The Club

Shortly before the working day ends you get a notification that you are invited into a group chat; Ms Stevens suggests she can drive you both as she can make the arrangements to have her car parked overnight or returned to her home if the need arises. You text your agreement (deciding to get dressed first this time, though) and a moment later Jack does the same. You manage to get through the remainder of the working hours without further trouble; even if your team sees you send a few text, they do not try to pick on them. You head for the clothes the moment you can, as the office begins to empty.

In the car you talk through a whole lot of random things, staying off the topics of both your work (including today’s success) and what you should expect in the club. That latter omission somewhat unnerves you… And seemingly Jack too, although judging by Ms Stevens’ preferences he should not have too much to worry about. Ms Stevens parks by the entrance of what seems to be a small bar; in fact, the impression is reinforced when you enter the front room with only a couple of people in it. You are no expert in drinks, but the prices seem to be outrageous at a glance. It occurs you a moment later that that’s exactly the point, as Ms Stevens leads the way into a small side door.

This still looks very small-scale, however. There is a bit more space, but only a small reception desk with two people. One of them is a valet and she takes the car keys before dashing off; Ms Stevens has a quick chat with the other, following which he gets up. “This way for the ladies, please”, he indicates. “As one of you is a regular, I trust I won’t be needed. I will take the gentleman through”. The indeed does that, with Jack following him rather meekly. As the thought of a man in the ladies’ area does not seem to be treated as a strange one by anyone present (not to mention it won’t be coming into practice just now anyway), you decide not to focus on that and follow Ms Stevens into the changing room.

This is where the perspective changes. “Changing room” makes one think of a gym - this is an entirely different affair. There are still showers and toilets and lockers, but that’s where similarities end. Your boss is already stripping and you follow her example, she seems to act like there is a lot to get through… And well, there is.

You find yourselves ready half an hour later, if not more; you are not sure as your watch (alongside with all your other belongings, you have absolutely nothing that you came with still on you) is in the locker set to your thumbprint. You are on all fours and fully naked, with a collar around your neck and a light chain being hooked as a pole by the door specifically for that purpose; Ms Stevens is next to you in exactly the same attire and position. You both have had your makeup touched up, your hair washed and dried and loosed again rather inconveniently but apparently in a way that would attract attention, showered and used an anal douche. You are ready… Although for what exactly you’re not entirely sure yet.