As the door of the building shut behind them with a loud thud, it was clear by the dim lights and lack of any sound that the club was empty.
"Hello." She shouted into the vastness of the empty space.
Her husband at her side, waited a moment for no response before replying to her himself. "Well they are obviously closed huh."
They looked around and noticed chairs inverted on all the tables, a clear sign that the operation was closed for regular business and ready for the floors to be mopped. It looked as though the last of the patrons wasn't too long gone before them, the place was still a mess from an obviously busy weekend night. Drink glasses still lined portions of the bar, cocktail napkins and cigarette butts littered the floor, and portions of the floor were sticky from spilled beverages. No single person, employee or otherwise could be seen or heard however.
The couple moved further into the room and noticed a smaller cocktail table separate from the other mass of tables and chairs, yet directly in the walking path where anyone would notice right away. On it laid a single manila envelope, with the married couples last name spelled out with a black sharpie in bold letters.
Slightly curious as to why no greeting, and an envelope instead, she motioned for her husband to take notice of the single item on the table. She was overly inquisitive as to the possibilities of its contents. "Open it!" Her voice cracked with a tone of excitement.
He reached out to inspect the envelope, saw only the writing on the outside, and unsealed the top of the package. He then withdrew a single sheet of paper with a short typed message on it.
Reading aloud for his wife, he began reciting its words directly. "Thank you for your inquiry and interest in our parties. We are very excited to entertain you this late evening, after your e-mail and pictures we are extremely excited to meet the two of you, especially the Mrs. She is lovely. Please join us in the back room around the bar."
As he turned to look at her face for a reaction, she was the first to speak. "Interesting, they must be preparing some fun in the back." She looked at the far corner of the room at the end of the bar and noticed what seemed to be the only door at the back of the bar area.
Her husband took her hand and made their way over towards the corner. Nervousness and butterflies overtook both of them as they imagined what waited for them on the other side of the door, but they smiled at each other as if they were both totally at ease and excited just the same.
The door opened and they stepped into a short hall way that led into a large store room. The ceiling was taller than the club, and large metal shelving extended high up to the top containing all sorts of items a club, or bar might need. A large open area right in the middle of the concrete floor was devoid of any shelving, it only contained a few folding chairs, a strange looking table, and what appeared to be a photo booth of sorts.
It was obvious right away though there was still no one around however, it seemed even quieter than the main room in the club except the sound of her heels clicking against the hard concrete floor as they made their way inside.
This time it was him that was looking for a response as he yelled out. "Anybody here?"
His wife continued to the center of the warehouse as he looked about for any sign of life in the building. As she drew closer, she noticed the table sitting next to the strange booth, looked almost like a medical table of sorts. Padded on the top, it looked to be adjustable in height, and contained what looked as if they were stirrups on the end. It reminded her of something at her gynecologists office, other than it seemed attached at the head of the table to the booth next to it. On the black vinyl padding, another large envelope stood out.
As she removed the page inside, she assumed it contained more instructions on how to proceed without a host around. The top of the new letter read "For Hubby" in large bold lettering. She called out to him before she read on. "Sweetie, come here, this letter is for you it seems."
After giving up on inspecting their surroundings for another person, he made his way to her and immediately noticed that the table was far more than it looked when they first walked in. Shocked at the thought of possibilities for its purpose he responded. "Whoa, what do they have planned here?"
The sight made him forget about being impatient and apprehensive as to the lack of finding a human being. Though he was visibly perplexed while focusing on the padded bench in front of him, She waved the second letter in front of him to draw his attention. Hoping for an explanation as to what was necessary to continue, He read it out loud.
"For hubby, please strip your wife of all her clothing and place her clothes on the chairs by you." He looked at his wife for a reaction, she giggled in anticipation as to what else was in store. He continued, "When she is fully nude, instruct her to lie face up on the table before you. Her head will need to rest inside the hole at the top of the bench on the side of the box, so that her head is inside the attached booth. Then secure her neck into place with the panel above the opening that will slide down in place around her neck and lock into place." She was already starting to unbutton her blouse as he finished the instructions. "Once she is in place, you need to step inside the booth yourself and close the door behind you. Then our evening will begin"
His wife was in a hurried frenzy as she rushed to remove her top. "Pretty simple, lets do this." The tone in her voice revealed her eager anticipation to continue. Once she was free of her blouse, she began removing her bra in the same rapid fashion.
He observed his wife's enthusiasm as she moved on to undoing her skirt. Not surprising to him, as it came down that was the last of her clothing, wearing panties was not on the agenda for the evening. Her heels were the final item on her body, and she removed them one by one while resting against the end of the bench. They each dropped to the concrete floor quickly, and she hopped up on the bench and scooted back to allow her head to lie inside the restrictive hole.
He took a long gaze at his wife resting naked on the device, she was blushing with nervous expectancy as she lie ready for him to seal her neck in place. Her body looked delicious and inviting, her skin radiated a glow, and she emitted a sex appeal like he had never seen before from his own wife. Unfortunately he wouldn't be experiencing any of her pleasures himself tonight.
"You look absolutely fantastic." He said in a soothing sexy voice before sliding down The locking panel that confined her head into the booth, while the rest of her body lie waiting on the bench. It snapped and locked into place while fitting perfectly around her neck.
He took a few steps around to the side of the booth and peered into its doorway. His wife's face greeted him again, and he took note of the wooden chair cramped into the space as well. A small singular light bulb fixture gave some brightness to what would otherwise have been a small, tightly sealed, dark space. He stepped inside and had to duck in the low ceiling, while allowing the heavy door to close behind him. Expecting it to lock in place as it latched with a loud thud, his suspicions were confirmed when it wouldn't give way to reopening behind him.
His wife recognized his attempt to verify the door was in fact sealed, and a slightly nervous look on his face. "Well, why don't you sit down and relax."
He took a seat in the chair with her head resting directly in front of him, almost in his lap. When he let out a sigh and took in his surroundings, he observed some writing on the wall in front of him, just above the opening for his wife's neck. He again read it out loud for both of their benefit.
"This booth is a symbol of tonight's events, how your woman's mind and head belong to you, but how her body is OURS to use!"
Seeing it being very to the point of what they were doing here in the first place, he was excited to see, or in his case HEAR, everything begin. Shortly after finishing getting comfortable, he detected the sound of footsteps against the concrete in the room outside. His wife obviously heard them too as she began blushing at the thought of people seeing her naked body in the predicament that it was.
Mere seconds later the deep thud of bass from a stereo system began somewhere outside. From the confined space, it sounded like rap music due to is excessively low and repetitive rattle and hum. Knowing from previous discussion with this group of gentleman, they were all black, so the preference of rap music came at no surprise.
"Doesn't sound like we are alone in here anymore." She said it to her husband while feeling a bit jittery all of a sudden.
When the footsteps had reached just outside of the booth, muffled tones of hoots and hollers between the group of men were heard by both husband and wife. Hubby felt pleased that they obviously approved and were quite excited by his wife's naked body lying outside waiting for them. He silently was overjoyed at the fact that the events he planed for his wife had come into place and was happening before him, he just didn't imagine it would be witnessed inside this particular booth, observing only his wife's face.
"Ohhhh..." She gasped quickly and her eyes shot wide open. "Someone just grabbed both of my wrists, it scared me for a second."
"You OK honey?" His face changed to a look of concern.
"Yeah, they just pulled my arms to my side, and it feels like they are handcuffing me to the side of the bench." With no way to fight off a man or even signal to them what felt good and what didn't to her, she felt slightly panicked. "Now there touching my arms!"
"Are they being rough?" He wondered if he himself should panic, start pounding on the sides of the booth for them to stop. He wondered, If he did, would they even stop.
A deep sigh came from his wife as she quickly looked more relaxed. "No, not rough at all. Feels like a few people are just massaging my arms, and now my shoulders. Feels really nice actually."
The image of black men's hands all over his wife's creamy white body gave way to the beginning of an erection for him. He liked the look on her face of her enjoying herself and even relaxing deeply at their touch.
"I'm getting a whole body massage here, this is nice." A smile beamed from her face. "They are just gently rubbing my legs too. They just put my ankles up into the stirrups too."
