0 comments/ 17953 views/ 2 favorites The Underground, A Day Club By: cowboy109 The yellow dirt mountains lined the distance of the flat barren ground. The sleeve of Sadie's dress fluttered in the air. Her cowboy hat and reflective sun glasses stood fixed in place. Her arms held onto the rollover bar of the Jeep that she was standing in. Her body bounced with the rhythm of bumps and the soft suspension. She was half Japanese and Caucasian. One could not tell the Japanese aspect, except for her special beauty that most interracial offspring has. Tyra was the one gunning the Jeep down Black Butte Basin Road. The map was pinned under her thigh to keep it from flying around. Her thighs were thick from the recent military training. Her black arms held firmly onto the steering wheel. She looked a bit weird for a black person. Her mother was Japanese. They were the odd friendship of two different Japanese half-and-halves. The maze of tire tracks and dirt roads in the desert lead them towards a lone tall man in the flat land with many ball sized dried out plants. He wore a large felt hat and trench coat. His long barreled shotgun with the orange tip was pointed straight at their Jeep. Tyra drove straight for him. The features of his face became clearer. He had a thin beard over his lip. There were plenty of furrows in his skin and Native American features on the edges. He waved a hand up into the air to signal them to stop. "Valet -- You cannot drive any further." Tyra got out of the car and left the keys in the ignition. Sadie climbed on her seat and on top of the roll bars. She had one foot on the roll bar over the windshield. The other foot was on the roll bar over passenger's door. Her dress was of a light fabric. The desert wind played with it and jostled it. The wind refreshed her sweat moistened skin. "It's a sin to use door with this car." With a cowgirl scream, she jumped off the car. The hemline of her dress lifted from mid thigh to her belly button. Her turquoise panties flashed the desert. She was amused by it and laughed. "You wild hippie," hollered Tyra. The valet was unmoved, placed their little luggage on the ground, and got into the car. They were on their way to checkout the latest craze of the South Land: Day clubbing. Partying solely at night was no longer enough for the youngster. New venues had arrived that offered social life and fun during the day. The new day clubs had more relaxing rooms in addition to the blaring loud dance floors. The food selection was serious and varied enough to let party animals party the entire weekend in the venue. The Underground was the most famous of all. And, it was literally underground. They had driven North of Los Angeles for 45 minutes. Somewhere off the Pearblossom Highway was a path through the desert to their current point. Ten minutes ahead was a Joshua Tree. A Joshua Tree is a yucca that looks like a tree. The tips of the branches have dozens of thick, long, triangle-shaped leaves. The leaves are lined with spikes. The hard baked dirt with a thin layer of dust had been trampled by many footsteps. The flat footsteps blended with each other, except for the deep holes that stiletto high heels had left. When they reached the tree, the shade that it offered did not feel any cooler than the rest of the hot and bright desert. The directions to the club ended here. The entrance had to be somewhere around. Sadie put her knees together, jumped with both feet, and punched her arms into the air: "I wanna party!" Tyra carefully scanned the horizon for mounds that could hide an entrance. Then, she walked around the front area of the Joshua Tree. The area was especially flat, even for the desert. "Ha," she screamed out. Sadie came running with excitement. There was a wooden trapdoor. The wood was old, worn, and bleached. Desert dirt covered it to make it the exact same color as the landscape. Tyra pulled the trapdoor open. A creaky old miner stairway let underground. Down there, a few historic metal and glass lanterns lighted up the dark room. Little gas lights flickered inside of the lantern. The light reflected on the dust floating in the air. The whole room was covered with old, bleached, and battered wood: floor, walls, and ceiling. A friendly smiling woman with perfect makeup waited for them behind a counter. The counter might have served as the counter of an old grocery store, when you would still ask the grocer for your goods and he would get it for you. That was before the time of modern self service stores. "Welcome to the Underground. May, I have your names for the reservation." The receptionists lip moved. The lips were the color of a dark, purple, and ripe cherry. The glistened and reflected like the light reflects on a shiny new car. The white teeth and bright red tongue occasionally shimmered behind the lips as she talked. Her hands were neatly folded together until she heard the names and began typing. The computer was hidden deeply in the century old counter. "Of course, Tyra and Sadie, this is your first time staying with us. Can I have your luggage? It will be brought to your accommodation. If you have any bathing attire, I'd be happy to place it inside of the spa locker. Anything that you put inside these bags will be put in your locker." "Oh, and please, take off your shoes. Many of the surfaces in the club are sensitive. I will keep your shoes right here until you leave." The two girls zipped open their luggage. They labored over shifting their items and filling the spa bags. Once in a while they paused to catch the glimpse of a taxidermy fox on the wall or a raggedy map to a gold treasure. The receptionist calmly waited for them to rifle through their underwear and personal items. She did not react at all at the dust covered shoes that were handed over the counter. "Here are your keys. These are Chinese secret boxes. They are a neat puzzle to open. Inside, you will find a key that you can put around your ankle or wrist. It provides you with access to your locker, room, and any chargeable services. Most of our clients really enjoy the challenge of opening the secret box. If you get frustrated, the staff is ready to help you." The Chinese secret boxes were about the size of a large fist. They were made of polished wood. The wood consisted of different colored and differently shaped pieces. Sadie immediately tugged and pulled on the box. The front side of her box moved a quarter inch. The gap let her slide another tile in the box. Pleasure flushed over her face. Tyra tugged her arm: "Let's get something to eat." They pushed open the heavy timber mining door. Behind the door was a dark, black hallway lined with blue velvet curtains. Light and chatter sounds directed them to a chill out room. A couple small ceiling windows let ultra bright sun light fall through sheer fabric into the room. The ultra bright light scattered and dispersed into the dim room. The entire floor consisted of a soft mattress. Wood pillars supported the ceiling. The pillars were covered with cushions to provide a backrest. Many colored and plenty cushions were gathered into piles on the floor. Youngsters sat in little groups on the floor. Some were eating. Some were playing board games. Some were chatting. A lone man was slipping stretched out with his arms over his eyes. Tyra sat down with her legs bent and to one side. She wiped the fabric neat with her hand. She waved a waitress to get the menu. Sadie looked around the room with sparkles in her eyes. The order of Ramen noodles arrived quickly. Two bowls, two chopsticks, and soup spoon on a dark mahogany wood tray. Little samurais and sumo ringers were carved into the tray edge. They were fighting with human sized koi goldfish. The napkins were folded into two floating swans. The ramen noodles were a dark broth. A white fish cake with an artificially pink swirl floated in it. A cut in half boiled egg floated next to it with a tangle of green onions. The mood of the room was peaceful filled with hush voices. People used discretion and little motion to talk with each other. Everyone was dressed elegantly. A group of young males invaded the room. Their leader carried his shoulders way back. The followers shifted their gaze around the room. They wore sun glasses uneven on their head and anywhere but on their nose. A guy with large socks yelled to the whole room: "This place rocks, " and he swung his hand through the air. They settled next to Sadie and Tyra about a foot closer than they would have needed to. The waitress swiftly footsied her way to the group with menus. A guy with a large t-shirt and oversized print cocked up and looked directly at the waitress: "You are damn hot, as hot as this place. What is the best dish you got?" The waitress smiled nervously and made a step to the side. She carefully put her knees together, bent at the hip, and precisely pointed her finger on the menu in front of him: "Pork job is the special today." "Can you touch your elbows behind the back?" asked another guy in the group with a big smile. The waitress paused. She was a young girl straight out of high school. Her hair was beautifully done. The restaurant suit fitted her perfectly with a slightly sexy elegance. Trying to be friendly to the guests, she attempted to comply. Her movements quickly betrayed her professional earlier demeanor. She looked like a common girl doing an exercise in physed class. When her attempts made her arch her back and provocatively show her breasts, the whole group burst out laughing. The guy offered his fist as a peace offering. She bumped it and quickly hobbled to the kitchen: "I'll get you water." Tyra and Sadie set their focus back to themselves. They probed their Chinese secret boxes. They moved closer, touched at the shoulders, and put their faces together as they helped each other. With a final snap, the box opened. A key was attached to a spiraled rubber wire. Sadie slipped it over her heel onto her ankle. Her feet were pale and beautiful. A metal ring stuck on one of her little tootsie toes. The boys interrupted again. A couple, apparently on their first date, looked at them. The couple was dressed almost formally. It made them move a bit stiffly. One of the boys had thrown a tomato slice at another boy. That boy was busy biting his teeth into a mustard single serving plastic bag. With a little hole, he aimed the bag at the first boy and squeezed. A yellow string of mustard crossed the table, cushion, and pillows. The first guy snorted with happiness at the mess they were making. Then, the first guy placed cornichon on his flat hand. With the index finger of the other hand, he flicked the cornichon at the second boy. The second boy jumped up and circled his hand through the air in defense. He hit the cornichon and sent it flying further. The cornichon hit Tyra's shoulder and fell to the ground. "You boys need to have your bottoms waxed," said Tyra sternly. Then, she rolled her eyes. The leader of the boys stood up and with a pseudo noble tone said, "Excuse my uncivilized brothers. I will have taken all their food away and will forbid them any food for a day as punishment." He burst out laughing, "You girls should not be alone in a party place like this. Play a round of monopoly with us." Sadie jumped on her feet, "Oh, Monopoly! I wanna play!" The server removed the trays and food. She brought the Monopoly box out. The money was divided. The game figures were chosen. It was a case of sweaty, simple, raw guys, who outnumbered the two cute, sexy, and elegant girls. The guys tried to impress. The girls responded with giggles. "My boss is such a dick. He always gives me the shit jobs. I had to sweep the shop floor twice this week already. It's so unfair," complained a boy with a yellow bandana. His whole body slumped down with each word to show how defeated he felt. Tyra's face showed sadness as empathy to his plight. She moved closer to him. She gave him a consolation hug. Her boobs were so large, literally like two melons in front of her chest. He felt the soft boobs at his chest. He instantly smiled like an angel. The game continued. The good streets were bought up. The first houses were built on the streets. The tiny guy of the group made an extra bundle, when someone landed on his streets again. He gleamed his teeth big, when he pulled a red $10,000 bill of play money between his two hands: "$10,000 for a kiss from you, Sadie!" The other guys got tensely quiet and did not even dare moving. "This is Sadie, bitch. $20,000 or take a hike!" The tiny guy was more dazed by the success of his offer than the price. He scooped together the brown $2,000 bills to make it a $20,000 bundle. He waved the money in the air. Sadie rose to her feet. She started swaying to the mellow trance music playing in the background. She rotated her hips with one foot on its toes like a belly dancer. Then, she leaned forward to the tiny guy. She slipped her finger inside the décolleté of her red dress. She slightly lifted the fabric to indicate the tiny guy to put the money there. He was over happy. He put the money there, while carefully glancing at the skin of her boobs, where he put it. Then, Sadie sat down on his lap and sunk her lips into his mouth. He was young and simply sat there. She was a luscious sultry creature, moving around him. Opening and closing her sexy mouth. Her dark black hair fell wonderfully back. Everyone watched her. Her eyes were closed to take in the pleasure and feel his wet tongue. To the end, she let her head fall all the way back to relish the memory of the kiss. She got back to her place and put hotels on her streets with the money. "You girls are sluts," said a guy, who felt left out. "Ah, you always have to bring the attention back to that hard dick of yours that can't get any action," rejoiced Tyra. "Hey, I can get any girl in this room, if I want to." "Proof it! We'll be watching here." His eyes were filled with fear. He waited. Tyra waited. Everyone waited on his and Tyra's next move. He got up. Without much thought, he stumbled to the couple on their first date. The couple was in another uncomfortable lull in conversation. He took his head covering off to be more polite. His demeanor was that of a little school boy. The couple's faces reflected horror. He did not notice and sat down next to them, while he kept talking. Everyone was amazed that he was still going at it. Then, he put his arm around the woman in the couple. The man's face showed unabashed anger, yet the man was to shy to verbalize the anger. Eventually, the couple got up and excused itself. The guy came back to the Monopoly game. He kind of looked every which way. His face was extra pale from the tension. His arms still jittered. He looked at his money and counted it to avoid looking at anyone. "You are in trouble. You owe us a foot massage." The guy moved closer to Tyra. Tyra waved the waitress. The waitress promptly came to the table with a little tray. The tray contained a bowl with warm water, small hand towels, a bottle of body lotion, and a bottle of massage oil. The guy looked at Tyra brown feet with the light pinkish soles. The bulge in his pants was evident from looking at her feet. He carefully wetted a hand towel with warm water. He washed Tyra's feet. He moved the towel between her toes. Then, he distributed the body lotion between the palm's of his hands. He rubbed it over her foot. He took extra care to run his fingers down between the sinews on the top of her foot: "In reflexology, this area corresponds to the breast." He worked his hands along the side of her feet: "This is reflexologically treating your spine." When he ended the moves beneath the bone that stick out on the side, he said, "and this corresponds to your reproductive organs." Tyra pulled her foot away. She smashed the bottom of her foot into his face. She imprinted his face with strips of undistributed white lotion. "Get your hands off my pussy!" She played with her foot in his face, pushing around the skin in his face and pulling up his nose. "Get the job done. You are too much!" The guy devotedly finished his job with all detail and kissed her foot like a knight kisses a sword at the end. In the meantime, the game had heavily tilted in Sadie's favor due to her money advantage. She happily piled the money in messy stacks, because all her streets were already covered with hotels. The boy's got a bit whiny as their fortunes slowly and inevitably eroded to Sadie. Sadie gave Tyra of course each time a free pass, when she landed on her expensive streets. Girls stick together. In a rash moment, Sadie scooped up all the money and street cards and threw them at the boys like Dagobert Duck playing with money: "I wanna dance!" She jumped up, stomped her feet, and waved her arms in the air. Sadie winded her young twenty something body into turns. Tyra rose, "Let's check out the rave room." The leader of the group waved his arms at the defeat of having lost the girl's interest. Tyra looked around her for a door or curtain. The hallway had only led them into this room. There had been no additional door or hallway. She walked up to the waitress, who was looking into the kitchen. Sadie followed her moving her hands over head, while she danced to a song of raining man playing in her head. Upon inquiry, the waitress yelled "Rony." A large African American male came. He was equally strong and overweight. He wore the black suit like a sack. His feet were barefoot like everyone else. He head was bald. He had large flabby cheeks that were hanging at the side of his face. His fingers were large and meaty. Sweat beads glistened on his forehead. He adjusted the stripped tie and invited them to follow him. In the corner of the room, he pulled a velvet curtain up to shield them from the rest of the room. Then, he pulled a large Philips screw driver out of his sagging pants. He unscrewed the cover of the air conditioning vent. Each screw dropped into his chest pocket. The cover was leaned against the wall on the floor. With his back against the wall, he folded his large fatty hands. An ant could have easily considered it an arena to play a football game on. He bent his knees a little. Then, he nodded at Tyra to step on him. Sadie was confused. Tyra put her black bare feet in his hands. She was wearing pants. Now, she could see into the vent. In the distance were lights and sounds of rave music. She put her knee on his large shoulders. She pushed up on him. Her belly graced his sweaty head and left dark spots on her clothes. She moved on. Sadie followed her not before giving the man a kiss on the cheek for helping them. They shuffled on their hands and knees through the ventilation shaft. The shaft was made of metal or aluminum. It reflected the scant light in there. It made their voices echo. Every once in a while, the metal popped with a loud sound. Sadie followed Tyra's feet closely and remarked, "Oh, your feet smell like coconut. I should have made the guy massage my feet as well!" They shuffled on with Sadie looking at Tyra's feet as they moved forward left, right, left right. They had creases on the soles as the foot was turned upward. The rave room was dark. The colorful background lighting barely showed obstacles like walls to avoid running into them. The flashing strobe light provided split seconds to catch glimpses of people and things. The room was very uneven. There were counters with people dancing on them. There were large cubes that people sat on. There was a net with large loops. Some people had put their arms through the loops and enmeshed themselves into the net. A few people were bouncing high up in the air in a bouncy castle. A section with fluffy flowers and human sized stuffed animals provided a rubbing ground for the people high on ecstasy and super sensitive to touch. A tall blond man jumped in front of them: "Hi, fresh meat. I am Klaus from Austria." He had his arms and legs outstretched straight in an x-shape. He jumped from one leg to the other tilting his whole body. He made an X that jumped from one side to the next. His hair was medium short and styled straight up. He wore white pants. His top showed his bare and very sweaty chest. His eyes looked wicked, as if he had done some kind of weed. The Underground, A Day Club "People don't realize what rave is. It is not putting your elbows at your side and shifting left right. It is not doing stylized moves from MTV. Rave was done in the industrial towns of England. The word rave comes from people raving in wild fever. Shake your body wild, rave, don't care about anything." He swiftly shook his hands back and force as if to shake off water. Then, he shook his head side to side with his tongue swinging like pendulum outside of his mouth. The music hit a crescendo. He screamed. The music dropped mute for a moment. He screamed, "Dance." He grabbed the dazed Sadie by the hand and ran off. He reached his arms out like an airplane. Sadie knew how to play air plane. They sailed through the club weaving around pillars and people in a grand slalom. When the drums rapidly banged, the bond Austrian turned around. His fingers formed rattling triple machine guns of a World War One combat plane and attacked Sadie. Sadie swerved around his bullets, while returning fire holding onto the imaginary mounted machine gun with both her hands. They nearly touched and circled around for a second attack. The blond Austrian pretended to loose and ran off. Sadie pursued him to shoot down his plane. The blond Austrian body checked into the wall. The wall had been cushioned for the safety of the wild dancers. He jumped forward into a pool of balls and slammed them with his body. Sadie went right after him and did a body flop into the balls. Klaus was somewhere at the bottom of the pool of plastic balls. Sadie's hands found his sweaty chest. She accidentally touched his crotch and found out that he had a raging erection. Klaus' hands searched for her body, got tangled in her dress, and finally took hold of her waist. The tall Austrian lifted her out of the pool of plastic balls. He draped her over his shoulder and screamed "pirate bootie." She felt his shoulder in her stomach. Her arms draped down his torso to the belt of his pants. She bounced a bit, while he staggered to keep his balance with the added top weight. After a few steps, he let her slip down his body. Her dress came unraveled and showed more of her slender long clean-shaven legs. He pulled her close into a hug. They were both panting. Their chests lifted against each other. Their sweat comingled. His sweat was large and runny. Her sweat was a hot film. She melted into his arm. The whole world stood still for her to feel his body, to feel his essence. His erection as pressed against her belly. Her boobs were pressed against his belly. The music was screaming around them. The strobes were flashing. People were jumping and screaming. The ecstasy drug corner had people making out and fingers slipping inside of pants. Klaus slowly pulled away from the embrace and pointed to acrobatic fabric hanging from the ceiling. He led her close. As they came closer, the floor became very soft. Each step had sunk a few inches down. Klaus reached the arms of his well trained body up on the fabric. He pulled his knees up, wrapped the fabric around his calves and stood up on the fabric to reach two feet higher. Looking back down, he yelled to Sadie: "Use your legs to climb up, not your arms." Sadie followed Klaus on another fabric. The fabric was made from silk. It felt heavy and very soft. It was a caress. She had never done aerial fabric. It was easier than she thought. The fabric wrapped around her calves and provided a strong grip. They quickly gained height and had a few down on the circus of a rave club. Klaus showed Sadie, how to wrap the fabric a few times around her belly and secure it. Then, he demonstrated her, how to let go off the fabric and inverse head down. Sadie leaned back without fear. She slipped a little and let out a scream. Then, her dress folded open showing her turquoise panties. She did not care about flashing people. It was dark anyway. The world looked estranged upside down. Her spine loosened up. Her arms dangled and pulled on the shoulder sockets. "An upside down kiss is amazing," yelled Klaus. He loosened his fabric entrapment to slide down a little lower. He pulled Sadie close by pulling the fabric that was holding her. As he was right side up, he was about to kiss Sadie's upside down lips. Sadie wiggled her tongue in the open mouse like a worm eager to experience this new kiss. His warm and large mouth closed in on her. He took large mouthfuls from her soft mouth and playful tongue. The mouths separated. Klaus movements had become soft and considered, when he guided her down. It was so nice to be in a clean club without garbage on the floor and dirt from shoes. It made it cozy to roll around and feel at home. Sadie needed to go to the restroom. She asked Klaus for directions. He waved into a vague direction. She realized that she had to find Tyra. Tyra was sitting wedged into the group of ecstasy users on the floor. They were hugging, caressing each other, and having deep personal conversations. The two walked towards the exit. The exit was a wide passage into a black dark hallway. The end of the hallway had the bathing area. In the middle of the hallway was the entrance to the restroom. The restroom was a large and black door. The back of the restroom was raised a few feet. There was an intermediate level. Stairs let in a round about way from one level to the next. The room was solely lighted by tea candles. The tea candles were flickering next to water canals that were two thirds of a foot wide. The water canals started at the back of the room and flowed toward the entrance of the room. They had mini waterfalls as they dropped from level to level. The water fall had a nice clear arc. The canals itself were completely filled with water to the rim like an infinity pool. Everything in the room was an elegant black. There were a few benches of woven straw with cushions for people to relax. There were no traditional toilets or stalls anywhere. It became clear from other users that the water canals with the flowing water was the place to pee in. The near darkness provided the anonymity and privacy to pee in public without really being seen. "I guess this is another new experience. There is probably so much water that it dilutes the pee enough to not be nasty." That said, Tyra straddled a water canal, pulled her pants and panties to her ankles, and squatted. Quickly, the pee hissed out of her urethra into the water making a gushing sound. Laughing, Sadie followed the example. She pulled her turquoise panties to her ankles. She lifted her red dress. Her bottom and pussy was exposed. Her pee gushed into the canal as well. She looked Tyra in the eyes and laughed, "I am peeing in your pee!" A little further, a drunk girl made wobbling steps struggling towards the target that her friend goaded her. She stepped with her foot into the water canal. Her friend freaked out telling her to get her foot out. Yet, the girl was simply amazed to have found water for her thirst. She bent over to drink from it. Her friend pulled with all her might on the drunken slobby girl. Sadie giggled, "This is the funniest time that I have pissed someone off. She drank my pee!" Sadie and Tyra wandered off. The end of the hallway had a brightly lit and spanking clean spa entrance. White tiles were on the floor. Happy green flowers stood on the counter. Mirrors and little spot lights reflected everywhere. A receptionist with soft, perfect, and brown skin smiled at them. The receptionist had her hair held together by a black band across the front of her hair. Her finger nails were long and artistically done. She wore a white uniform similar to a nurse. Her eyes, eye lids, and eye brows were dramatically sharp. "Welcome, will you be needing any services today." "No? Very well, you will find everything that you need in your locker. Enjoy." The locker room was bright. Benches of bright wood lined up in front of the lockers. The humming sound of hair dryers and hissing of showers welcomed them. The girls in the locker room went about their own businesses with white spa towels wrapped around their hair, half dressed, or completely naked. They found the locker to be neatly arranged. There was a pouch in the door for the loaner slippers. A white terry clothes spa robe was on a hanger. Their plastic bag with their own swim suits from the check-in was neatly arranged on top of fresh towels. A small bouquet of purple lavender made everything smell wonderfully. Sadie pulled the dress over her head. She stood in her turquoise panties for a moment. Her boobs were regular sized, yet beautifully shaped. Her skin looked so pale next to Tyra's black skin. She pulled the panties down her thighs and over her feet. The bathing suit was black. The top piece and button piece were held together by a golden ring the diameter of a couple inches in the middle of her stomach. Tyra was taking in the feel of the spa and the scenery. She seized up the two blondies chatting, while they had a white spa towel wrapped around their bodies. They seemed a bit bitchy. A black haired white girl was part of a group of young ones. She seemed out of her element and flustered, as she was dealing with her clothing in a clumsy way. The rest of the group had already moved to the showers. The black haired girl was rushing and one of her vagina lips had slipped outside of her swim suit. Tyra silently giggled. She was amazed how quickly Sadie was already done. Tyra took off her pants. Her round bootie popped free of the pants. She put on an ironic white bathing suit with green and blue cartoon puppies dotted in various poses: sniffing, giggling, and tree peeing. She left her military dog tags in the locker. Outside the showers and locker room, the lighting was in a dark cave like mood. Actually, the pool was inspired by Mexican cenotes. A cenote is a deep sinkhole in the flat landscape of Yucatan. The bottom of the hole is filled with water. This swimming pool was surrounded by exposed rock walls with moss and fern growing on them. A small path spiraled around the swimming pool to the top of the cenote. People could dive into the deep pool from near the top. The sole light was the sunlight coming in from the opening high above. Sadie and Tyra stepped down the submerged stairs into the pool. The warm water enveloped them. They looked up at the natural rock, the fern leaves, and the air roots hanging down. The pool was quiet was hardly anyone there. Sadie dove under to wet her hair. The wet hair glistened and easily complied lying back. Her wet face looked five years younger. It was softer and moister, less angular and defined. They traded water softly talking to each other. A couple came out of the locker rooms. He was tall with his hair styled high up. She was little and wore a refined high end bathing suit. Both looked a bit like frogs, because they were wearing clear swimming goggle. Her seemed fogged up, because she was holding onto him tenaciously and stepped very gingerly. She almost fell on the first step into the water. He raised her up and calmed her with his words. They swam to the far end of the pool. They bounced a little higher in the water and pulled their heads under water. "They have lungs like a whale," said Sadie. The couple had not resurfaced for over a minute. Tyra slowly paddled closer. It was hard to find their location, because their shadows in the water had quickly disappeared in the dim lighting. There was no life guard visibly around. Tyra's face grew stern. "Can you see them?" asked Tyra. The couple had disappeared. Tyra attempted a dive. Yet, her blurry underwater vision showed nothing but turquoise water rippling all around. The bottom of the pool was far away. Even unconscious bodies float in the water, unless one is extremely skinny. Sadie did a trial dive. She kicked Tyra's boobs with her ankle as she disappeared by accident. "There is a tunnel," called out Saide, when she re-emerged. "They must have been diving into the tunnel." Tyra checked for herself. She felt along the swimming pool wall on her way down. There were numerous openings leading out of the pool. Back on the surface, Sadie was taking deep inhales. Tyra stopped her: "You are simply hyperventilating. You are not getting any more oxygen into your blood. Only the carbon dioxide leaves, which fools your oxygen receptor and can lead to a brown out. Remember, I am the grunt with a cunt and learned this during boot camp." Tyra dove under the surface leading the way. Sadie held onto the bottom of Tyra's bathing suit, pulling it half off to show her ass crack, if there were someone with a diving mask. Tyra made long smooth diver moves. The randomly picked underwater tunnel was about four feet wide. A white light was waving in the distance at the ceiling. The oxygen in Tyra's lungs and head went soft. The white light was only two moves closer. Sadie was striking the water behind her and occasionally touched Tyra's feed. The white ceiling light had guided them to an air bubble. They were panting hard. The water had made their bodies sultry and sensuous. They felt a little scared about diving without open surface above, yet they trusted that the day club was designed to be safe. So, they pushed off the surface to continue deeper into the water tunnel. A pink light in the distance guided them on. The pink light was not as bright, yet larger. The urge for air made them push hard to the surface. "Rumspringa!" yelled a group of eighteen and nineteen year olds. They cheered little shot glasses in their direction. A couple girls wore bonnets. A guy had black speedos that nearly showed everything there was to see. A few more were lying back in a hug fest. The little room was circular. Like the head of a mushroom, the ceiling curved down towards the outside. Pink plastic cushions covered the floor. Behind the plastic cushions was a low surface for drinks, beyond which recessed pink lights lit up the whole room. Everyone was easily winding their bodies to the downtempo music in the background. Sadie and Tyra pushed themselves out of the water to sit with their feet in the water. The water was running down their skin, faces, and hair. A young man pushed a bottle of whisky into their face. "We are sho hart am feire!" "They are English people, they don't understand our Amish." "Drink briederlein, drink!" "That's Russian-Yiddish. English, you farmer dud!" "Today, we celebrate. Drink with us!" "Yah!" The teenagers around them had the demeanor of nerdy well behaved kids. Their bathing attire stood awkward on their body, as if they were not used to it. Some of the bathing attire was obviously too large, like the black bottom of the girl kneeling was wavy instead of tight. The guy with the black Speedos staggered around bewildered, as if he were drunk for the first time. Sadie quickly took a swig of the whiskey bottle and yelled: "To whomever you are!" She smiled satisfied about her outburst. A male voice from the hug fest mumbled with a mellow voice: "We are Amish." "For real?" asked Sadie with an exasperated and anticipating face. The girl with the too large swim suit bottom said, "Yep, we are on our Rumspringa, our time to experiment, before we decide to commit to becoming Amish for the rest of our life. So, far being English has been real fun. We party. We drink. We curse. We get high. We have fun. All that in half a day since we arrived at the Los Angeles airport!" "Have you done body shots yet," asked Sadie. The Amish shook their head. Even the hug fest dissolved to come closer and learn the way of the English. Sadie found a salt dispenser and limes in a cocktail caddy on the counter around the room. She laid herself on the plastic with its wet spots. She instructed the Amish girl with the too large swim suit bottom. Then, she sprinkled salt on her navel and put the lime in her mouth. The Amish girl had beautiful long brown hair that was already partially dried and a bit frizzy. She tugged on her swim suit bottom to gather the courage before taking a full mouth out of a Tequila bottle. These kids had a whole stash of things in this lair. They smuggled them in with a large plastic bag. Then, the mouth of the girl dove to Sadie's belly. Her tongue wiggled in between the golden ring of Sadie's swim suit. The tongue tickled Sadie's tummy. Then, the girl took a full kiss at Sadie to pull out the lime. The girl cheered overly happy: "Yieha! My name is Sarah." The boy with the Speedo screamed, "me too!" Sadie made a resigned face to give him a go as well. With shaking hands he salted Sadie's belly. He put a little sliver of a lime in her mouth. He nervously looked around before diving onto Sadie's belly to lick up the salt. He was a pretty skinny fella. His hand awkwardly held the side of Sadie's belly. It was almost more of a turn on to have the nervous and jumpy youth labor over her. Then, he dove for her mouth. He eagerly jabbed his tongue past the lime to get a taste of Sadie's tongue. He rose up and looked smiling at the girl with the too large swim suit bottom. Tyra carefully whispered into Sadie's ear to point out the visibly growing boner in the Speedos. Sadie loved feeling in power and good with the group. The Amish offered them weed to smoke. They proudly pointed out that they had gotten the weed from the cab driver on the way to the club. Sadie and Tyra declined. The aroma of weed quickly filled the little room. Easily chatting the Amish shared that they had come from an Amish village in Pennsylvania. Somewhere they had a list handed from the older generation about all the forbidden things to do. It was a bit of a score keeping between generations, who could do the most bad and daring things. The list started with simple things like talking English instead of the Amish dialect, holding hands in public, and talking to a stranger girl of the opposite sex. The medium bad things contained drinking until vomiting, screwing unprotected, and denouncing Amish as backward. The top of the list had bizarre items like mixing heroine, crack, opium, and alcohol, having sex with a president, and opening a strip club for dwarfs. Sarah coyly looked to the floor: "I learned something new and would like to show you, Tyra." Sarah guided Tyra's shoulders in front of her and turned Tyra. Sarah's hands laid themselves on Tyra's shoulders and started kneading the trapezius muscle. Tyra's military muscles fluidly and languidly flowed through Sarah's hands. Tyra's face relaxed. Tyra's body slumped forward as she let go of tension. Sarah's face lighted up recognizing that Tyra had surrendered to her new massage skills. The Speedo youth looked at Sadie asking and then asked, if she wanted a massage as well. Sadie reluctantly let his little hot hands on her sexy body. She kept eyeing Tyra and wished that Sarah was massaging her instead. The Speedo youth introduced himself as Juergen and tried to settle behind Sadie's back. He switched between kneeling and squatting skittish as a bird on a crocodile. Within minutes, Juergen's boner had fully erected itself. The penis head had slipped out of his Speedo and was right under his belly button. He tried to move closer to Sadie's back to shield it from his friends. Yet, moving his erect penis closer to the smooth white skin of Sadie's back on made his penis harder. Nervously, he tried to occupy Sadie with one hand, so that he could move his other hand unnoticed down to his penis. He slipped his penis sideways into the Speedo. Then, he put the hand that had touched his penis back on Sadie's skin. Meanwhile, a girl in the hug fest had grown bored with the mellow feeling each other and doing nothing. She had rested her head on her elbows lying on her belly and reading the todo list. She screamed out 'skinny dipping.' She threw off her swim suit before anyone could sit it and jumped into the round water hole in the middle of the room with her arms reaching out in a Y. Her boobs and butt were plumb. She paddled in the water that was frothy with water bubbles from her jump. The Underground, A Day Club The rest of the hug fest group threw of their swim suits and joined her. Naked butts, ankles, feet, boobs, faces, arms, bellies, and back mingled in a random stew and crowded into the water hole. Sarah and Juergen threw of their swim suits as well. Juergen's erection stood out awkwardly like a lone branch on a dead tree. Then, it disappeared in the water with the other naked bodies that were bumping into each other as they treaded water in the small swim hole. Sadie and Tyra were left on the land alone with piles of swim suits turned inside out and crumbled. So, they took of their swim suits as well and followed the crazy Amish. There were a few erect penises in the stew of naked bodies. Sadie and Tyra could feel them accidentally bumping on their body. Sometimes, their paddling hands accidentally touched an erect penis before they instantly pulled the hand back. The sight from below of a dozen naked feet paddling hard must have been luscious. Something large bumped against their feet. An Irish American with a big smile and large green trunks appeared as if he had found a leprechaun. Without hesitation, he pulled his pants down and threw it on land. Then, he introduced himself as Matty. He had a large chest with a nice set of pecs. Tyra and Sadie left the pool. They dressed themselves back in their bathing suits. The hug fest group could not get enough of skinny dipping and splashing water against each other. Juergen cozied up to Tyra and Sadie: "You have got some wild friends there." He told them that coming up into the little water rooms was always a surprise of new people and situations. Juergen interrupted them by offering a small plastic bag of white powder. It turned out to be cocaine, or at least that's what Juergen hoped he had bought. They declined his drug offer again. With a credit card in one hand and the blow bag in the other, he called Sarah over. With his wrist, he pushed down his Speedoes. The erection jumped in plain sight. He drew a line of snow on his penis. With the credit card, he straightened the edged out into a neat line like the Addidas line on the side of a gym pant. The penis disappeared inside of Sarah's vagina. Sarah was pulling her black swim suit to the side to show her vagina. After a few thrusts, Juergen pulled out. His penis was covered with bubbles. "You got sold baking powder for blow! Happy baking!" laughed Sadie. Tyra looked uncomfortable about the whole scene. Matty shrugged his shoulders: "Let's leave the drug scene. There is actually a legal drug in this club. It is a mild little buzz served in the room deep underground. Do you want to come?" Tyra and Sadie were glad to leave the spectacle behind. They dove back under water and followed Matty. There was a maze of water tunnels, breathing holes, and rooms under water. In a way, that was like true Yucatan, which is filled with underwater caves. At last, they reached a light brown room. The walls and ceiling looked like it was cut into the packed desert dirt. A pile of rough sacks lay on the floor. There was a black hole in the wall with two wooden railings on the side. It looked like a miner's chute to toss coal or minerals down. "Ladies, please stay close. There are a few intersections, where we might loose each other," said Matty. Matty was already sitting on a flat sack. His legs were stretched ahead. His large hands were holding the sides of the sack. He looked at Sadie and Tyra to get their sacks ready. The two girls looked a bit confused as they figured out the sacks. Matty left into the darkness of the slide. Tyra followed. The chute had a round bottom. The wood looked worn and blunted from heavy use. A soft turn made her butt slide up the side of the wall a bit. The light never grew too dark, before she reached the first branch in the chute. Matty had planted his feet against opposite walls to break. Tyra got the turn to the right instead of straight, yet she didn't stop quite so elegantly. She crashed into Matty's back: "Sorry, I think I spat on your back." With fingers hyperbent and stretched out, she wiped his bare back clean. Sadie came rushing as a giggling and hollering stampede. Her feet shimmied swiftly on the ground in front of the sack to have a sense of control. The three continued close to each other. The chute turned in a spiral downwards. Sadie giggled and hollered to hear her own echo. Tyra made distinct louder yells to test her echo. Matty smiled for his catch of two party girls. When, they stepped out of the chute into the basement room, they were a bit jittery with adrenaline. Matty took both their hands and led them onward to the entrance of a noble room. A maitre stood behind a standing desk. The maitre wore a noble black suit with a white shirt and bow tie beneath it. He even had the spectacle in one eye to fit into the scenery. Dark mahogany wood covered tables, walls, and doors. Even the waitresses were dressed up in a noble garb from the 1920's. The whole place felt like the prohibition era. The maitre addressed them with a formal welcome and asked for how many people. Before he turned to seat them, he pointed out that they were lucky to come during a downtime. The place usually required advance reservation. There was a black net across the whole room. The net hung low. The maitre squatted down and waddled forward like a duck to avoid touching his head to the net. The three waddled squatting behind the maitre. All the booths consisted of four walls around each person with only the head sticking above the wall. The walls were made from expensive wood with detailed and elaborate carvings of fairy tales, like snow white, the frog king, and sleeping beauty. The guests' heads were either talking intensely with each other or rolled all the way back slowly moaning. A woman looked straight at them with glazed over eyes and her teeth chattering frozen for a moment before she politely looked away. Their section had three booths that were arranged in a triangle. Each one of them waddled into their own booth. The net was so low that they could not have stood up without making a scene. Yet, if they would have had an emergency, they could have stood up. The maitre locked the little wooden door behind them with a golden hook. They could look at each other's head, yet not see each other's body. "What's up with this room," asked Sadie. "This is the Aztec room. There at the wall are realistic ancient Aztec paintings of people squatting. Notice the little stick in their anus. That's how the consumed a mild intoxicant. It is completely harmless and legal. The booths allow one to insert them in privacy, while hanging out with friends," explained Matty. The waitress shortly arrived with her neat white lace apron, short skirt, and dark stockings. She also had a little white hat on her wavy hair. She carried a silver tray with three long sticks in plastic wrap. The sticks were about as large as chop sticks. The packaging was large and puffy. The plastic wrap had large colorful dream motives blending into each other. The brand was called 'Stick It.' A container with square folded baby wipes in individual servings was next to each plastic wrap. She gregariously reached over each booth wall and placed the items inside. Sadie and Tyra broke into a bit of girl talk to figure out the stick situation. Matty was experienced. He broke the package open, inserted, and watched the girls with glazed eyes of bliss. Sadie ripped the packaging off. A stick with a rubbery cotton appeared. Multiple colors run in circles around it. It smelled like artificial coconut and honey. The surface felt smooth, slippery, and wet to her fingers. Squatting, she reached her hand behind. She slipped the bathing suit away from her anus and prodded herself with the stick. The stick was softly bendy. Still it hurt a bit to force it in. She had the odd feeling familiar of defecating, which made her feel very private. Yet, being so public was confusing and made her a bit horny and wet. Tyra moved around in her booth and knocked against the wood with her arms, as she navigated the Aztec stick into her ass. "I don't feel anything. Do you?" asked Sadie "Just wait," assured Matty. Then, Sadie felt her cheeks burning warm, as if she were sun bathing on a sunny day in a cold winter. Was she getting embarrassed? She did not usually get embarrassed. The warm tingling in her face spread to the skin on her throat. Her boobs stretched a little larger as the warm tingly skin sensation reached down her body. The hair on her scalp stood up in goose bumps. "Whoa, this is so nice!" "Wait for the next wave." Indeed, Sadie's calves were overcome with cold shivers. It felt so refreshing. It was like getting into a cold plunge after a hot sauna. Her whole body felt warm, yet her skin felt pleasantly cooled. It felt like slipping into still cool and fresh blankets, fully knowing that they would soon warm up. When she was on the verge of feeling uncomfortably cold, the warm rolling skin tinglies caressed her again. "The drug messes with your hypothalamus. It is the part of the brain that regulates temperature. It is amazing, isn't it?" "Oh, I love it." After half hour, the drug wore off and left them all mellow and drowsy. Sadie was begging to take a nap. She pulled the Aztec stick out of her ass. She wiped her bottom with a baby wipe clean. Then, she smelled her fingers. Matty was a gentleman and guided them out of the Aztec room. The maitre swiped their keys on the way out to add the bill to their tab. Matty walked them to two strange looking door openings without a door. The openings were side by side. It kind of looked like an elevator. However, one elevator cabin after the next rose on the right and lowered on the left. The handles in the door and signs definitely looked old and worn. A little ornamental metal mesh at the top corners of the door openings definitely dated this. "This is a Paternoster. You simply step in and off any time that you want," explained Matty. He positioned himself at the side of the Paternoster to help the ladies in. Tyra jumped cautiously in, worrying about getting her head hit. Sadie followed in the next compartment. Matty slyly followed Sadie into her compartment. The compartment was small. They stood very close to each other. She could smell his body odor. She wondered, if she could smell his ass as well. The scenery in front of them showed Disney-like scenes of gold veins and buried skeletons. When the top floor finally emerged, Sadie urged Sadie to wait and experience the Paternoster reversing over into the downward side. Sadie waited. He further explained that kissing in the forbidden area were a poor man's luck generator. They passed Tyra, who was waiting outside. When their feet were still in Tyra's view, he leaned over and kissed Sadie. His large hedonic body pressed onto Sadie. Sadie at first liked the surprised. Then, she decided that she did not like Matty. She pushed hard against his tongue in her mouth to push the tongue out. At first Matty, thought it was play tongue fight. Then, he realized and let go of her. The paternoster moved sideways and down again. Sadie struggled out to Tyra. Matty stayed inside and disappeared below in embarrassment. In front of them was a large cavernous room. It was many yards tall. The walls where white like that of a salt mine. A huge pile of containers towered in the room, the obvious reason for the tall height. The containers were white and small. Many ladders lead up the container wall. This was the sleep city, Japanese sleeping container. They were large enough for someone to stretch out and sleep, yet not tall enough to stand. Opposite the containers was a brightly lit bar to get a good night drink or quell a sleepless night. A few souls were aimlessly laboring over drinks with an eagle eyed bartender in a golden vest. "Can you get me a cute cuddly Chinese? I am so sleepy and need something cozy." Sadie looked at Tyra with big pleading puppy eyes. Tyra was tired herself, yet gave in to take care of her friend. Tyra headed over to the bar. Sadie walked along the containers. She read the list of numbers next to the ladder until she found her key number. She grabbed the first rung. The rungs were skinny shiny metal bars. They were a bit close to the container to make it hard to fully put the feet on it. Her toes stubbed against the container. She climbed up three floors high. Normally, she would have gotten dizzy from the height. She was too tired. The key from her ankle fit into the lock perfectly. The door slid open. On her hands and knees, she crawled onto the firm yet comfortable mattress. There was a light dial: full light, reading light, night shimmer, and off. Next to the mattress was a tiny closet that contained her luggage. Napkins, a bottle of water, and a medical duck lined a shelf on the side of the mattress. The medical duck was a plastic bottle with a duck shaped opening to pee at night without having to leave the container. Her back felt so good on the mattress. A neatly folded blanket was quickly kicked into a mess covering her. The fabric was smooth and cozy. She dialed the light to a night shimmer. The light was barely visible yet dispelled a potentially claustrophobic complete darkness. Shapes and lights flashed across her closed eyes instantly. A knock at her door and a whispered "I am Ben. Tyra sent me" woke up Sadie from her half sleep. She opened the door. A medium Chinese boy with styled black hair smiled a fuzzy warm 'hi' into the container. He was wearing a neat shirt with wild club like symbols stitched onto it. "Come in." Ben carefully put his shoes on the tray. Sadie pulled the shirt off his body and pulled his pants down. Once he was in his underwear, she spooned him and pulled the blanket over both of them. She felt his warmth, human skin, and breathing. She smelled his unique scent. Oh, it made her feel so happy to be held and close and sleepy. She fell asleep happily. After a few hours, she woke up from a dream, yet still sleepy. She felt the midnight horniness. So, she carefully moved around the container that would not let her stand up. She pulled the white panties of Ben down a little bit. Her fingers held his penis. She eyed him to ensure that she still slept. Then, she looked at the penis in the dim light. It was white, pale, and a little small. His pubes were cleanly trimmed. She took his penis in her mouth. It was languid like an eel. Limp, she could take it in her mouth whole and move her lips all the way to the pubic bone. She ran her tongue in circles around the penis. She pushed her firm tongue deep into the soft flesh until it stiffened up. The growing cock increasingly pushed her mouth back. Ben softly moved in pleasure. His mind surely invented a beautiful dream to go along with the blow job. Once the penis was hard, Sadie slid it into her vagina without a condom. She wanted to feel his soft skin. She wanted to feel full. She hugged her body against his. Simply feeling stuffed and connected to male energy was everything that she wanted. She fell back asleep with him inside of her. The next morning came with Sadie's IPhone vibrating softly. Tyra was texting her to get up. Ben's penis inside of her had gone limp during the sleep. She still loved having him inside of him. It is kind of rare to have a limp penis inside, because limp penises are too soft to go in. She kissed Ben awake, who was surprised to have his penis inside of her. She silently got a fresh change of clothes out of her luggage, while Ben watched her body move around: Another summer dress and red panties. She made Ben get out ahead of her. They climbed down quietly. The slip city was deep asleep. The bartender had left. The barstools were turned over standing on the bar counter. Tyra was already waiting. She reminded Sadie that she had to show up at her base soon: "Remember, I am a grunt with a cunt." A porter carried their luggage and guided them through a maze of secret doors and tunnels. Back in the dusty dirty miner's reception, they signed their checks. The club had neatly kept track of all their incidentals. Outside the hot desert sun was already beating down. Everything else in the desert had already heat exhausted left to hide under rocks. Their Jeep Wrangler stood in the distance with the valet waiting.