Charles and I spoke off and on over the week. In one of the conversations, he had asked me what I was going to wear. I asked why and he said, “So I can select a necklace that will make you a knockout.”
I told him it would be the only cocktail dress I had which was a white satin deep V front halter dress. I then heard, “Mmmm,” looks awesome from here.
Saturday night arrived and I felt nervous about what he had mentioned earlier that for a few minutes I would be the center of attention being I was a Blackman.
When he arrived my nerves settled after laying my eyes on a guy that would attract the attention in white pants, a light blue shirt and a black dinner jacket, along with a small gold necklace. My mouth was hanging open when he placed his hand under my chin to close it so he could kiss me.
After we broke the kiss, he asked me to take him to a mirror, which I did. He then asked me to face it and close my eyes while he placed a gift around my neck. I felt something cold at the top of my cleavage and then felt him snap the necklace. He asked me to open my eyes. My jaw dropped again as I was looking at an aqua marine drop down pendant on a white gold necklace. There was a pearl at the junction from where the drop down jewel was connected to the necklace. Charles wrapped his arms around me and said, “It goes well on you and with the dress.” Tears rolled down my cheeks. It was a good thing I was not into make-up or it would have been ruined.
We headed to the restaurant and the evening went as he had told me earlier it would. The meal, service, wines, and atmosphere were for me a fantasy like trip come true. I was feeling wonderful having tasted seven different wines during the course of the meal.
After dinner, he asked me if I had any desires. I looked at him and said, “Yes, I would like to go to that private club of yours again.”
He responded with, “Sure, let’s go then. The place turned you on, huh?”
We went through the same scenarios as before to get into the place. After getting in to where the crowd was, I felt every eye in the place focused on Charles and me. It was a shock to me that very few of the girls flirted with Charles this time.
This time Leroy, Tony, and two others guys approached us. Leroy was the first to speak after they all gave Charles the high five, “Damn lady you are hotter tonight than the last time when you were in those tight fitting jeans. I hope you are going to show us some skin tonight.”
Tony said, “Don’t mind him Karen, once he discovers your treasure he is off looking for new. These other guys are Roger and Jake. They also lost in that bet.”
They both took my hand and leaned in for a cheek kiss. Roger then said, “Leroy I believe you are onto something. I missed the tight jeans. Well nice meeting you Karen and maybe later we can all get together for a drink.”
Charles found us a table and again I was looking at my gender showing lots of skin. Before the drinks arrived Charles asked, “Do you see any of the chicks that caught your eyes last Saturday?”
“Yes, one is on the dance floor in the green plaid skirt.”
“Her name is Heather. She is dancing with Don but that is Tony’s regular date.”
“She to me is a hot chick.”
The drinks arrived and after a sip of more wine I heard, “Karen we have not talked much about it but I have a question. Remember me saying I have many but will save them until I can see you blush? Well here is one. How BI are you? Do you have one girlfriend, several, and none, what’s the scoop?”
I did blush at the question and said, “I have one friend Charles, and we have been since high school. We see each other maybe once a month. We meet to eat, shop, party, and then sleep together. Normally is a Friday night when we get together after work so we can sleep in on Saturday.”
“Thanks for being open about it. Sorry to have made you blush. Shall we dance?”
We danced about four or five songs and headed back to our table. After a few minutes, Tony comes up to Charles and whispers into his ear. Charles nods his head as if agreeing to something.
Charles took a sip of wine and said, “Karen do you remember me writing that I can take you places that no white guy can here in the city?”
“Yes”
“This is one of the places. A lot more goes on here than what you are seeing. I would like to give you a tour so you can decide if you like the place or not. First, I should warn you that once we leave this room everyone you will see will be naked. If that is going to be a problem we can skip the tour.”
I sat stunned not knowing what all was to see. I said, “Can we stop the tour if it gets to be too much? With all the wine in me I might have even stripped if push came to shove,”
“Sure Karen. Let’s do it that way then.”
We headed back to the elevator and got off in the basement, which opened into a looker room. On one side of the room was a door marked toilets and on the other side a sign saying shower. Between some lockers a door said, pool. Charles took my hand and we walk to the door marked pool and went in. I stood with my mouth open seeing a pool that was very long and the width had four swimming lanes. There was a naked guy and gal swimming. There was a liquor bar and several naked guys were sitting there. There were tables and chairs. One table was occupied by two naked couples. Charles said, “During the week and especially after work until 8 PM the pool is used a lot.”
“All I could muster up to saying was, “Wow.”
We then headed back to the elevator and back up to the second floor. When we the door opened it looked like the swimming pool locker room. I frowned and Charles looked at me with a smile and said, “Yep same set up but basket ball and racquet ball.” We walked into the gym but now one was doing basketball and two guys were in shoes/socks on the racquet court with jock straps. I had to snicker.
Charles took me by the hand and we headed up to the third floor. The door opened into a sports bar. It was being used by many and was loud because of the different games and people’s involvement with yelling and shouting. The place was huge with every sport imaginable being viewed. People were all naked and lots of hand activity but no mouth or other.