by Mia Moore
Elena met Matt’s gaze to see he was as puzzled as she was. “A membership form?” she whispered.
“I dunno, maybe it’s a way to keep the riff raff out.”
She thought for a second and nodded. “Sounds right to me.” In the background the song had changed to another one that Elena loved. “That’s fine. Let’s just do it and go in.” She nudged Matt’s arm, and bobbed in time to the tune, the music already getting to her.
He took the pen and filled in the information and slid forty dollars across the counter.
The woman, smiled and took the paperwork and money. “Have fun and play safe!”
Elena turned to look at the woman and then Matt, her eyebrows pulled together. ‘Play safe?’ What the heck did that mean? Matt’s hand on her elbow nudged her forward, towards the coat rack. She slipped her coat off and hung it on a wooden hanger.
Beside the coat rack was a sign with a smiley face on it with the words ‘Remember… ‘No Thanks Means NO and the Uterus Rules!’ She pointed it out to Matt and they had a giggle.
“I never thought of that, but y’know, it’s not a bad idea,” she said.
“Oh, like ‘If Momma ain’t happy, nobody’s happy’, huh?” he smiled as she shook his head.
“Sorta… but more like if you wanna get into me, get me all in first!” She gave his ass a pat and they headed to where the music was coming from.
They held hands walking down the hall and going through the archway to the dance floor. The place was nearly filled with people, sitting on high stools at small round tables, while to the left the brightly lit bar area was almost three deep with people waiting to be served.
A surveillance of the crowd made Elena’s eyes open wider. The couple sitting closest to the entrance were laughing, their heads almost touching. But it was the dress that really caught her eye. What little there was, glittered with the sequins catching the low amber light overhead. The woman was tanned, her shapely legs below the shimmering cloth, while above, a river of cleavage showed in the plunging neckline. Her companion, a guy in his forties was dressed in a dark shirt and black dockers; she wasn’t sure, but his shirt looked like crushed silk. My, my, how casually elegant!
She glanced over at Matt only to find him openly gaping at another group of four people. Her eyes followed his gaze and widened in surprise. Oh my God. The tall brunette woman was kissing the shorter blonde woman and openly fondling her breasts! The two guys looked on smiling.
Okay, this bar served the gay community as well as the straight. Beau wouldn’t have sent them if their own orientation wasn’t okay here. And besides, the dance mix was pretty good!
Her hand squeezed Matt’s and they looked at each other, mouths falling open. He immediately turned once more to the table of four. The women had broken off the kiss and grinned at each other before taking a seat at the table. Their dresses, which barely covered their crotches, let alone legs, clung to them like wetsuits. And like the first woman she’d noticed, the neckline of their dresses took plunging to new depths.
Matt turned to her and smiled before whispering in her ear. “Beau said we need to have an open mind. Mine’s so open, I think my brain just fell out. What do you think?”
“Umm… I think its two gay couples double dating?”
Her eyes flitted over the rest of the patrons and the way they openly eyed each other, all the while laughing and having fun. It was as unreal and fantasy-like as Disneyland but instead of the pristine innocence of Snow White or Sleeping Beauty, the gang here oozed sex appeal. Hell, they flaunted it! It was like nothing she’d ever experienced before.
She glanced at Matt out of the corner of her eye; he was as blown away as she was.
He then looked at her out of the corner of his eye, then turned and faced her. “It looks like this club’s right out there on the edge. You okay with this?”
She turned to him and shrugged her shoulders, a grin spreading on her face. “If you’re not living on the edge, you’re taking up space!” She gave a short laugh. “I don’t know. Let’s stay for a drink and see what happens.” As he was about to join the line-up at the bar, she reached for his arm stopping him. “Make mine a double.” She turned, looking for an empty table.
There was one that bordered the dance floor. She smiled, slipping between two tables where two sets of couples laughed, sharing some sort of joke. Two of the women turned and looked into her eyes, before dropping their gaze to take in her body, from head to toe.
It was a little weird. It wasn’t catty; but she was definitely being checked out. Sort of the way a girl friend would give her a once over before heading out on a date… but… at the same time it had an undertone of attraction. She looked away quickly, her mind a little scrambled from the blended message they were sending. Seeing them with their husbands or lovers or whatever, they weren’t gay. Were they? What the hell?
One of them touched her arm and she turned to face her.
The woman’s eyes were almond shaped and dark, set in flawless skin, high cheekbones and lush full lips. Her ebony hair hung in soft waves over her bare shoulders, almost down to the top of her red sheath dress. “Are you here alone? Would you like to join us?” The warm smile that followed was softly, seductive.
Before Elena had a chance to answer, one of the guys piped up, “Amy! Always looking for the Unicorn! Although...” He leaned closer and he in turn did a once over with his eyes and smiled.
Elena felt her face grow hot but not in an altogether unpleasant way. The way they looked at her was friendly and flattering. She shook her head, “Thanks but I’m here with my husband. He’s just at the bar getting some drinks.”
The woman who’d asked her to join them, sighed and her shoulders fell for a moment. “The more the merrier. If you both want to sit with us, you’re more than welcome. And if not, I’ll see you on the dance floor.”‘
With a weak smile, Elena nodded and continued on her way to the empty table. It was the last one available and she didn’t want to lose it. She set her purse on the chair opposite and took a seat on the high stool, facing the bar. Judging from the line-up, she was glad she told Matt to bring her a double
She glanced down at her silk blouse and toyed with one of the buttons. She was always able to dress fashionably because of the discounts she got at the store, but tonight, she felt out of place. Seeing what the women were wearing at Eden, her outfit was modest. Sure it was a beautiful turquoise silk blouse that was too clingy for work, but she should have worn something sexier. She gave her head a shake. She didn’t own anything as sexy as what these women were wearing! Her blouse, blazer and skirt were definitely too much for work, but here she was, downright dowdy. She undid one of the buttons. Maybe she’d take off her camisole in the bathroom later.
She looked over at the dance floor watching a couple of women dance together. Well at least that much was the same as in Black Rapids—the women leading the way, early in the evening until the men filled up with liquid courage and joined them. But the song was a slow one which was odd. It was usually only fast songs where women danced together. She tried to look nonchalant watching them sway to the music, their hands on each other’s waists. Once more she felt a little démodé noticing the short hemlines and flashy tops.
Her eyes became round when the taller one, a red head edged closer to the short brunette and kissed her lips. Her hands dropped and coiled around the smaller woman’s hips, to palm the cheeks of her ass. The shorter one didn’t seem to mind but replicated the red head’s actions, squeezing the taller one’s ass as well. They swayed and rocked to the beat, caressing each other’s ass. The taller woman bent and began to kiss the shorter one with an ardour Elena had never seen before. Well, not in real life.
The raw intensity of the women caused a flutter between Elena’s legs. She exhaled slowly, barely aware she’d been holding her breath, surprised at the tingle in her clit. Well… it was hot to watch!
Of course, she’d seen porn flicks with Matt, cuddled in bed,
a prelude to their lovemaking but this was so much hotter. The deep bass of the music pulsed in her tummy, the women dancing so close she could have reached out and touched them; she was able to smell their perfume. The women had to be gay and deeply in love, from the way they gazed at each other.
Still, it was pretty hot.
She glanced over at the bar to see Matt’s progress. Damn, she could use a drink! He was in the second line, closest to the bar and probably wouldn’t be joining her for another few minutes. She took a deep breath and looked beyond the dance floor to the tables on the other side. She noticed something she missed when she had first entered. In darker shadows beyond the tables, was a line of leather couches, set on low risers. These were pretty well filled too. She peered in, to see most of their occupants were making out, kissing and fondling hotly.
This was some wild dance club! They didn’t have anything close to this back home in Black Rapids. She sort of felt like a hick for that thought, but it was the truth.
She jumped in her seat when someone touched her shoulder. Spinning around, she saw a dark haired woman, her ruby lips parted in a wide smile set in the swarthy skin of someone Hispanic or Mediterranean. Behind her was a man with grey hair at his temples, his eyes crinkled with laughter, handsome and smooth.
“May we join you? There’s hardly any seats and we noticed you’re all alone.” The woman’s voice was soft without any accent. She moved to one of the empty stools, already slipping onto the seat. “I’m Sophia and this is my husband Chris.” In the flaming red dress, the satin catching the light and accentuating a full bust and swell of her hip she was confident and very attractive.
Elena managed a smile, although this wasn’t exactly what she had planned for the evening. This was supposed to be a romantic evening to share with Matt. It was turning out different, although not uninteresting, than what she’d thought it would be. “Hi. I’m Elena. It is pretty busy here.”
She held out her hand to Chris and he took it in his. But instead of shaking it, he raised it to his lips and kissed her fingers. “Enchanted. You are a lovely lady.”
Elena’s neck felt hot as she watched him take a seat next to his wife. That was kind of smooth— a little over the top, but pretty smooth. “Are you from Brooklyn? This is our first time in this club.” The words rushed out in her nervousness. She sighed inwardly. That sounded so hick. No, worse— ‘touristy’.
Sophia and Chris shared a look and smiled. He spoke first. “Perhaps I’ll get us some drinks, my dear. You probably want to chat with Elena.” She heard a slight European accent in his voice. French? Italian? He glanced at Elena as he got to his feet. There was something odd about his smile, kind of like some secret joke had just passed between them.
Sophia leaned forward and her hand covered Elena’s. “Your first time at this club or your first time at a club like this?”
Elena sat straighter and squared her shoulders. Sure, her opening remark had come off as kind of unsophisticated but what the hell! She and Matt had been to lots of night clubs, especially when they were younger. They weren’t as over the top as this one but still she wasn’t entirely wet behind her ears. “This club. We’ve been to lots of other clubs back home. We’re from out of town. I had meetings for a couple of days and we’re staying over for the weekend.”
“In that case, welcome to New York!” She gave her hand a pat. “I hope Eden’s as much fun for you as the other clubs were!”
Elena looked over the dance floor. Other couples were dancing together. A few female couples but mostly boy/girl pairs. Funny, none of the couples on the floor were guy/guy though.
“Well, this club seems a little more out there, to tell you the truth,” she said, turning back to Sophia.
Sophia nodded and smiled. “Yes, things always get dialled up a little more intensely when you cross the city line.” She sat back and the corners of her lips twitched in a smile. “So what are you and your husband into? What are your limits?” Her fingers rose to fluff her hair and her eyes followed a curvy blonde woman in a mini skirt walking by.
“We like to dance of course,” she turned her head to the side to think. “As far as limits, neither of us are big drinkers and we took a cab anyway.” It was kind of a stupid question; why else would they be here, paying forty dollars cover?
Sophia’s eyes lit up. “Oh...me too. My husband gets really hot when I dirty dance with another woman. I guess yours does too, huh?” She lowered her gaze to Elena’s chest. “God you have such a nice set; I’d love to play with them...”
Elena sat like a deer in the headlights, unable to speak. She was shocked to be openly propositioned by a woman...but what the heck was that jolt of pleasure that made her pussy wet and warm? This was unreal. When had she landed in Oz?
Her mouth was dry and her words came out as a soft croak. “Did you…” she dry swallowed. Where were those damn drinks! “Did you just ask to play with my boobs?”
Sophia’s face took on a hue of a let-down. “Oh no, don’t tell me you’re not bi-friendly.”
“Bi-what?”
Sophia’s expression went from disappointment to confusion. “Bi-friendly. You know—Bi-sexual, Bi-curious, Bi-friendly!” She tilted her head at Elena. “What box did you check on your profile?”
“Profile?”
“Yeah, you know… your Lifestyle profile online!” She held up her hands. “You do have one, right?”
“Lifestyle?” Her voice became a squeak.
“Hold on a second, hon.” Sophie gently leaned in. “You know what I mean, don’t you?” Watching Elena’s eyes and not seeing any comprehension there, she said. “Uh-oh…”
“Uh oh?”
Sophia’s face collapsed into a giggle. “I’m sorry! I’m not laughing at you, but this is too much!” She adjusted her posture at the table and clasped her hands together on its edge. “You really don’t know where you are, do you?”
Oh shit! Elena gritted her teeth together in a smile that was really a grimace. “In a dance club? Right? A dance club?”
Sophie sighed, closed her eyes and dropped her head. “No. This isn’t just a dance club.”
Elena’s voice squeaked again. The clothes, the looks from the other patrons. The crack about the uterus… “Uh oh… Not just a dance club?”
“It’s a Lifestyle club.”
“Lifestyle? Which Lifestyle?”
“Not the Amish lifestyle, I guarantee you that. Swing Lifestyle.”
Oh boy… “And you’re not talking about golf swing or playground swing, are you?” Seeing Sophie shake her head no, she asked, “You’re talking about playing with my boobs.” Sophie nodded. “As in sex? With me?”
Sophie smiled weakly. “And your husband too…”
Oh boy.
Chapter 7
I can see clearly now the rain is gone
I can see all obstacles in my way
Gone are the dark clouds that had me blind
It’s gonna be a bright (bright)
Bright sunshiny day
—Jimmy Cliff, I Can See Clearly Now
Finally the bartender handed the drinks to Matt. Given that the bar was so busy, he’d ordered four drinks, all doubles that he now had to cram together between his two hands, trying to thread his way through the crowd over to where Elena sat. What a place! It was filled with people who really took their clubbing seriously, dressed to the nine’s in sexy dresses, all having a good time.
He caught sight of Elena and his head jerked back for a moment. Who was the woman sitting across from her? For just a moment his eyebrows drew together and he sighed. This was supposed to be a romantic evening for just the two of them as a couple, not chatting up people they’d never see again. Still, the woman was really pretty and Elena... Oh my God! She looked like she’d seen a ghost or something.
He set the drinks on the table, glancing at the other woman and back at Elena. “It was so busy at the bar that I got us two drinks each.” He grinned but Elena’s face remained blank a
nd she never said a word.
The other woman extended her hand and smiled. “Hi, I’m Sophia. My husband’s gone to the bar just now. I’m sorry, it was so busy, and we thought well...your wife’s so pretty and well...”
He took her hand, feeling his spidey sense red line as he took in the woman’s words, plus the dazed look on Elena’s face. “I’m Matt. What does the fact that Elena is good looking have to do with anything? It is busy here, but...I’m not following you.” There was no smile on his face now.
Elena turned to face him, her eyes blank. “It’s a swinger’s club, Matt. You brought me to a swinger’s club.” She picked up the vodka tonic and drained half of it in one swallow.
“It’s a what?”
“A swingers club, Matt.”
“A swinger’s club?”
She let out a sigh. “As in a people having sex club, isn’t that right?” She looked over to the other woman who gave a small shrug and nod.
“What?” It was his turn to almost drain his drink, grasping for some kind of response.
Before he got it to his lips, Elena put her hand on top of his. “I don’t think we’re in Kansas anymore Toto,” she said, her eyes wide.
He drained the glass and looked at her wild eyed. “Kansas! What are you talking about! We’re from Black Rapids!” She had just said ‘you brought me here’. He put his glass down on the table. “Elena, it’s not my fault! Beau told me we should come here!” He was a dead man, plain and simple.
“Look you want to get outta here, honey? Honest to God, I really didn’t—” he stopped when she held her hand up like a traffic cop.
“You honestly, really didn’t know?”
“No! Are you kidding! You’d kill me!” Oh shit—he was going to die in New York City. He held her gaze, silently pleading to be believed. And for mercy if she didn’t believe him. Maybe she’d make it a quick and painless death. “You gotta believe me!”
Still holding her hand up, Elena’s head swivelled from one side of the dance area to another before returning her gaze to him. She put her hand down and slowly nodded. “I think I do; if I thought this was some kind of a set up, I would kill you.”
