The after after party

Dinner is great, probably 1 of the best meals you've ever had, although you're distracted the entire time, thinking about the party. When it's time to go to Bruno's exclusive after after party, you find it hard to stand with the tent in your pants, and Bruno notices and laughs. After a short car ride, you arrive at what looks like a nightclub in downtown Shanghai, where mean looking bouncers stand out with their clipboards, refusing entry to many people who have heard about the party. They recognize Bruno immediately and wave him through, but stop you. You're surprised and call out to Bruno, and he looks over his shoulder and tells the bouncer to let you in.

Once through the doors, there's a short line leading into a heavy, purple curtain. Bruno gets in line behind some models, chatting them up and introducing you to them. They seem friendly, but also a little drunk already, probably after consuming tons of food and **** after their fashion show.

"What's the curtain for? Are they checking for names twice?" you ask Bruno.

He smiles in response. "No, the guys outside are pretty thorough. This is something like a coat check. You'll see," he says as the line moves forward. There's a tiny light above the curtain that alternates between red and green. Obviously, red means stop, green means go. Bruno's next in line as he looks up at the red light. You 2 stand there, waiting for about 2 minutes before the light turns green and Bruno reaches for the curtain. "I'll see you in there," he says with a wink, then disappears past the purple fabric. You catch a glimpse inside, but you can't really see anything, further adding to your curiosity.

You look behind you and there are several more people, including Alessandra Ambrosio 2 spots back. She recognizes you from before and waves, and you wave back, before she points upwards at the light. It's green. You nod and cautiously push your way pass the curtains. Inside, it's a short hallway, with identical curtains in front of you, the wall to your left, and a counter to the right where a Chinese woman in her late 20s is wearing a traditional red Chinese dress.

"Good evening, sir. First time?" she asks in a British accent.

"Uh... yes. I'm with Bruno, the guy before me."

"I see. Welcome. You must be an important person to be Mister Riley's guest. Please, may I take your clothes?"

You do a double take, wondering if you had heard her correctly. "Coat? I have this blazer, but I can keep it on."

The woman smiles politely and shakes her head. "No sir, this is not a coat check. It's a clothes check. Guests are required to take off their clothes before entering. You can leave your undergarments on. Please," she motions at the counter, pointing to a tray she had brought out and a couple of clothes hangers.

"Oh," you remark. Bruno sure knows how to throw a party, you think to yourself, starting to disrobe under the woman's watchful eyes. She shows no embarrassment watching you take off your clothes, liking very used to it by now, like it's the most normal thing in the world. You strip down to your boxers and hand your clothes to the woman as she hangs your blazer and folds your t-shirt and jeans nicely. She also takes your shoes and socks. If she notices your erection, which is hard to miss, she shows no reaction to it. She then asks you for your hand and affixes a bracelet with a number on it to help your find your clothes later.

"That's it? So everyone inside is in their underwear?" you ask.

"Most of the guests are. Don't worry, if you lose yours, we have a wide range to select from when you leave. Courtesy of the house," the woman pulls out a drawer from behind you, showing you new underwear still in the packaging.

Your interest is peaked and you thank the woman for her assistance, before stepping forward to the next curtain.