The place was plainer than I had expected, a nondescript little building at the end of a row of businesses that claimed to be open, but had no one inside. A few blocks away, nightlife bustled through the city as other twenty-somethings like me made their way to bars and shows and clubs. Well, I was also making my way to a club, I supposed. Albeit a different kind.
The piece of paper in my pocket held the address, scribbled by my friend and coworker Maggie.
"I'm telling you, Talia," she had said sagely. "This place will get Jackson out of your mind."
I sighed. Jackson.
We had broken up a week prior, and while I wasn't exactly heartbroken, I was still lonely and unable to take my mind of what might have been if he was just a little more spontaneous, a little more ambitious. A little less vanilla in bed.
But then again, I thought to myself as I opened the tinted glass door into a dimly lit atrium, I wasn't entirely sure that was fair. I myself had never really done anything risky sexually--I just wanted to. So maybe that made me vanilla, too.
Time to change that.
The atrium was small, with soft orange lighting glowing overhead. Each side of the room was lined with long, low shelves holding masterfully crafted sculptures and ceramics. All of which, I noticed on closer inspection, were erotic in nature.
One in particular, a detailed carving of a large and veiny cock, would have made an excellent dildo. Then again, who said it hasn't?
Moving forward nervously, I realized there was a large curtained threshold ahead, under which purple cosmic light was pulsing in time with thumping music, and muffled voices blended together in excited chatter. Guarding this doorway was a massive bouncer, and I drew the open flaps of my light coat together, wondering if he can sense my naivety to the scene.
"ID?" he asked when I drew close, and I handed it back to him, busy studying his face. His dark skin was flawless, his black hair shaved close to the scalp. I wasn't normally a fan of short hair, but it only served to emphasize his chiseled jawline.
His muscles rippling under his blazer were clearly supposed to be the intimidation factor, but I found myself far more flustered by his raw magnetism.
"First time?" he asked, looking up from my ID.
I supposed that answered that question. "Yeah, is it that obvious?"
"You could say that," he smirked.
He held out my ID and I went to reach for it, only to find his massive hand pulling me close, the other reaching down under my skirt and palming my cunt.
"Well, you catch on quickly at least," he said as he discovered the lack of panties beneath my skirt. It had just seemed odd to wear them when I was getting ready.
I gasped as he slid a long, thick finger inside me.
"Mmm, wet already. Tsk, tsk. You have to save some of that for the real party little girl."
He pulled his finger out of me, letting his finger slide over my clit and making me shudder. I hadn't even realized how excited, how eager I was until then.
The bouncer's hand moved down to his crotch to adjust his cock, thick and hard and trapped inside his pant leg. Then he turned to part the curtains, thick and eggplant colored, and I stepped inside, entering an entirely new world.
The instant I did, a woman wearing a gorgeous lace lingerie set through which her perfect nipples were perfectly visible, held a hand out to me.
"May I take your coat? You can retrieve it before you leave at our coat check."
Her voice purred and I shrugged out of my coat and handed it to her, the entire time unable to tear my gaze from her breasts. She took notice of this immediately, and clearly sensing my newness the same way the bouncer had, asked "Do you want to touch them?"
Unable to speak, I nodded, and her hand shot down to grasp mine, leading it up to her breast. I pinched the little pink nub as if it were my own, tugging it and rolling it between my fingers, feeling heat surge between my legs as she moaned.