The usual sex club

"It's such a beautiful day out" Izzie says as you drive into town. "We should have a picnic. It would be a great day for eating out."

"It's way to late for a picnic. And going outside always means getting dirty." Ava interjects.

"You like getting dirty," Izzie smirks.

"Relax. I'm sure we're just going to the Rabbit Hole as usual." Ava says.

Of course she's right. You've been there for 7 of the last 10 Date Nights. It's a club for adults and their improper adventures. It's the best place to go without drawing attention to yourself. Of course, sometimes you do want to draw attention to yourselves, but sometimes you just want to get a drink and be naughty on your own terms.

"You like The Rabbit Hole too." Izzie tells her sister. "You know, if you want a spanking, you could just ask Daddy for one. You don't have to act like you have a bad attitude."

Ava sighs.

As you pull up to the club, the neon sign casts a seductive glow over your SUV. You help Ava and Izzie out of the vehicle and hand the keys over to the valet. The bouncer greets you with a nod, recognizing you from previous visits, and waves you through without a word.

Inside, the atmosphere is electric as usual, pulsing with the beat of the music and filled with the smell of sweat and sex. You lead your daughters to your usual booth and settle in, looking over the crowd. As usual there's a lot of flesh on display; people in various states of undress (or some totally naked) on the dance floor rubbing up against one another, or just sitting around. And also as usual some people are just straight up fucking on the dance floor.

The DJ tonight is a sexy black number who's jiggling wildly as she bounces to the thick beats she's dropping.

Your table is approached, not by a waitress but by a man with sharp features and an even sharper suit who is clearly a manager or maybe even owner.

So much for not being noticed.

"Oh no." Izzie whispers, probably worried that you're all in trouble in some way. It's never a good sign when people come poking around.

But you're not.

"Welcome back," he says, his voice smooth as silk. "And with your lovely ladies, too. It's always a pleasure to see you here." His eyes linger on Ava and Izzie, taking in their provocative attire. You extend your hand, and he shakes it firmly.

"Thank you, we aim to have a memorable, and private night." You say suggesting subtly that he's intruding.

The man smiles knowingly. "I think I can assist with that. We have a private area upstairs if you'd like some... discretion. We like to take care of our regulars."

He's trying to sell you on something. Obviously. Some premium VIP membership or experience. Of course, if you do plan on coming here this often, maybe it's worth it. You look over at Ava and Izzie who seem intrigued so you consider the offer.

He guides you up a dimly lit staircase to a secluded balcony overlooking the dance floor. The space is furnished with plush sofas and low tables, perfect for intimate gatherings. He snaps his fingers, and a waitress appears.

"This is Nikki. She'll be your private server this evening. Please, enjoy yourselves," the owner says before excusing himself.

As Nikki waits to serve you, you turn to Ava and Izzie, a wicked grin spreading across your face. "You two look like you want to dance."

They exchange a glance, then stand up, joining hands as they find a spot where they can move together. The music pulses around them, and they begin to sway, hips rolling seductively. Izzie places her hands on her sister's hips. Ava puts hers on Izzie's shoulders, leaning in and nuzzling her neck. Sometimes the girls can be very different. But they're always loving sisters.

You order a martini and a beer for yourself, a bourbon sweet tea for Ava and a Shirley Temple for Izzie. Also three shots of whisky.

"Anything else?" Nikki asks.

"That's it." You say, "Except we haven't been properly introduced. I know your name is Nikki. Those are my daughter Izzie and Ava and my name is Sir."

Nikki smiles at you. "I'll have those drinks out right away, Sir."

You glance back at the girls. Their bodies are grinding against each other, Ava in the back leaning in nibbling on her younger sister's earlobe. You glance down at the dance floor and the stage. The DJ has lost her top and her tits are now on display for everyone to enjoy. Behind her something is being set up. Three girls are being tied to posts. A show is about to happen soon.

So far the night is going along great.