Invitation Only
What the fuck am I doing here, Josh thought as he stood facing the pub that was across the road.
"Get a fucking hold of yourself," he said under his breath a little too loudly before looking around to make sure no one heard him.
It was called the White Lion, just like a couple of thousand other establishments across the country. The building was from the seventies and plain looking, devoid of anything particularly interesting or offensive. Either side were rows of other uninteresting buildings that were all shut up now it was well into Friday evening.
His heart was racing as he took a deep breath and crossed over heading for the door. Another deep breath and he pushed it open, the sounds of music and people washing over him suddenly.
Inside was much like outside, just a bog-standard old-fashioned pub but without any of the charm of a properly old building. It smelled as you'd imagine, years worth of accumulated beer and sweat. It was busy with people milling about drinking and little groups dancing in between. They were seemingly unaware of anything going on around them as they swayed in time to the music.
He wove his way through the throng carefully. People were squeezing by, one woman seemed to intentionally brush her tits across his chest as passed him, and he felt his heart rate jump again. As he finally reached the bar and saw the large, tall gentleman behind it, he wondered if this was all a big mistake.
"What can I get you?" The bar tender asked roughly, looking Josh up and down with disdain.
"I er, came for the special order," Josh replied as he leaned over the bar conspiratorially.
"Oh, the special, huh. You'll be having the invitation then?"
"I am, I mean I do," Josh said as he pulled an envelope out of his jacket and handed it over.
The bartender snorted and shook his head as he walked off round the back.
The invitation had arrived on his dating account a couple of weeks ago. They said they represented a group of very friendly people who met once a month for an exclusive invite only party. He thought it was bullshit at first until they gave him the link to a members only website with photos, videos, and information. It was eye-opening and if it was a scam, they put great effort in to it. He still thought it was going to be some kind of practical joke, but he was too curious to not check after what he saw.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, I'm going to get mugged aren't I," he said under his breath.
A hand gripped his shoulder and made him nearly jump out of his skin. Turning around quickly, he was face to face with the bar tender, who was highly amused by how uncomfortable Josh was.
"This way," he said with a chuckle as he started moving towards a side door.
The bartender effortlessly moved through the crowd, it seemed to part before him, but Josh wasn't as lucky. He squeezed and bumped his way until he finally got through the door, and was relieved when the noise level dropped significantly as it slammed closed behind them.
"You sure you're up for this, lad?" He asked Josh with a smirk as they headed towards the basement stairs. "They get pretty rowdy."
"Of course I am."
He laughed and pointed down the stairs, "have fun then!"
"Thanks," Josh replied as he hurried down the stairs a way from the intimidating man.
There was a secure looking door at the bottom. He stared at it as he thought what a great place to murder someone in private this would be. He shrugged and knocked, figuring he had come too far to turn back now. A few moments later, there was a click, and it swung open.
"Darling, welcome, you're just in time!" A woman said enthusiastically as she opened the door.
She was tall, buxom and in her late forties with long mousy brown hair. Josh couldn't help but look her up and down, taking in her outfit of expensive looking black lace stockings, panties, and a bra.
"Oh, hi, Thank you."
"Come in, come in!" She kissed him on the cheek as he stepped through the door, closing and locking it behind them, "we don't use our real names here as we told you in the invitation, you can call me Cat."
"Nice to meet you Cat, you can call me... er... Bill," he blushed, realising how ridiculous his fake name was.
"Let's introduce you to everyone... Bill. We were just having a drink before getting started."
"Yes, sorry I'm late, I had to find somewhere to park."
"You're here now, that's all that matters," she said with a devilish smile. "Come, come!"
Josh followed her through a short section of brick lined tunnel until they got to a much fancier looking door, which Cat opened and guided him through, her hand lingering over his bum a little longer than was strictly necessary.
"Everyone, this is Bill!"
A chorus of hello's, hi's and nice to meet you went up around the room.
It was a surprisingly large, luxurious looking space. Two big sofas, a large double bed, a small bar and racks of toys and restraints surrounded him as he took everything in. Four other people sat comfortably looking at him, all in various states of undress and lingerie. He noticed how attractive they all were as he stood awkwardly next to Cat.
The only other guy stood up and shook Josh's hand firmly.
"I was a bit worried I'd be the only one for a while there!" He said enthusiastically, "I'm Galahad."
"Yeah you'd have been in trouble if he hadn't turned up brave sir knight!" Said a topless woman with a laugh. She shuffled over a bit on the couch and patted the seat "Bill, come sit down, make yourself comfortable."
"Ah, thanks," he replied nervously before taking a seat next to her.
"You can call me Carol," she said as she put her hand on his thigh and squeezed it gently.
"Can I get you a drink Bill?" Galahad asked.
"Oh, yes please, whiskey would be good if you've got it."
"Of course, coming up."
Josh watched him turn and head to the bar. He was only wearing a thong and displayed his cheeks proudly as he poured the glass.
"Bill, I think we must insist that you make yourself more comfortable. You're horribly over dressed!" A well-spoken woman said as she smiled at him. "I'm Vixen, by the way"
He felt himself blush as he noticed them all watching, waiting to see him take his clothes off.
