The uber dropped us on the street corner and I stepped out into a warm spring evening, pulling at my tight black dress which had ridden up during the car ride. It was a quieter part of town, but I could still here the regular noise of cars on the main road behind us. My heart was hammering in my chest, and I tried to take a few deep breaths to calm my racing nerves. Sensing my agitation, James pulled me into a hug and held my tightly.
‘You look so fucking hot’, he whispered in my ear, then kissed me gently on the lips. Behind him I spied the non-descript door that I knew was the entrance, nestled between two shop fronts.
‘Are we really going to do this?’ I asked.
‘Only if you’re ready. We can go home right now if you’re not comfortable. Or we can go in, have a look, and then make a quick escape if it’s too much’.
I smiled, knowing how much he wanted to do this, knowing how many earth-shattering orgasms I’d previously enjoyed whilst secretly pretending we were on show in the middle of a busy sex club.
‘We’re doing this’ I insisted, kissing him more firmly, feeling his hands wander down my back and caress my bottom. I felt a growing rush of excitement at what we were about to do and pushed forward into him, letting him feel the desire coursing through my body as I grinded onto him. A passing car honked at us and yelled something as it sped past and I flushed with embarrassment, pulling away.
‘Let’s get inside’, he said, ‘away from all these prying eyes.’
The door opened onto a long passage that led away from the street. Tentatively, I let James take my hand and lead me down the corridor. At the end was another door, the name ‘Our Secret Spot’ emblazoned in bright gold letters. We stood on the threshold, slowly working up the courage to make a move. I thought of what might lie behind that door, envisioning a mass of writhing naked bodies, and rooms heavy with the smell of sex and desire. Another deep breath, and I was ready. I pushed open the door and stepped into the club.
The first room we entered was a small lobby, and we were greeted from behind the desk by a young woman wearing an even smaller black dress than my scandalous attire.
‘Welcome to Our Secret Spot. First time?’ she asked, smiling brightly.
I nodded, feeling my heart hammering again, not quite trusting myself to speak.
‘No need to be nervous’, she said warmly, reaching out to stroke my arm. ‘Everyone is very friendly and respectful here. Downstairs is the bar and dance floor, and then if and when you’re ready, you can head upstairs to the playrooms.’
I tried to smile back while James paid the entry fee, and then she lifted the curtain at the back of the room and ushered us through. The club was larger on the inside than I expected, with a long bar along the back wall, sofas and tables scattered around the room, and a dancefloor in the centre. There was a small crowd swaying to the disco music playing over the speakers, and various couples and small groups scattered around the seats. Feeling like everyone had turned to watch us enter, we made our way quickly to the bar and ordered drinks. Gulping down the first few mouthfuls, we sank into a low couch and surveyed the room.
The crowd was much younger than I had expected, most looking somewhere in their twenties and thirties. At first glance, it appeared like any other club on a Saturday evening. But as my eyes accustomed to the dark, I noticed the differences — the extra low cut of the women’s dresses, that little bit of extra sexual energy in the griding on dancefloor, couples making out freely on the couches, and in the back corner, almost hidden in the darkness, I could just make out a women’s head bobbing up and down in her partner’s lap. I leaned towards James to point it out, but he’d already noticed. We grinned at each other like two teenagers, feeling scandalised and electrified at the same time. On the couch opposite us, an attractive woman in a bright red dress was wedged between two burly men. She was making out with one of them while her hands fondled the second guys lap, and even as I watched she pulled away from the first kiss and turned to kiss the second guy.
‘Does that turn you on?’ James whispered in my ear, following my gaze. ‘Would you like to make out with two guys at once?’
‘Would you let me?’ I teased back, letting my hand wander along his thigh. I felt him tense and quiver with arousal as I leaned in to kiss him. He returned the kiss hungrily, running his hands through my hair.
‘Yes’, he replied. ‘You can do whatever you want.’
I smiled, trying to pull off sultry, and tossed back the last of my drink.
‘Whatever I want? Well, I think I’d like to dance right now,’ I said, rising from the couch and leading him to the dance floor.
I felt more eyes on us as we moved on the dancefloor, pressing our bodies together, kissing slowly and then pulling apart. I felt a predictable bulge growing in James’ pants as I grinded into him, so pulled him into a tantalising embrace, resting my head on his shoulder as I slipped my hand towards his groin. Looking over his shoulder, I suddenly noticed we were being watched. Sitting on a couch at the edge of the dancefloor was a couple who were making no secret of the fact they were observing us. The guy was exactly my type — tall, skinny and well dressed in a shirt and jacket. She was sitting on his lap, and even in the dark of the club I could make out her shapely curves, her boobs straining against her low-cut top, and her bright scarlet lipstick. Noticing my gaze, she smiled and waved. Startled, I smiled back.
‘We have an admirer’, I whispered in James’ ear, nodding in her direction. She waved again as James turned to look.
‘Shall we say hello?’ he asked me with a cheeky smile. Before I could protest, he had led me off the dancefloor and we were seated opposite the new couple making nervous introductions. The woman was called Dominica, and she had a warm bubbly personality that matched her alluring appearance. Her partner Daniel was quieter and seemed happy to let her take the lead in the conversation. Her face lit up with delight when she found out it was our first time at the club.