Warnings: Interracial, Strapon/Prosthectic Sex
Natalie Johanson was a married woman of four, an Asian American with a degree in finance. Having had her first child at 24, she was no longer a stay at home mom since all three of her children were now school ages. And since she and her husband worked good jobs, they could easily afford a maid to clean the home; however, she loved to cook. It was something she enjoyed doing and especially when it was with her ten year old son. She wouldn't be surprised if he wanted to go into culinary as he got older. With her children and husband living in an affluent neighborhood in Houston, one would think she'd have very little reason to dip. Sadly, that wasn't the case for Natalie, for her husband, as sweet, tender, typical family man, upholding father as he was, not much was there regarding the sex. Natalie knew that, though, prior to marrying him. Really, she married him for status, something her family, specifically her mother, pushed onto her; it was just a coincidence he was white. She was well aware she was feeding into the Asian woman/white man stereotype, but she didn't care and paid the negative attention no never mind.
She had a friend by the name of Yumi, who was in a similar situation. The only difference was that she was a stay at home mom even though the children were in school. And though her husband made good money, not enough for their own maid, one could say. Still, it was Yumi who would talk about a club she would frequent about once or twice a year. A club by the name of Amoy's. It was a club of Jamaican vibes, but of course, numerous black people, whether ADOS, African Descendants of Slaves, or others, attended the club. It was a hole in the wall and in one of Houston's roughest areas. The owner was a Jamaican woman who received the club from her father, and so on and so forth.
Yumi had told Natalie on numerous occasions that two times a year, there was a ladies' night specifically catering to women who liked women. It was called Strap Night, and it was only advertised via word of mouth, and all those who attended and wore the strap were verified by the owner and staff themselves. That was another thing. The only people who were allowed to 'strap', as in wear the strap on, were black women.
Natalie listened intently when Yumi told her about these nights two times out of the year. Yumi had said she was nervous the first time she went because she didn't think black women were into Asian women, but she soon found out black women were like everyone else. Some did prefer or enjoy Asians while others did not.
Natalie stood up from her desk chair in her work office at home and stretched. Her phone went off, and when she looked, she saw she had a text from Yumi. It was a simple text asking if Natalie was still going with her that night. Natalie smiled at the words on her phone and confirmed.
Once the evening cooled down, Natalie began to get dressed up in front of the mirror. Her husband only believed she was spending a night out with her best gal friend, which was true, to an extent.
Honestly, Natalie didn't really know what to wear, but she put on a black dress with black high heels and a necklace around her neck. She wore her hair up with two gold ear rings on either side of her ears. The perfume she wore was one of lavender and sakura flowers, a franquence that reminded her of peace.
On the side, the black dress had a slit and the dress hugged her shoulders, and as she posed for the mirror, she thought it was most fitting.
"You smell radiant," her husband said, kissing her on the neck and hugging her from behind. She smiled and proceeded to put on a bracelet. "So where are you and Yumi going?"
She turned to face him and kiss him on the lips, a small peck. "We're going to the theatre district to see Menopause the Musical."
He laughed at such a name, and since he wasn't much into theatre like his wife, he left it at that.
"Alright, be careful out there." He had reason to worry. With raising prices such as eggs being six to even ten dollars, people were looking for ways to feed their children. It made Natalie rethink whether or not she should even go out to such a dangerous side of town. But most people knew this was one of Houston's best spots to get down. Either way, she kissed him again, this time more sensual, even running her fingers through his hair. She smiled and left the room just in time for Yumi to send her a text that she was waiting outside in her blue Honda Civic.
As Yumi drove to the club taking I35 to the northwest, an area said to be Houston's most dangerous area, where 1 and 29 male or female, were likely to be a victim of a crime, Yumi rolled with the windows down and playing her favorite artist, Janet Jackson. Natalie knew this and was growing visibly nervous. So nervous Yumi took one of her hands off the steering wheel to gently caress Natalie's hands, which were in her lap.
"Trust me, I know," Yumi started. "I was like that too the first two times I went. That's why you have to reserve a spot, and security is fierce with bad ass gun holders at the entrance."
"You had to reserve?"
Yumi nodded her head. "Hmm, hmm. These nights are popular. They have one for straights and gay, bi men too."
Natalie was still shocked to hear this. Yumi looked like a typical scholarly woman. She wore glasses, had a bookish smile, wore casual clothes with very little if any makeup, yet was still feminine in her own way. Natalie, on the other hand, resembled that of a K-pop star. Straight hair, wide eyes due to having double eye lid surgery years back, a slim and pale figure, and unmodest makeup.
She looked herself over in the rearview mirror as they got closer to their destination. Maybe she was over dressed-
"You're gonna love it, though."
Natalie didn't respond. She simply texted her husband she was safe and heading to the theatre entrance at that moment.
They parked over in a parking lot that was dimly lighted. Natalie wrapped her arms around herself while following Yumi, uncomfortable at seeing young men riding around in circles on bikes. She kept looking over her shoulder, even bumping into Yumi, who laughed.
"Those boys are lookouts. They know me, though, because of Amoy's."
Natalie did her best, not wanting to think they were in gang territory. She wiped it from her mind just as they reached the back gate entrance to Amoy's. Yumi handed the female, stocky built black bouncer her tickets and the two were let in, not without Natalie noticing the bouncers were not only all stocky and female, but also had glocks strapped to their waist. Shivers went down Natalie's spine, followed by a twinkle of sweat because the heat had suddenly risen. They were now in the establishment.
