Jan and I had been to this club on a few occasions but were still new to the swinging scene and clubs of this nature, so we were nervous but excited. The night had been billed as a casino night with lots of references to Ian Fleming's Bond and all the trappings associated with 007. So we dressed accordingly; I myself in full tuxedo and Jan in her high heels, full length double side split super-low cut evening dress and only sheer black hold-ups underneath. At 5'10" tall in bare feet, Jan's heels brought her to within an inch of my height and knowing her curvaceous nakedness under her revealing dress made her an irresistible creature.
We arrived late in the evening and made our entrance. This is the hardest part of the night because we knew we wouldn't know anyone and knew that all eyes would be turned on whoever comes through the door. We took a deep breath and crossed the threshold and took in the view. At the end of the long shadowy room stood the main bar area bathed in blue light and the majority of visitors were mingling there. Just in front of the bar there was a selection of gaming tables accompanied by near naked female croupiers playing alone with their chips and roulette wheels. Before them stood a shiny silver pole with one of the guests attempting to wrap her self around it to show off her flexibility while the DJ admired her novice moves. On the opposite side of the 60' room there were several large sofas and chairs placed along the wall with individual chairs facing each sofa.
As expected all eyes turned towards us. We smiled nervously and stepped in. Trying hard to look confident we scanned the room. It's those first few seconds were you identify potential playmates and, of course, the ones you don't want to play with. Those first five seconds hang in the air and feel like hours. I put my hand on Jan's waist and gently pushed and we stepped further into the room while the participants returned to their previous activities. As we walked I maintained my scanning, noticing several couples and single males had continued to watch us walk the gauntlet.
We had interest. As if I ever doubted it. Jan is stunning and no one, male or female, straight or gay, could avoid seeing and sensing her sexuality and sexy attitude. She is a diva, she exudes sex. I registered the interested parties and glanced at Jan to see if she had too.
The first port of call was a drink to calm the nerves and give our hands something to do. We ordered from one of the topless barmen, healthy looking and sporting a six-pack. We clinked glasses and moved to one of the sofas nearby. We made it – no trips, no spillages, no mistakes...and no embarrassments.
Our plan was to pinpoint people we both found attractive and then to make eye contact which would then lead to an approach. Like most men I was intent on finding a single bi-female to fulfil a lifelong fantasy and as I searched amongst the guests I saw none. To be expected, as these creatures are truly like gold dust. The only lone females were the pole dancer and the croupiers. To fulfil this fantasy you need patience and some luck.
We compared 'notes' as we sipped our drinks. He was too short or she was too dumpy. He was too scruffy or her make up was atrocious. It looked as though the night could be a non-starter. The couples we settled on seemed to be deep in conversation with others and were likely to begin their playtime soon. There was a tinge of disappointment and a small degree of panic at the thought of being approached by one or more of our 'rejects'. We're always happy to meet up with new people and have a good chat but if we want to take it further we both need to feel an attraction and some chemistry. It's quite uncomfortable when someone you don't fancy makes a move and letting them down gently is an art form in itself; and one we haven't quite mastered.
As we discussed the last few couples two '30 something' women noisily moved two armchairs together and positioned themselves immediately opposite us. I got a sensation that they were on a mission. There was some urgency there. And there was some giggling too. Things were looking up!
"Hello." the first one said "I'm Randy Rachael and this is Poppy the Perve...cheers!" as she lent over and clinked her glass to mine and then Jan's.
I looked sideways at Jan and laughed. "Randy Rachel?" Jan smiled.
"Cheers."
Jan spoke first "Hi, I'm Jan and this is Paul." There was another round of glass clinking followed by silly smiles all round.
The girl opposite me, Rachael, was the more confident of the two and she was happy to open up and lead the conversation. While she and Jan talked, I surveyed the view and the possibilities. Had we struck gold I wondered. The blonde girl, Poppy, appeared a little uncomfortable but that may have been due to her attire. For what seemed a quiet girl she had decided to wear nothing but a revealing low cut lace up corset with a built in frilly skirt, old fashioned stockings and suspenders and heels. She had forgotten to put a dress on. Not that I was complaining as her voluptuous figure was desperately trying to overflow the corset. It wouldn't take much to dislodge things I thought to myself.
I felt a nudge in my side from Jan. "And?" she said.
"Sorry, sorry... and what? Sorry miles away here."
"And what do you think about the place. This is Rachael and Poppy's first time here."
I looked back at Rachael and raised my eyebrows, signifying deep thought. Rachael was slightly taller than Poppy, a brunette and not quite as curvy as Poppy or Jan but she had ample to offer. She was attractive, they both were and I could see Jan liked them both.
"Well, we've only been here a few times and each time it's been different. The equipment is great. Jan likes most of the stuff here. Me too. I think there's a few too many single guys tonight though. You?"
Rachael responded in some detail. She had obviously inspected every nook and cranny. While she spoke I noted her simple clothes; quite understated, plain and all black. Here blouse was made of a sheer material providing a glimpse of her body underneath. She had a full breast with a good cleavage and had not worn a bra for the occasion. Her skirt was of medium length and although semi-transparent she wore an underskirt or petticoat. She was shapely with reasonably long legs but was a few inches shorter than Jan.