When I was young, I'd slowly accumulated some cheap leather chaps, a harness, studded boots and other things to wear when I attended these clubs. All that stuff still existed in boxes on a shelf in the top of my closet. Charles had called me at thelast minute. I hadn't had time to change out of my work clothes, let alone get that old stuff out and look it over.
The alcohol mixed with men's cologne on the air brought back even more memories. How much prep I used to do before an evening out. Waxing, tanning, hairstyles that flattered my thick dark locks. I used to work out a little, too, mostly to keep myself in shape and not to become bigger than I already was. I was six-three with broad shoulders but slender muscles, leaner more than bulging. I never had a problem finding dates.
Now it all came rushing back to me. I was older now. Married to my law career. I had a good position and enjoyed it. With mostly vanilla boyfriends and little time off, I'd admittedly neglected my personal life. And my fantasies.
As I looked around, I realized how much I had changed. The excitement in my early twenties had reduced to levels of boredom. I wasn't sure what I wanted and I certainly felt a little awkward in the moment.
Charles must have noticed. He nudged my upper arm and said, “Let's get a few drinks in you.”
I rolled my eyes. “And then what?”
“And then we'll see where it all leads. All work and no play, right?”
“You think it's time I let loose a little.”
“I know it is.”
I followed him to the bar and we stood in a fast-moving line. When we got to the front I ordered a beer only to have Charles interrupt and order us both screwdrivers.
“Beer is boring," was his comment.
“Fine.” Maybe he was right. Plus, I did like any drink with orange juice in it.
“Do you even remember the last time you were here?” he asked, voice raised to be heard over the din of industrial dance music.
“Maybe ten years ago.”
“Things have changed a bit. It's fancier. They've added on.”
“Really?”
“I'll show you around.”
The bar and dance floor were bigger than I remembered, upgraded. From the amount of people here on a Friday night I guessed the club was doing quite well. If they could afford to add on and spruce up, they were definitely making a hefty profit.
We walked around the dance floor admiring some of the beautiful bodies, some topless, some sweating in hot leather from head to toe. There were lots of piercings and tattoos. Some nice revealing G strings. Guys with muscles that defied logic.
Back in the day visions like that would have me instantly aroused. I was always ready to experiment and explore. Some things I liked and some I didn't. And as I got older one of the things I didn't like was a blatant casualness that permeated the edges of sweat-drenched flesh and hot, pupil-blown eyes.
The kink community was like a family if you were in the in-crowd. Hugs, laughter, parties that spilled out into the night and on to private dwellings to keep the party going for hours and to the next day. Families took care of each other. The sex was great. But a lot of that time period ended in a fog for me and I couldn't allow that if I was going to concentrate on my studies and eventually get into law school.
Charles and I made our way through the crowd to a series of long hallways that led to large private rooms. The place definitely had grown. The rooms were huge and the halls went on seemingly forever. The club had taken over the entire big building.
We stopped to admire an elaborate whipping room. Posts, chains, ropes, Saint Andrews crosses. Men moaning, beautiful bodies streaked with pink welts. I'd been there. I've done that. A shiver came over my skin as my body remembered. Some peopletook to that innately well. They talked about subspace and pain being like a drug. I had found it difficult for my mind to go to those places. A couple times I tried being a Dom but that didn't do a thing for me.
We moved on, peeking into orgy rooms where everyone looked like they were having a good time, then a room full of bare bottoms being spanked. That give me a tiny thrill. Something inside me stirred. I definitely liked the spanking a lot better than the flogging.
“Want to go in?” Charles grinned.
“Maybe save it for when the tour is over. I do like watching.”
“I remember.”
We moved on.
Charles led me to an area that was all new to me.
“What’s this?” I asked.
