Day 2 Continued
"So what shall we do now?" asked Sara, still glowing from the fuck session with the handsome older couple.
"I don't know. I kind of feel like getting a drink."
"Well, there are plenty of bars and clubs here. Let's check the directory."
On the wall in the kitchen next to the courtesy phone was a small open topped file box with a book inside, like a small phone book but glossy like a magazine. Inside was a section by section overview of all the resort's features from the beaches and shops, to the pools and golf courses, to the erotic massages and daily group sex activities. Near the middle was a list and description of all of the restaurants, bars and clubs. There were ordinary bar type bars just for drinking and mingling, but Sara was a dyed-in-the-wool clubber and some of our best threesomes had been with girls we'd picked up clubbing. There was something about strobe lights, alcohol, trance music and Sara's powers of persuasion that could make almost any twenty something club-hopper jump into bed with the two of us.
We selected a club that looked to be in line with our style and read the directions. It was a bit of a walk and would take us by the beach, which was perfect because the sun was beginning to set and the view would be magnificent.
The walk to the club was as beautiful as I'd hoped, with the horizon on fire with red-gold light as the sun set over the sea. Also on display as we walked were the sexual performances that I had come to expect, from a guy lying on his back with one woman astride his hips and another straddling his face to a gay couple making out and jerking each other off to a lesbian orgy with at least eight women, all wearing pink anklets, indicating that all they were interested in was pussy.
I heard the club before I saw it. As we climbed over a gentle rise I could hear the familiar electronic pulse of trance music, and as I came over the top there was no mistaking our destination, covered in neon with laser lights streaking off into the darkening sky. As there was no one on the island underage there was no need for a doorman and we just walked right in. The place was about half full with people but the energy was overflowing. It was actually the most normal seeming place of any I had seen since arriving. There was the DJ jamming at his station, the bartenders busily pouring drinks, the clubbers dancing and grinding on the floor. The only difference between this and any of the other clubs we went to was that everyone was already naked.
Sara and I headed for the bar and ordered a couple of tequila shots and began scoping out the room. I felt like a lion in one of those nature documentaries, looking for a gazelle to pounce on. There were a lot of hot girls of all shapes and colors. I knew Sara was checking them out as well as the men, and there were indeed some impressive specimens. I was no longer put off by the sight of so many literally swinging dicks. In fact, after that encounter with Jessie on the beach, it was actually kind of a turn on.
For the next hour or so Sara and I drank, danced, sometimes with each other and other times with our fellow clubbers, and chatted up the people around us. The evening was rather like any other night out until the music abruptly died and a siren began to blare. For a moment I thought it might be some kind of fire drill or storm warning but when everyone in the bar began cheering wildly I knew something else was going on. The DJ took to the mic.
