if you wouldn’t mind introducing me to a few of the other single guests who’ve come here on their tod too?”
“Of course. I’ll make all the arrangements. Can you be ready for 6.30pm?”
“A little tight for time but yes, sure, shouldn’t be a problem.”
“Great, then I’ll come and collect you and we can make our way there together. How does that sound?” she asks.
“Spot on, thanks.”
I order up a bottle of champagne—a large one this time. After all, it’s on the house! Or should I say, on the mansion.
I begin getting myself ready. I think it’s going to be a slightly more civilised evening so I put on a red g-string, some black hold-ups, a sexy LBD, and red stilettos – no bra. My nipples fiercely piercing through; kindly directing me to wherever I need to be.
6.30pm sharp, I just about shit myself at the sudden knock at the door. My heart thumping rapidly, feeling rushed, I answer. I grab my red clutch bag and shut the door behind me.
Natalie and I arrive at the bar. We hover in the doorway as she tries to locate the group. Shit, they’ve really gone all out. I gawp at the eye-catching centrepiece of the room; an extremely long translucent chandelier dangling from the ceiling. Jeez, talk about a showpiece. I could probably touch it if I stood on my tiptoes and reach high enough. It’s that long.
In each corner of the room , on top of round thick slabbed golden pedestals stood naked statues. Wow, they look so life-like. I walk over to the nearest one, a female version, and touch its boob. Why I decided to touch its breast is a question I will probably never be able to answer.
Again, I just about crap myself and yank my hand back as if it’d just been bitten by a dog. I’m very quickly brought to the realisation they’re real humans! The female whose squidgy boob I just randomly pressed against, smiles down at me and winks.
“Sorry,” I whisper.
I continue to watch as every 30 seconds or so they change their poses. Crapping hell that must be exhausting.
There’s a small stage to the front for the cabaret show due to start in fifteen minutes. It’s bustling with many guests being served by topless waitresses and bottomless waiters. Holy hell! I’m astonished into a jaw-dropping reticence, then I notice Natalie waving over to a small group—three guys and one woman. Shit, they all know each other. This is so uncomfortable. She introduces us all.
“Thanks for getting together everyone. I thought it might be a nice idea if some of you met each other, as I know how discomforting it can be coming here on your own. But really there’s no need. You’re all here for the same reason, so at least you have that in common, right?” Natalie says as she breaks the ice for us all.
“Gemma, meet Walt, he’s one of our monthly regulars. Lexi, is a new-comer just like you Gemma and Alex, sorry Alex, I’ve not properly met you myself yet. I’m Natalie, one of the hosts here. Welcome.” She shakes his hand.
“ Everyone, I am pleased to introduce you to Gemma.” There’s an echo of hellos and a number of extended hands awaiting my attention.
“I’ll leave you all to enjoy your evening Ms Bentl’...sorry, Gemma. If you need anything else, you know my number. Have fun everyone.” She exits the bar.
“So,” I say as I turn to face the group. “How’s everyone finding it here?”
“Ja well I dunno about you lot hey but I’m in sex heaven,” Walt pipes up and we all laugh. He has an accent; it’s familiar. I’ll wait until he says more before I comment as it’s a little mixed. Can’t tell if he’s Dutch, possibly German or even Afrikaans speaking.
“Did you all come here
“Of course. I’ll make all the arrangements. Can you be ready for 6.30pm?”
“A little tight for time but yes, sure, shouldn’t be a problem.”
“Great, then I’ll come and collect you and we can make our way there together. How does that sound?” she asks.
“Spot on, thanks.”
I order up a bottle of champagne—a large one this time. After all, it’s on the house! Or should I say, on the mansion.
I begin getting myself ready. I think it’s going to be a slightly more civilised evening so I put on a red g-string, some black hold-ups, a sexy LBD, and red stilettos – no bra. My nipples fiercely piercing through; kindly directing me to wherever I need to be.
6.30pm sharp, I just about shit myself at the sudden knock at the door. My heart thumping rapidly, feeling rushed, I answer. I grab my red clutch bag and shut the door behind me.
Natalie and I arrive at the bar. We hover in the doorway as she tries to locate the group. Shit, they’ve really gone all out. I gawp at the eye-catching centrepiece of the room; an extremely long translucent chandelier dangling from the ceiling. Jeez, talk about a showpiece. I could probably touch it if I stood on my tiptoes and reach high enough. It’s that long.
In each corner of the room , on top of round thick slabbed golden pedestals stood naked statues. Wow, they look so life-like. I walk over to the nearest one, a female version, and touch its boob. Why I decided to touch its breast is a question I will probably never be able to answer.
Again, I just about crap myself and yank my hand back as if it’d just been bitten by a dog. I’m very quickly brought to the realisation they’re real humans! The female whose squidgy boob I just randomly pressed against, smiles down at me and winks.
“Sorry,” I whisper.
I continue to watch as every 30 seconds or so they change their poses. Crapping hell that must be exhausting.
There’s a small stage to the front for the cabaret show due to start in fifteen minutes. It’s bustling with many guests being served by topless waitresses and bottomless waiters. Holy hell! I’m astonished into a jaw-dropping reticence, then I notice Natalie waving over to a small group—three guys and one woman. Shit, they all know each other. This is so uncomfortable. She introduces us all.
“Thanks for getting together everyone. I thought it might be a nice idea if some of you met each other, as I know how discomforting it can be coming here on your own. But really there’s no need. You’re all here for the same reason, so at least you have that in common, right?” Natalie says as she breaks the ice for us all.
“Gemma, meet Walt, he’s one of our monthly regulars. Lexi, is a new-comer just like you Gemma and Alex, sorry Alex, I’ve not properly met you myself yet. I’m Natalie, one of the hosts here. Welcome.” She shakes his hand.
“ Everyone, I am pleased to introduce you to Gemma.” There’s an echo of hellos and a number of extended hands awaiting my attention.
“I’ll leave you all to enjoy your evening Ms Bentl’...sorry, Gemma. If you need anything else, you know my number. Have fun everyone.” She exits the bar.
“So,” I say as I turn to face the group. “How’s everyone finding it here?”
“Ja well I dunno about you lot hey but I’m in sex heaven,” Walt pipes up and we all laugh. He has an accent; it’s familiar. I’ll wait until he says more before I comment as it’s a little mixed. Can’t tell if he’s Dutch, possibly German or even Afrikaans speaking.
“Did you all come here
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