Club Kitsune

30 minutes.

Maria thought about how that number, which had seemed so small a few moments ago, now seemed like a age as she crossed the street to Club Kitsune. The sun was setting, staining the clouds a dark crimson as it went down.

Maria was dressed to the nines, wearing the only evening dress she owned. A light blue Kimono style Maxi Dress with a deep v-cut neckline that left her breasts barely tucked in. She was thankful she still had the bra that went with the dress, the line of the dress just barely hiding the connection between the two cups. The legs of the dress split apart at the knee in a to an array of thin strips that moved in the evening wind. With her hair tied up and make-up on she looked almost like a different person. Those who only knew her as the slightly dishevelled and always tired looking “Preffered Contractor” would doubt that it was really her.

The effect of the dress would be ruined somewhat of course if anyone looking at her knew she was wearing a very unflattering pair of panties underneath. Her flow had not eased up all day and so she had had to make the concession of a heavy pad and unflattering panties. Not that she had any intention of letting anyone see them but when you are heading into a swingers club it could cause problems.

Club Kitsune was a basement club, taking up the basement area of three adjacent buildings it marketed itself as a swingers club for the upper classes. Although in reality that just meant anyone who could afford a suit and tie. Still, like every swingers club the world over they only required that men bring a date.

Maria stepped between the two bouncers with ease and began to descend the stairs, feeling as if she was stepping into the lion's jaws as she did.

The staircase was brightly lit, the walls covered in tasteful art, the air filled with gentle piano music. At the bottom there was a small booth in which sat a young woman whose dress seemed to have been made with the goal of finding the minimum amount of fabric you could use whilst still being considered decent.

She looked up as Maria came down the steps, wordlessly she pushed a small key under the glass and gestured to the door on her right.

Maria was not too surprised at the knowing reaction she had gotten as she took the key and went into what proved to be a changing area/shower room. It only served to confirm her suspicions about the club.

She had no desire to strip off and she had brought nothing else with her. So, with a glance at the clock above the door, she headed out into the club proper.

The clock showed that she had 26 minutes.