A Night On The Town

Closing the front door behind me I was once again out in the night air. I breathed in the scents that only come out during the night and sighed with contentment.

With a silly grin I walked down the short path and back onto the street. I walked towards the center of town, not really knowing what I’d do there. All I knew was that I wanted to see what else I could see and do here in this parallel world.

The streets were empty as I traveled down this road for the second time today. No cars drove past while I took the same path as when I followed Mia and Karen this morning. Each lamppost along the way lending some illumination to help me see. The night was quiet, except for distant traffic, as it usually was. There was even a slight chill in the occasional breeze. Moths were swarming around the light fixtures of each lamp and I could hear them sometimes thumping futilely against the glass. I also heard a dog barking in the distance.

Once again it struck me with just how real it all felt that I could believe that I hadn’t left my boring mundane life. It was eerie how real this night-darkened street felt. I’ve walked down my street before and this is exactly how it felt every time. Real.

And that’s why it creeped me out.

I watched the houses on each side as I passed them. I remembered each one perfectly from walking by them every day. I remembered playing with some of the kids on this street when I was younger. Each house looked exactly the same, if not for a few changes over the years. Like that fence being painted over last year. Or that house when it got its roof tiles replaced. Or the sidewalk being repaired after having cracks in it for so long. It was all there. Everything from my world was here. Enough to fool me into feeling like I’d never left.

It was uncanny. That was it. The uncanny valley feeling.

That’s what I’ve been feeling every time I wasn’t around these women. Like, at any point I could walk out of this twilight zone and not even notice before I go and embarrass myself in front of actual people.

That would be... Well, pretty shitty.

I don’t want to be arrested for groping a real person if I thought it was one of these women. I would have no excuses to make.

So, I have to be very careful each time I meet a new person after losing sight of the people here. I need to be careful and check their reactions to small things before trying anything big. One thing to always look out for would be signs of other men around. That would be a big giveaway. Not just the men themselves but other things that would suggest their presence in the world, like toilet or changing room signs.

Another thing to look out for would be clothing stores that I know to cater towards men or both men and women. They would have clothing made for men and mannequins dressed up in said clothing.

Movies would be another. A lot of movies from my world also exist in this world from what I saw earlier today in the middle of the city. Billboards and posters had shown a few that I was aware of but with this world’s own feminine twist. If I get someone from this world to talk about the actors, or rather the actresses, then that's a good sign, too.

Perhaps the biggest sign would have to be the whole being ignored shtick. If I just went up to a woman and groped her without realizing that I’d been plopped back in my world somehow, then that’s a big no-no. But if I did something big enough to get some kind of attention that wasn’t so... ****, that could tell me if I was still in paradise or not.

I just had no idea what attention-seeking thing to do exactly.

I might have to come up with something on the spot when the time comes.

But for an example, if I met a woman, or women, here on this street, either walking towards me or walking past me, and I felt like messing around with them, how do I play it safe then? There wouldn’t be any movie posters to glance at to the side of a residential street. And if I start talking with them, one man in the middle of the night talking with strangers about random topics, then a normal woman might feel threatened by that.

So, what would I have to do?

Maybe grope them anyway? And if they react poorly, just run away?

I really don’t want to have to do that.

If only I could get some form of instant confirmation. Like looking at my phone and searching up on those movies. But I came to this world naked. No luck there.

Unless...

Unless I went and got myself a phone here. Now that’s an idea.

And a phone could be useful in other ways too. Like getting the contact info of all the girls I take a particular liking to here in this bizarre world. And, of course being able to learn more about this world's history.

But would I have to pay for one? Judging by the free bus ride I had today that would be a no. But it would probably be best to find those signs of confirmation as I’m picking a phone out at some store. No way am I getting arrested for something like shoplifting after all the things I’ve done already.

But I don’t think there will be many electronics stores open too late. Although, maybe the department store by the mall would be open. Did they close at ten? Or was it midnight? I couldn’t remember. I know that some convenience stores open late, but they tend not to sell phones.

Oh well. I’ll keep an eye out. Most likely I’ll have to wait till tomorrow. Besides, it’s only around nine in the evening. Or, it was last time I checked.

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I was walking by a row of stores, some of them closed for the day, and idly looking in through their windows out of mild curiosity. I watched as people working late looked bored as business died down. I watched as people made their way home after finishing work themselves. A few stepped into the late-night businesses to do a little bit of shopping.

I saw someone locking up a shoe store while their co-worker kept them company before walking off down the street. A group of three restaurant workers stood on the sidewalk smoking and chatting while the last of their clientele finished up their dinners before leaving.

A truck was unloading a small late-night delivery to a convenient store across the street. The owner stood outside talking with the driver. Further down, a bar and restaurant combo seemed to be in full swing as a small crowd of people waited outside to get in or simply talked or smoked. I could see a group of four making their way straight to that bar while wearing some stylish evening attire.

I walked by all of it. I took my time taking it all in. I watched and took note of all the people I could. I kept an eye out and yet I could not see a single man.

Not even in the bar.

So maybe I was afraid for nothing. Maybe I won't suddenly shift back to my world without noticing the change.

Maybe I was stuck here...

I... really... don’t know how I feel about that.

Now. Now that I’ve had time to calm down from all the sex and the weirdness. Now that I’ve had time to process... all this.

Earlier, I reveled in the idea of being in a world full of free sex, and it’s still exciting of course, but...

The whole ignoring thing... it feels like it could get really lonely, real fast. Walking down this street at night as people went about their business, or closing up their business, or eating and bar hopping really compounded that thought.

It felt like I was some kind of separate entity. An entity that could sidle up to anyone smoothly and without issue.

Gawd, I thought as I stopped walking. I didn’t expect to miss being noticed in my world. Or miss having a real conversation with someone who would respond like I was a real person to them.

Imagine that, getting an awesome sexual fantasy fulfilled for you, only to end up wanting things to go back to normal. Almost.

I mean my dick still wanted to indulge in the buffet of women, a buffet the size of the world, but a little acknowledgement from them, even over something small, would have gone a long way for my sanity.

I stood there mulling some more over my place in the universe as another group of women walked by me. One of them had to walk around me before meeting back up ahead of me.

I looked them over as I noticed that they were heading away from the bar. And I also noticed the pretty skimpy outfits they wore.

The one that walked around me wore a short, tight, form-fitting, black dress that left her shoulders bare, with only two thin straps keeping it from falling. And that’s if the tightness didn’t keep it in place. She had high-heeled shoes that uncovered most of her feet and a matching black purse over one shoulder and her hair seemed to be a perfect mess of brown. It had the whole “I woke up like this” sort of look to it. And if she was wearing underwear, I couldn’t tell as I couldn’t see any panty lines under that tight thing.

The one in the middle wore black leather-looking shorts that only just covered her rear end. Her legs were bare like the first girls but this one wore leather-looking black boots that almost reached the knee. Her top, from what I could see from behind them, was a collection of narrow strips of cloth and lace that couldn’t really be called clothing by any real standards. A large portion of her back was left uncovered too. Her short dark hair was kept in a ponytail and had a sheen to it. She, too, had a purse over one shoulder.

The third girl was the tallest of the three and wore what was probably the most in my opinion. Though it was no less sexy. This one had a pleated dark navy skirt, also short as hell. Dark tights covered her legs and she wore this strappy pair of black shoes/sandals? I don’t know. Women’s shoes were odd. For her top she wore a short leather-like jacket that showed off her midriff-baring black tank top that had a voluminous sort of texture. Her brown hair was as tastefully unruly as the first girls but with more volume. And, of course, she too had a purse.

As they walked ahead of me, I couldn’t help but start walking again. This time I was thinking about how I thought the slight breeze I felt earlier tonight was a little chilly. But these girls didn’t seem fazed by it.

I walked, shaking my head at women’s dedication to looking sexy at the cost of being warm.

Of course, I might also have shaken my head at a man’s ability to be easily distracted by sexy women... but it never occurred to me.

I was so lost in the movement of their legs and asses that it took me a while to realize that I had followed them all the way to a corner where they began to turn onto a side street. I paused a moment there.

I watched them walk away up a street that had barely anything open and very few lights. I deliberated on whether or not to follow them and see what kind of fun I could find. But the idea of following them down this somewhat darkened street made me feel all kinds of creepy. Of course, that feeling applied more to the real world than to this weird clone of it but the feeling was there nonetheless.

Standing there for a moment longer I shrugged. Why not just see where they were taking their cute asses and decide from there? Even if I had to hang back a little to make myself not feel like a creeper (as if I wasn’t already after today).

So, I ended up following them.

At first that creeper feeling persisted, especially between lamp posts, but then I began to hear some deep thumping coming from ahead. For a moment I forgot I was following these three girls and became curious in the sound.

As I got closer, I began to hear music accompanying the thumping of a bass. The girls giggled about something but I wasn’t paying them any more attention at this point. I was more interested in the sound of some kind of club around the corner at the end of this street. Of course, that didn’t stop me from eyeing them up before we reached the corner.

Maybe that's where these girls were headed? They were certainly dressed for clubbing.

I lost sight of the girls when they rounded the corner so I picked up the pace to catch up. Once I got there I had to stop and stare at the sight. Across the road was a building three stories high with a decent parking lot next to it. The building had a neon sign above the entrance with the name “Insatiable” in flashing multicolour. The rest of the building seemed a nondescript grey.

However, the building wasn’t the reason I stopped.

As the three girls crossed the road to reach their destination, I took note of the long line of women waiting to get into the club. Along the opposite sidewalk stood a buffet of women standing around for their turn to party, their outfits just as sexy and stylish as the three that I followed. Hell, some were even more revealing. There were those in some of the shortest skirts I’ve ever seen. Others wore tube tops that were so narrow that some ladies were showing off both cleavage and under-boob. Some wore dark colors like the three that I followed here while others wore some bright colors.

So many women wearing sexy to skimpy to downright pornographic clothes standing in a line. So much skin on display. Hnnnng!

Now, I’m not usually a fan of clubbing. I’ve gone a few times with friends but never really enjoyed it besides the drinks and some eye candy walking by. But this? This was my kind of party.

I waited for a car to drive past before crossing the road. Once on the other side I got a closer look at these ladies. The three that I followed made their way to the end of the line while I just stood near the middle but apart from everyone.

Once again, I contemplated the possibility that reality might have dumped me back in my world without me knowing. If that happened as I was trying something with these women then I’d be screwed. So, I tried to think of a way to test them without the possibility of jail time in my future.

Maybe if I tried cutting in line? Usually that would make someone a bit upset. So, if they reacted to me jumping in front of them, all I had to do was apologize and walk away. I’ll walk away and go home because if this was my world, no way am I clubbing in a borrowed tracksuit.

If they didn’t react, I could just waltz inside past that tall lady in the suit by the door. The lady that looked like she could lift two of me over her shoulders and eat a third for breakfast...

Heck, even she looked attractive in this world. Now, usually I wasn’t too keen on women with big muscles but she somehow looked really sexy herself. And, well, the muscles weren’t too big, honestly. She had this lean dangerous look to her that somehow retained feminine curves.

If I ever wanted a sexy bodyguard, not that I needed one in this world, but if I did, I’d hire her. Plus, she was a redhead, her long hair tied in a ponytail. And even that ponytail added to the whole dangerous look somehow. And to complete the look she wore a full business suit with pants instead of a skirt. All formfitting to show off her gains. Toned and sexy gains.

I looked back at the queue trying to psyche myself up to test these women when my wandering eye saw a couple girls. Now, these were the ones that seemed like they walked off the set of a porno.

One wore a blue bikini top to cover her large chest, larger than what I’m used to. Maybe bigger than double D’s. That bikini top could only just cover her nipples and the bottom part of her boob flesh. She also had really short black shorts over the bottoms to her blue bikini with a black belt with gold studs wrapped around her hips. Even further down she wore thigh high boots with high heels. Her long blonde hair went down to the middle of her back.

The other woman was even more exposed as she was only wearing a mesh top with nothing hiding her nipples to anyone who cared to look. The top was sleeveless and left the stomach uncovered too. And the “fabric” was stretched enough over her assets that even if that top had more thread to it, it would still have exposed her nipples to the air. And her pleated skirt was so short that I could see her thong even from where I stood. Then, of course, she had simple sandals, as if she needed more exposure. Her brown hair was tied in a similar ponytail to the bouncer lady.

Jesus.

Looking left and right I could see a few others dressed just as scantily. Most of the others were somewhat decent, though.

But damn.

Do girls in my world dress like that for clubbing? Maybe in some real dodgy places and if they were actual sluts. But in a club in my city that’s only just opened for the night? If there was, then a bunch of men would flock to this place. But I couldn’t see any. Unless it was a woman’s only club?

I looked around to see if there was some indication of gender segregation like a sign or something. Nothing.

And the bouncer is a woman.

So, I must be in this parallel world still.

Still I decided to cut in line in front of those... porn stars. I stepped between them and the girls in front of them. I waited for a confused glance, an annoyed stare, an “excuse you?” but nothing came.

They didn’t even look at me. No acknowledgement of my existence. They just kept waiting and talked to each other.

“–pre-drinks are wearing off. Can we hurry this up so I can get my buzz back?” The bikini top lady muttered to her mesh top friend.

“I know, right?” Mesh replied. She crossed her arms beneath her breasts, propping them up in the process. “The place only just opened its doors, like, ten minutes ago.”

They continued to mutter to each other as I got distracted by Mesh’s breasts. Her nipples were poking through the mesh top and were slightly hard out here. Maybe she was actually feeling some of the cold? Or maybe a slut like her was almost always randy? Didn’t matter.

“Hey, I like your outfits.” I decided to say. I wanted to try and get some conversation going and see what I could see. Didn’t hurt to experiment.

The two of them looked at me, not surprised by my sudden intrusion, and smiled politely.

“Thanks.” “Thank you.” Bikini and Mesh said respectively.

“Which do you think is better?” Bikini actually asked me. That surprised me a little. “I like to think that I’m the more stylish of the both of us.”

Mesh just huffed in amusement at that comment.

It took me a second to find a response after recovering from that mild surprise. “Well, that’s a tough one. You both look great, but I’d have to say that the mesh top is a really interesting touch.”

That had Mesh grinning wide at Bikini in triumph. Bikini just rolled her eyes good-humouredly.

“Of course, Zoe had to try and one up me.” Bikini said to me with a smirk.

“You know, it’s not always a competition.” Zoe countered.

“Sure, sure.” Bikini said, not believing Zoe for a second. Zoe just shook her head at her friend.

“So, your Zoe,” I said pointing at Mesh girl. “But what’s your name?” I asked, pointing at Bikini girl.

“I’m Camila.” Bikini answered. She was completely unconcerned about giving out her name like that. On her face was no sign of suspicion or distrust.

“Nice to meet you.” I told them.

“Nice to meet you.” “Same here.” Camila and Zoe greeted back.

After their introductions, I wondered about what to do next. Stay here in the line with these two? Go inside and see what the club is like? Something else?

“Ah, finally. The line moved.” Camila said, interrupting my thoughts.

Sure enough, the girls in front of me in the queue had shifted forward a couple steps. Without thinking I moved forward too. Everyone else behind me stepped forward also. But then I remembered that I didn’t have wait in the line since, well, I could walk in and be ignored. But then, for some reason I wanted to stay and talk more with Camila and Zoe.

I thought about what I wanted to do some more as I gazed at Zoe’s breasts. I really wanted to touch them. Both hers and Camila’s. But there was that doubt again. Even though everything in front of my eyes was telling me I was still here in this wacky parallel world I still faltered.

“Is this a woman’s only club?” I asked Camila and Zoe.

They both seemed a little confused by the question.

“Woman’s only? What do you mean?” Camila asked, her head tilted slightly as she frowned.

“...I mean... are men allowed into this club?” I tried again.

“Men?” Zoe repeated, sounding the word out.

“I’m really not sure what you mean.” Camila shook her head, her expression apologetic.

That answered that question alright.

“Okay, that’s fine. Don’t worry about it.” I told them. Their expressions almost immediately cleared with relief.

Taking that as my cue I raised my hand to plant it on Zoe’s mesh covered chest. As I did that a part of me tensed for a moment. I didn’t see any anger from Zoe, just the expression of someone idly waiting in line.

I squeezed her left breast harder but still got no reaction.

There we go. Still stuck here.

I raised my other hand and fondled Camila’s bikini clad chest. No reaction there.

My hands continued to squeeze and fondle even as their muttering started back up.

“If the line could move again that’d be really great.” Camila voiced to us. Or to Zoe. She might have already started to ignore me again.

“Mm-hm.” Zoe agreed with a grunt.

Maybe... Maybe I should take them with me. I certainly didn’t have to stay here. But can I even do that? Will the bouncer lady let that slide? Can I just say that they were with me? But then, even if that was allowed, wouldn’t these two just move off to do their own thing the moment I looked away from them? Could I get them to stick with me all night?

That’s something to test. Can I make someone in this world follow orders for an extended amount of time? Even without me reminding them.

Okay then. How about this? “Hey, Camila, Zoe?”

“Yeah?” “Uh-huh?”

“How about us three stick together all night? I’d like to party with you two for a while.” I asked. This was my first experiment, to see if they’ll stay with me and not just go back to ignoring me.

“Yeah, sure. Sounds fun. Right Zoe?” Camila agreed with a small smile.

“Yeah, okay. Don’t see why not.” Zoe said, pretty chill.

“Cool.” Was all I said in return. I went back to groping their boobs.

I flicked at Zoe’s left nipple and got a satisfying reaction in the full hardening of said nipple. I kept that up and felt Zoe give a small twitch every time I flicked her.

I shook my head as I remembered that I wanted to try and get into the club with these two in tow. I let go of their chests and took their hands in mine.

“Come on.” I said and started leading them out of the line and towards the entrance.

“Where are we going?” Camila asked. Once again there was no concern in her voice. She just wanted to know.

“I’m getting us into this club now.” I told both of them.

“Oh, okay then.” Camila replied sounding not exactly robotic, just accepting.

“That’s cool. Beats waiting.” Zoe added.

For a moment I enjoyed the wholesome feeling of holding a girl’s hand, let alone two.

We got to the head of the line. None of the other women made any kind of sour comment that I was getting ahead of them. The bouncer lady glanced our way as we approached but didn’t seem concerned. The music coming from the entrance got a bit louder.

We then stood right next to the redheaded bouncer.

She acted like she didn’t notice us so I tried getting her attention. “Excuse me?”

She turned her head to look at me and the girls besides me. “Yeah?”

“Um... I’m taking these two inside with me.” I told her. I subconsciously held my breath waiting for a rebuke.

“Sure.” Was all she said as she stepped back to give us room to walk through the entrance.

I breathed out in relief.

“Okay. Remember to stick with me, got that?” I asked Camila and Zoe.

Camila nodded her understanding while Zoe said, “Just get some drinks in me already.”

Camila snorted. “Yeah, what she said.”

I smiled and pulled them in with me as I stepped through the door to the thumping base of some kind of house, techno, trance or whatever the hell kind of music they called it.

All I know was it was just loud.