Damn! That's the problem with driving a hybrid car. You get such good mileage you stop paying attention to the gas gauge.
Now here we were, my wife Angel and I, out of gas and miles from nowhere on a desolate country road, somewhere outside of Ojai.
There were no signs of civilization anywhere and it was getting dark. To make things worse, it was beginning to rain.
We tried to use our cell phone but we got a "no service" message on the screen.
"There is some kind of light about a half a mile down the road, maybe they have a phone we can use. Stay here and I'll hike down there." I explained to my wife.
"No way," she replied "I'm going with you. I'm not going to sit here and wait for you; it's too dark and spooky!"
We both started hiking down the road toward the light, gas-can in hand. Then the rain started to come down in sheets and we were both completely soaked by the time we reached the cabin.
There was a sign on the front of the small ranch-style cabin that read "The Orchid Club." Another smaller sign below it said, "Members Only."
We knocked at the front door and were greeted by a beautiful young girl of about 19. She looked at me disapprovingly and then at Angel. Her attitude changed when she saw my wife and invited us in.
I quickly explained the situation but she never took her eyes off Angel.
She then replied, "First we need to get you out of those wet cloths and taking Angel by the hand, led us through a dark crowded room to a rear room.
She gave us both robes and requested we remove our soaked clothing so she could put them in the drier.
I felt a little self conscience stripping down in front of this beautiful young girl but she never glanced my way. She was too busy looking at my gorgeous wife.
We toweled dry and put on the robes. My robe was black velvet that reached to my knees. Angel's was a silk Kimono-like robe that seemed rather transparent and barely covered her sweet bubble butt.
She then took Angel's hand again and led us back into the main room to a table next to a fireplace. She left us sitting there while she went to fetch us something to drink to warm us up.
As our eyes became accustom to the light we began to take notice of our surroundings. It was amazing!
The room resembled the inside of an Indian Temple. Beautiful tapestries', water fountains, exotic paintings, and large Persian print cushions.
The smell of scented oils filled the room and new age, jazz music played softly through a dozen speakers on the walls. It was like stepping into another world.
I then noticed the other people in the room. They were all women, young women, old women, some in exotic attire, and others almost or completely nude.
Angle and I realized then we had stubbed onto some kind of lesbian club or retreat.
Angel has never had a lesbian experience although we have often discussed it and she is a big admirer of the female form.
I was sure if the right opportunity presented itself, she would probably go with it.