The Club with No Name

The club was another few blocks away, which passed largely in silence. The three of my companions were all nervous to see where we were going and I chose to stoke the tension by offering them no hints.

The front of the place was still as crappy as ever. The building was in poor repair, the sign was still missing, and there was no doorman or line outside. Because who would wait to get in here and why would they want to exclude anyone? I abruptly stopped in front of the door and turned to yell “Ta-da!”

“Wait, here?” Ria asked.

“Yes, my dear. Right through this door.” I held open the chipped and peeled wooden door and gestured down the stairs. The club itself was in the basement and opening the door released the strong smell of stale smoke and the pounding reverb of a badly tuned sound system.

“If you’re sure…” She said nervously.

“Very sure. Come on, all of you.”

The four of us headed down into the club. The place had clearly seen its heyday in the 80’s and never been updated. I wasn’t even sure if it had been cleaned in that time. The clientele hadn’t changed either. The dance floor had a few folks on it and some of the tables were occupied, but it was a tiny crowd, no more than two dozen. Ria and Diana were the youngest by at least twenty years, but given how leathery the other women were from years of smoking the gap looked much larger. They kept the lights low to compensate, bathing the place in the glow of old neon.

We picked the least filthy booth and took it, but we still had to sweep the seats and table clean before sitting down.

“Dan…” Ria started to protest, but I put my finger over her lips to hush her.

“This is the place, Ria. Now, could you be a dear and get us some drinks? The table service here is pretty terrible.” I gently slid the coat off her shoulders and set it aside in the booth. “There, you won’t be needing this down here.” I slipped a bank note out of my wallet and tucked it in her bra. “Just get a pitcher and four glasses.”

Ria looked at the bar, which was jammed shoulder to shoulder with some foul looking pensioners. But, she had re-committed to this night, so she headed across the room. The women in the club were all dressed pretty scandalously, but Ria in heels and black lingerie stood out even among that crowd. I watched her toned ass move in her thong as she made her way through the club. A sidelong glance told me that Mitch and Diana watched intently as well.

Ria found an opening at the end of the bar and had to bend over it to wave the bartender over. The man at the end clearly appreciated that. He reached over and gave Ria’s ass a firm pinch. Ria indignantly turned and slapped him across the mouth, said something I couldn’t hear from this distance, then grabbed the pitcher and glasses to return to the table.

“Why did you hit him?” I asked.

“That wanker pinched me when I was ordering the drinks!” Ria huffed.

“...And? What right does that give you to hit him?”

“But-” Ria continued to protest, but I cut her off.

“Mitch had his fingers inside you back at the pub and you didn’t hit him.” Ria blushed, Mitch looked sheepish, and Diana put on her best ‘I KNEW IT’ face.

“Mitch is your friend though…”

“Tonight, anyone I say is my friend is my friend. And you need to be nice to my friends, understand? Now let’s go apologize.”

Ria gave me a ‘Please no’ look, but I still led her over by the hand like a disobedient schoolgirl. The guy was much older than us, clearly early fifties by the grey hair and outdated clothes. He was working on a cheap pint and rubbing his cheek I tapped the guy on the shoulder, and when he saw me with Ria, he raised his hands in the ‘No problem’ gesture.

“Look mate, I didn’t know she was here with you…” He started in, worrying I was there for a fight.

“No, no, you’ve got it all wrong,” I said, “Ria is here to apologize to you. Ria?” She was sheepishly trying to hide behind me, so I pushed her forward.

“I’m sorry for hitting you… sir.” The guy was old enough to be her father, so it seemed appropriate.

“What did you say to her?” I asked him.

“It was nothin’,” He stumbled, “I just said, ‘As long as I’ve got a face, she’ll have a place to sit.’”

“Did you mean it?”

“What?” He looked shocked.

“Do you really want to eat her pussy? Because that can be arranged.” Ria gripped my bicep, but I didn’t relent. The guy looked back and forth, apparently questioning whether he was being led on, but ultimately his dick won out. He nodded like an eager puppy. I told him how to get into the stockroom with the broken lock, and led Ria off to meet him there.

“Dan, listen to me.” Ria said as we waited. “I won’t complain or doubt you again tonight. And I’ll hold up my end of the promise. But I’ll need another promise from you too. Not just to marry me.”

“Yes, anything.”

“It’s obvious that you want me to be a… different kind of woman tonight. And I’ll do it, all of it. But you can’t look at me any differently tomorrow. If you couldn’t respect me then I’d be broken.”

I tenderly took her face in my hands. “Ria, I love you. Tonight isn’t about a different kind of woman, this is exactly the kind of woman I want. There’s going to be punishments tonight, just as there will be during our marriage. But I think you know that and you’re ready for it. That’s why you came when I called and when you didn’t leave when Diana offered you the chance. All you need to do is give yourself permission.”

Ria started tearing up at this, but she didn’t run away. She grabbed my hips and pulled me into a deep kiss, and I had my ‘Yes.’