate lover with a big dick. What's not to love?"
I didn't know what to say. She used the word 'love' but not in any way that expressed any deep feelings for me whatsoever. In fact, she had used the word to explain how other women would feel about me; women other than Robin.
"Okay?" Robin prompted.
'Okay' that my ego had been stroked enough? "Alright," I said. "I'll pick you up Saturday night at seven."
"Perfect. See you then. Bye baby," she said before hanging up.
She kept calling my 'baby' but I was starting to realize that it was very possible that this was not really meant to express any feelings at all. It seemed that she used it like a phrase. Hell, maybe she didn't even know she was saying it. It made me nauseous to think how real that possibility was. Perhaps her affectionate phrases and actions were just her being kind and had no deeper meaning.
When I pulled up in front of their apartment complex, I took a deep breath and said to myself, 'well, no turning back now'. I got out of my car and locked it. I knew I looked good. I had on my favorite black and red silk Hawaiian shirt, my best black slacks, and my seldom-worn black boots. Cowboy boots are pretty common in Denver. Robin's words 'What's not to love?' echoed in my ears as I walked up to the entrance.
Before I reached the landing, I saw Angela and Robin through the main glass door. Angela pushed it open and stepped out to greet me. She looked sexy in a short red dress that hugged her thin frame tightly. It had straps over her shoulders and a very low neckline. With her small breasts, a lot of the skin of her chest was exposed.
"Hi, John," Angela said as she leaned forward and gave me a quick kiss.
She smelled somewhat like vanilla. 'Good enough to eat,' I thought to myself. "Hot dress," I told her.
"Thanks," she replied with a smile as she passed by me and headed toward my car.
She was followed by Robin. "Hey sexy," she said to me with a big smile as she stepped through the door and let it close behind her.
To me, she was the most beautiful woman in the world. She had the cutest lightly-freckled face framed by long locks of wavy orange-red hair. Her arms, shoulders, and chest, also lightly freckled, were bare. A sexy black vest was wrapped tightly around her chest, pushing her breasts up and making them look even bigger than they already were. She wore nothing under that vest, which stopped short of her midriff, leaving that expanse of pale flesh exposed as well. Riding low on her waist was a short matching black skirt that fell only to her upper thighs. Her legs were firm and slender alabaster columns. She wore black open-toed heels revealing her toenails which were painted pink, the same as her fingernails.
When I looked up into her clear green eyes, she looked up into mine. She had been checking me out too. That reminded me of our first date. Though it was only two weeks ago it seemed like I had known her my whole life.
She stepped up to me, laced her fingers into my short hair just above the back of my neck, and pulled me down for a kiss. We kissed tenderly for a moment. Then she broke the kiss, looked into my eyes, and said, "Are you ready for this baby?"
"I hope so," I replied with a wry smile.
"Oh, don't be like that. You are going to have a wonderful time, I promise," she told me. She kissed me again, this time her tongue gently pushed my lips apart and played inside my mouth for a moment.
I could feel my cock twitch inside my loose slacks. I hadn't worn any boxers because I figured they would probably get in the way. My cock began to fill out its length down my pant leg, so I broke the kiss.
"Let's go," she said, pulling away from me and heading toward the car.
I had a feeling it was going to be an interesting night.
The girls directed me to get on I-70 and head west. They had me exit on the west side of Denver, just before the Interstate headed into the foothills. They then had me drive a few blocks into a residential neighborhood and up to a big one-story ranch-style house with trees all around. It looked like any other house in the neighborhood except it was a bit larger and it had cars parked on the side and in front of it.
I parked in front of the house and got out. The sun had settled behind the mountains but was still lighting up the clouds. It was a quarter till eight. I found myself wondering if these neighbors had any idea about what went on inside this house. Except for the abundance of cars and the faint sounds of music drifting up from the back yard, there was really no outward indication that this was anything other than a residential home.
Angela and Robin led me to the front door. They opened the screen door and stepped inside. I saw that the foyer was a small six foot square room with an opening to the left. A couple on the other side of this opening was standing at some sort of reception desk or counter. I couldn't tell. They were moderately well dressed, the man in a cowboy shirt and nice jeans and the woman in a short black dress.
The girls lined up behind the couple to wait our turn, so I waited with them. The couple was discussing something with someone on the other side of the counter and I tried but I couldn't hear what the couple was saying. I put my right hand on Robin's waist, loving the feel if her soft skin against my hand.
I saw another couple approach the screen door and come into the little foyer. They gave me a quick smile as they got in line behind us. The man was a short balding fellow in his late thirties while the woman, probably also in her late thirties, looked great. He wore a suit while she was dressed in a black skirt and a black mesh top. She wore nothing under the top. I was able to clearly make out her big breasts through the mesh. She had three towels tucked under her left arm.
Then it was our turn. We all stepped through the opening and lined up against the counter. On the other side was a short young woman with long wavy blond hair. Beside her stood a tall man with a swarthy complexion and black slicked-back hair. She wore a tee-shirt and jeans while he wore a black suit.
Robin said to the tall man, "Nick, this is John. He's our guest. I've vouch for him."
Nick looked at me for a second and said, "Good enough. Fifty dollars."
I reached for my wallet as Robin produced her credit card and put it on the counter. I said, "I got this."
"Not this time, baby," Robin replied. "You're my guest."
The young woman behind the counter processed the credit card quickly and handed it back to Robin. Then Nick said, "You girls go on it. I'll give John the tour."
The counter ran ten feet down the center of what used to be a hallway at the front of the house. The hall ran to my right, deeper into the house. We went down this hallway a short distance. The hall ended, opening up into a huge area at the back of the house.
There was an exit to the left of me and two Jacuzzis straight ahead. To the right of me was a large 40-foot square room. It had tables along the left wall, a dance floor in the center, and two other hallways, and a DJ playing music, against the front wall. Against the right wall was a self-serve bar and against the back wall were sliding glass doors with the backyard visible beyond. It had grown very dark out there.
My eyes were still trying to adjust to the darkened setting but I spotted about a dozen people sitting at, or standing around, the tables on the left side of the big room, socializing. I watched as Angela and Robin headed on in and greeted several of the people. They seemed popular.
Nick began the tour by saying, "John, as you can see this is the exit. Here's our Jacuzzis. No clothing is allowed in the Jacuzzis. No sexual activity or nudity is allowed until after eight thirty so that's why nobody is in them yet. And this is the main room. The bar is self-serve and it's free as long as you don't go crazy. We have a DJ tonight but sometimes we have live music. See the sliding glass doors at the back of the room? We sometimes have BBQs in the back yard in the summer during the day."
I was surprised at how business-like Nick was about it all. I didn't know what I had been expecting; this was his business after all. I figured at fifty dollars for each guy he had only taken in three or four hundred dollars so far; hardly enough to make a living if he only did this once a month. I wondered what his day job might be. I didn't ask.
Nick led me down the first of the two hallways leading out the front of the main room. Down this hallway there were four small booths along the left side of the wide corridor. The booths were semi circular and had a very small table in the middle, just big enough to hold a few drinks. Each booth had a small divider to give each one a little privacy, but not too much.
