Eve's Birthday, Chapter 4
Wherein we are introduced to the lifestyle
We arrived at the club, a recently renovated old theatre building. We went into the foyer where we checked our coats and bags, and I got my first look at Eve. And she was Fine, if you know what I mean. She'd picked out a red satin outfit, with a "bra" that provided a bit of support underneath, making her tits look beautifully round, but left the front completely uncovered. Lower down, she was wearing a garter and g-string that, barely covered the essentials. I could see this part because to top it all, she'd selected a chemise made of lacy nylon, that was completely see through, though beautifully patterned.
The man collecting cover charges, introduced himself as Frank, the co-owner of the club. Eve had a question for him. "It's our first time, and I was wondering if this is too revealing, I can cover the nipples if I'm supposed to." His response was that on regular nights all naughty bits should be covered when you're on the lower level, but Boobalicious night was all about boobs, so showing off her nipples was perfectly acceptable.
He took our $20 cover, and asked for ID. I was a bit nervous about this part, but figured that everyone had to do it, so I handed over my authentic identity and filled out the waiver. The waiver was pretty straight forward, agreeing to be respectful of all members and guests, to respect the privacy of members and not announce to the world who was there, and to respect that while sex was more freely available here than most places, no still means no, and we can only play with those that are interested.
Eve and I had no problems with any of the terms, so we signed, and Frank called his wife Shannon on the radio, who took us on the tour. Shannon put our attire to shame, as she was wearing a silver bra made up to look like a pair of hand reaching from under her armpits to grab her tits. It must have been custom made with the utmost attention to detail, since the nipples were clearly pinched between the thumb and forefinger.
I wasn't sure what to expect from there on out. After making plans to come here, I'd done some googling about swingers. Lots of pictures could be found, but mostly just of generic naked people having sex, and on the internet anyway, it looked like a lot of them were fat and middle aged. Maybe fat people are just more willing to publish their photos on the internet, some kind of ego boost whenever you get hits?
Shannon took us in and showed us around the place. It was early, and there was maybe a half dozen people on the dance floor, and another couple at the bar. So far it looked like all straight married couples, but they were younger than I expected, mainly 20s and 30s. Shannon told me she was 32, which was about the average age of members, though they range from 18 to 55. The lower level was very open, with a large dance floor, a bar, and a buffet. There was a DJ and music was playing, and it could have been any other bar except for one thing: the volume. Personal interaction is a big part of the lifestyle, so while there was music to dance to, it was kept low enough that you could talk without shouting in the lounge area.
Shannon was speaking "There's a whole language that goes with the lifestyle. A unicorn, for instance, is a woman who likes to sleep with couples. Are you unicorns, or are you together?"
Eve answered that we were somewhere in between, tonight was our first date. To hear her refer to it that way felt really good.
"That's cool. Just remember that when a woman is interested in a couple, it's best to talk to the woman first. Guys should also approach guys first, but for different reasons. Guys will want any pretty girl that's interested, so it's the woman who gets to decide whether they're game."
She pretty much waved around the lower floor as pretty self-explanatory, showed us where the bathrooms were (gorgeous bathrooms, with attendants and everything). The food was included in cover, and Frank had taken a credit card number to cover any drink tab we racked up. Drinks were cheap at $3 to $5 each, soft drinks were free.
Once upstairs, we were shown a second lounge, this one overlooking the lower level. Shannon told us that they'd spent some time working out the lighting, so that it couldn't really be seen from below. This was a public play area, where couples that were interested could come and chat, make out, and do some touching or strip teases. There was one group of four already there, where one of the wives was nibbling the other's neck and while fondling her bare breast - like Eve, wife number two had opted for a "demi-cup" bra that did not cover her up. The two husbands were just watching at this point, and I wondered to what extent these guys really played.
I asked Shannon about that and she shrugged "some guys like to watch their wives being with other people, some like to be active participants. We don't judge here."
While the rule upstairs was that anything consensual goes, there were 8 rooms at the back that had beds, and Shannon said that most people moved out of the lounge if they wanted to do more than just tease. 6 of them were private, and the locks would tell you if it was occupied or not, though none of them were at this point in the night. If we only wanted to be seen by those invited to watch or participate, these were the places. The other two rooms were for the more exhibitionist amongst us. One was the viewing room, which had a half dozen king sized beds in it, and benches placed around the room so that voyeurs could watch. Each bed was invitation only, but anyone could use the benches. Shannon told us that this was a popular hangout for posers, couples that enjoyed the swinging environment, and liked to watch, but never actually swapped. Before this afternoon's show, I don't think I would have thought it, but right then it sounded like a lot of fun to be watched like that.
The final room was the Paul Bunyan room. Named not for any connection to the forestry industry or oddly covered oxen, but rather for the massive bed at its centre, again with benches around the edges for the voyeurs. Shannon explained the etiquette of the big bed was that you arrive with a partner or more, but as you go others on the bed may join if you accept them. To establish if you can engage with another person on the bed, either ask verbally or touch them lightly, not on the privates. If you're brushed away, that is a no. If they ignore you, that is an "ask again later." Only if they respond to your touch in an inviting manner can you continue.
"There are a lot of yeses in this room, but don't take it for granted," was Shannon's advice.
I wasn't sure I was ready for the big bed that night, but we'll see where things go. Tour completed, Shannon had just one more question for us.
"May I kiss you?"
It wasn't what I expected, but for all that she was eleven years older than me, she was hot. In response, I wrapped my arm around her back and pulled her towards me. The kiss was gentle. No sense of urgency, just the sweet pressure of her lips on mine. Kissing a stranger was exciting enough, but a half naked stranger just made it that much more erotic. A moment too brief, and then it was over.
Shannon left right after our kiss, and we went back downstairs. I legs felt a bit wobbly, and I thought that to completely enjoy the night, some wine would help, so we went to the bar. I ordered a glass of Pinot Grigio, while Eve kept her drink virgin, sticking to a simple iced tea.
Continue to Chapter 5, wherein we locate our first catch.