Rachelle introduced us to two of her friends, Jean and Marie. Both appeared to be in their late 30s with dark hair. They were both around the same height, but I noticed Marie accomplished that with a pair of terrifying heels. She gave me a friendly smile and shook her hand gently.
Predictably, Jean was pouring on the charm. This would be an early test of my ability to not strangle every man who came onto Kitten this evening.
“You are a Kitten, but I see no ears or a tail,” he said, smiling. If that was his idea of being charming, he was in for a rude surprise.
“Oh, I have them, but I only wear them for my fiance,” she said, glancing my way and smiling.
I’d decided that at that point, no matter what else happened this evening, one of my favourite moments was going to be Kitten casual crushing this man’s desire to fuck her. It flashed across his face for only a moment, but we all saw it.
“Ah, I see,” he said, looking my way. “Well, you are a fortunate man.”
Translated: “How the fuck did you pull this off?”
“Oh, I know I am,” I said, giving her hand a little squeeze.
Translated: “Fuck off and die, she’s mine.”
Who said this evening wasn’t going to be fun?
Rachelle and Kitten chatted, with Jean joining in after a few moments of pouting. Marie began talking to me.
“My husband has all the subtlety of a tank, but he’s basically a good man. Now that your Kitten has laid the ground rules, he’ll behave himself,” she said, moving a little closer to me. “Rachelle said it’s your first time at one of these clubs. Playing or visiting?”
“I have a curious Kitten,” I said, and she smiled perhaps more than that comment deserved. “She doesn’t really have an interest in playing with another man. She mostly wanted to see what the place was like after Rachelle extended the invite.”
“Only men are off-limits? What about women?” Marie asked. It wasn’t just an idly curious question.
“For tonight, everyone is off-limits. But I followed her lead about this place. If she wants to come back one day and says a woman is on-limits, we’ll see how that goes. But for tonight, some playtime is as far as we’ll go.”
“Well, not a complete loss then. If your Kitten changes her mind I hope I’m there for that day,” she said.
There was something to be said about Marie’s behaviour, and I’m willing to bet many of the others here at the club. They didn’t waste time being coy about what they wanted. They were here to have fun and get laid.
Not interested? Cool, have a good evening. At least I didn’t have to worry about Kitten being harassed or chased this evening.
Now that I had a moment to catch my breath, I looked around the place. It was two-storey, with the ground floor looking like any of a hundred different clubs I’ve been to over the years. A large bar area occupied the left side of the space, where people were chatting and drinking. There were also plenty of mirrors and I noticed plenty of people checking the mirrors to see if anyone was checking them out. On the right side were some tables, but also couches and chairs. Most of them were occupied; surprisingly, people were behaving themselves. Some making out, but nothing sexual was happening.
Towards the back was a large dance floor. Rachelle said it probably wouldn’t get started until midnight. The place was decently crowded for a Thursday night. And unlike Gillian’s assessment that it would be filled with couples in the 50s, there was a decent mix. Most seemed in their 30s, but there were some older, a handful in their 20s.
Then there was the spiral staircase that went up to the second floor. I had a pretty good idea of what happened up there.
“And how are we doing, Ben?” Rachelle said from behind me, snapping me out of my daze.
“So far, so good,” I said, noting that Kitten was chatting with another couple closer to her age at the bar. Jean and Marie had moved along. I mentally took a deep breath. I would have to get used to Kitten drawing a lot of attention this evening and not act like a protective asshole.
“You’re doing fine,” Rachelle said, more a reaffirmation statement for me, than a question. “Trust me, I’ve been coming here for a decade and I am very familiar with all the signs of an impending jealousy fit. You’re fine.”
“So where am I on your scale of things?” I asked. I was genuinely curious.
Rachelle smiled and I was reminded how beautiful she was. Many women were dressed pretty slutty this evening and, well, it was a swingers club, so why not. Rachelle managed to be… erotic. Like every woman here she was balanced on dangerous heels. She wore a red pencil skirt that stopped short of her knees. A black top with just enough translucency to hint at the push-up bra she was wearing underneath. Her blonde hair was piled in a messy bun on top of her head. And around her neck was a gold necklace that had an infinity charm at the end.
She was stunning, and I had absolutely no interest in her. Furthermore, she knew it and knew why. Rather than be frustrated or annoyed, she seemed to find it charming.
“You’re processing things, Ben. Which is, as I understand, how you deal with things. Observe, take in all the information, figure out a course of action, and then go forward,” she said.
Wow.
“Kitten told you?” I asked.
“I have a Masters in Psychology,” she replied. “And Kitten mentioned you might behave like this.”
I laughed and shook my head. Some music began to play, and a few people made their way towards the dance floor. I didn’t recognize the song, but I was never much of a dancer, even before the accident.
“Did you give her any advice on how to make sure I didn’t get lost in my head?”
Now it was Rachelle’s turn to laugh.
“She’s your fiance, Ben. I think she has many effective techniques for distracting you, as you’re about to find out,” she said.
And with that, Kitten popped around from behind her, came up to me and hugged me. I wrapped my arms around her and was reminded just how much I missed her. We’d been apart for maybe 30 minutes as we were chatting with others. We were in each other’s line of sight at all times. Yet, I could feel her squeeze me harder than usual, reassuring me that she missed me.
“And how’s your night going, Kitten?” I asked.
“It’s been fun. Certainly lots of people are interested in talking to me,” she said, grinning.
“There are plenty of mirrors around here, Kitten. I don’t think I need to tell you how incredibly sexy you look,” I said.
She was already pretty red, but I could see her flush a bit more. She bit her lip and did a little swaying thing with her hips.
“Thank you, Daddy,” she said, in her coy voice.
You’d have to be blind and deaf to miss the signals she was putting out. I was astonished she’d last this long before wanting to go upstairs. I was about to make my apologies to Rachelle, where she provided some tips for upstairs.
“There’s a big, open playroom area where there is a pole if you want to dance, a swing, couches and a couple of beds. There are some larger rooms with multiple or King beds. And there are a few smaller rooms where you can play but people can watch from the hall. Remember, there are no closed doors here. Finally, there are lockers for your belongings, which I advise you to use,” she said.
“So, go have some fun. Kitten and Ben, as new and sexy as you are, everyone has already noticed you. This club being this club, everybody already knows that you’re just here to play with each other. So relax and have fun,” she said.
Then, to my surprise, she leaned in and kissed me. Her lips were warm, wet and tasted of something exotic I couldn’t place. Her tongue briefly slipped into my mouth and I snapped out of my shock and remembered where I was and who I was with. I placed my hands on her hips and briefly pressed her towards my body. After a few seconds, which felt much longer than that, she stepped back, breaking the kiss.
“Ah, it’s nice to know I guessed correctly,” she said, smiling.
“Which is?” I managed to get out, with my brain working on about half power.
“That you know how to kiss. And that you can stop thinking and enjoy the moment,” she said.
Then she turned and pulled a slightly confused and dazed-looking Kitten in for a kiss. If I was initially hesitant in my kiss, Kitten melted into Rachelle’s body almost immediately. Rachelle’s hands slid down Kitten’s body and she gently squeezed her ass, which made Kitten jump a bit.
It wasn’t a huge make-out session, but the kiss had passion to it. Finally, Rachelle broke the kiss and smiled at Kitten, who was trying to figure out what time zone she was in. Rachelle leaned in and whispered something in her ear. Kitten smiled and nodded.
“There you go,” she said to both of us. “Something to warm you up. And I think you’ll find no shortage of people watching and the world didn’t end.”
A quick glance showed that a number of the club members were watching us. I didn’t feel weird so I guess I was warmed up.
“Go have fun. I’ll check in on you later,” she said and then walked over to another couple. Kitten and I looked at each other in a daze. Then I took her hand and we made our way upstairs. Although not before I cursed having to try and go up the stairs. They were more artistic than practical, especially when you have a bum knee and a cane.
“Should I ask what she whispered to you?” I said. Kitten had her arm looped through mine and was leaning into my body.
“Maybe later,” Kitten said, as our first naked couple of the evening walked by. Well, he was completely naked; she was still in a garter, stockings and heels. They waved hello and then popped into a room where another couple were already fucking. They hopped on the bed, said hello and began kissing and touching the other couple.
Kitten looked at me for a moment and grinned.
We spent the next 10 minutes or so walking around the floor. We saw couples swapping, a few threesomes, and the large room appeared to have an orgy going with about six or seven participating. We were both massively overdressed, as most people had already shed their clothing, so we got a few curious looks.