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Chapter 7
The Thank You
So, the weeks go on as weeks usually do, and Stephanie and I work our usual shifts making some bank. The hours may suck, but the pay is great, and the dicks are fun to play with.
It’s been almost a month since we introduced Charles to Diane. They seem happy together, when we see them out and around. And we see them a lot. So much so that we aren’t even sure if Charles has gone home… for anything… since we introduced them.
Anyway, where was I… Oh yeah. I’m always a little foggy in the morning, until I get my coffee anyway.
After a little stretching to get the cobwebs out of my head, I head out to the living room, naked as the day I was born. I think Charles started something here. I’ve been naked around the house whenever I could be since he asked Stephanie and me to stay naked for him.
I grab a cup of coffee and then get a piece of coffee cake from a tin of them that I bought a few days ago, and settle in on the couch to check out the weather on the vid player.
After it’s been on for a while and I’ve learned all I can, I switch it over to some classical music station on it and just mellow out to the sounds of the classics. A little Starship, some Crue, Floyd… you know… the great Masters.
When Stephanie finally emerges from her bedroom, she’s just as naked as I am. We’ve both become home nudists since Charles asked us to be naked for him.
“I’m really getting used to walking around the house naked. I kind of like it,” she tells me. “What do you think about it?
“Yeah,” I reply. “I kind of liked it when we did it for Charles, “
“Me too,” she says. “I think I envy the guys because they get to be naked everywhere.”
“Yeah, I think I know what you mean, now that I’ve tried it,” I agree.
She laughs for almost a full minute before she gets it under control and then says “Miss Johnson stopped me in the garage yesterday and asked if we were free for lunch today. I told her that I was, but I’d have to find out from you.”
“Yeah,” I said. “I’m free. Should I call her?” I ask.
“Probably” Stephanie says. So I adjust the vid-com so it will only show us from the necks up, then I enter her unit number into the vid-com system… and it starts ringing.
A few seconds later, an image of Diane Johnson and Charles Calvert appears, her just as naked as he is… as naked as both Stephanie and I am. When I see that, I hit the button that cancels the special zoom, and Stephanie and I both end up naked on her display instead of just disembodied heads.
“Hi, Miss Johnson,” I start out. “I hope you don’t mind me calling before I got dressed, but Stephanie just said something to me about you inviting us to lunch today?”
“No problem, Mandy.” Diane says, completely ignoring our nudity. “So, are you interested?”
“Yeah, I’m free, interested, and we’d both love to go.” I tell her.
“Good,” Diane says. “Oh and you two, can you do me a favor? Dress extra slutty. I want to keep Charles nice and hard as long as possible. My place at, say, 2:00 O’clock? Then we’ll go to the restaurant in my car.”
“Extra slutty, for Charles?” I ask rhetorically. “I can do that.”
At almost the same time, Stephanie says “For Charles? Sure.”
“Thanks girls,” Diane says, “you two are awesome.” and then she disconnects the call.
Confused, I look at Stephanie and say “I wonder what that’s all about?”
“I don’t know,” she responds, “But we’re getting lunch out of it, so I’m in.”
“Good point,” I reply. “In other news, it looks as if she and Charles are hitting it off.”
“True that,” she says. Then as the pause gets long she says “Well, I’m gonna get a shower.”
‘Well… I guess I’d better figure out what I’m going to wear’ I think to myself, as I head back into my bedroom.
About an hour later, I’ve finally decided. I’m going to put flesh tape over my nipples and areola and wear a lacy bustier, with nothing else over it. The tape will keep me legal, but that I’m only wearing an undergarment, and a lacy one at that will fill the ‘extra slutty’ that Diane requested. To go with it, I decide on a super short mini skirt that shows off my pussy if I bend over at the waist or if I’m sitting without my legs crossed, and to finish off the slutty look, I opt for no panties. For footwear I decide on open toed 6 inch stilettos.
When it’s time to get dressed, I do so carefully making sure nothing can be seen of my nipples, my areola or my pussy. I don’t want to get arrested. Then I take a look at myself in the mirror and think ‘Damn, do I look hot, or what!?!?!’
Once I’m satisfied that indeed I look hot and that I look as slutty as I can. I head out into the living room where I run into Stephanie, and I just have to gasp.
I swear looking at her, she’s dressed to get arrested. But… I have to admit she does look pretty good and pretty slutty. She’s wearing her standard 6 inch pumps, I don’t think she even owns any shoes that aren’t six inches, and it just gets çapa escort more illegal looking as it goes up. Soft flexible plastic mini skirt, lacy panties, a midriff-baring white push-up corset that only comes part way up her boobs, and her nipples and areola are only covered by a couple of white pasties. She’s legal… but just barely.
“Damn girl,” I say to her. “I thought I went to the slutty extreme.”
“What?” she asks with obviously fake shock. “This old thing?” as we head out the door.
When we get to Diane’s building, I press the button for the elevator, and we wait for one of the two sets of doors to open.
When the elevator doors do open, a couple that I don’t know start to step out, but the guy freezes in his tracks when he sees us. Well… maybe “freezes” isn’t the right word… because there’s a definite reaction from part of his anatomy.
When his lady runs into him because she was busy in her purse and not paying attention, all she says is “Eyes back in your sockets there. You’ve seen more of both of them by the pool.” then she notices his erection and looks at us and says, “I’m guessing that’s the kind of reaction you were going for?”
“Yeah,” Stephanie says. “but it was by request.” and then she gives a wink.
“Have fun,” the lady says, and then to her man she says “Come on you ol’ horndog.” while he says, “sorry, ladies. It’s got a mind of it’s own.”
“No need to apologize,” I say with a wink. “I take hardons as a compliment.”
It’s only about a minute up the elevator and then we get off on Diane’s floor. Once we get to her place Stephanie, who got there first, rings the bell.
A few moments later, a very well dressed but also very hot looking Diane opens the door and says, “Oh girls, that’ll do nicely!”
“Not to bad lookin’ yourself, Diane” Stephanie says.
“You think?” she asks, and then does a slow “runway model” turn so we can see from every angle. She’s wearing a beautifully tailored and snug fitting blue skirt suit with matching 2 inch heels, and no shirt under the jacket. The jacket has literal cups formed into it and they are form-fitted under her boobs with the jacket buttoning right there, causing them to lift and smoosh together a bit making amazing looking cleavage.
“Yeah,” I say. “Looking pretty great. So… what’s up with the lunch?”
“It’s a surprise,” she says. Then she hollers back into the apartment, “Charles? You ready?”
As he comes walking up, he says, “Yes, Di. All ready for you, always.”
“Isn’t he just the sweetest?” she says to us, as he joins us.
“So, where are we going?” I ask.
“You know that Sushi place over on Boyington Drive?” Diane responds.
“Ummm, yeah. I think so.” I reply.
“Well,” she says, “it’s a little place a couple of units west of it. It doesn’t actually have a name, or a sign out front. You need to know about it to find it, and you have to be invited by a member to join. I’m a member and you three will be my guests.”
“Cool,” Stephanie says as we head for the elevator.
As we step out of the elevator, Diane is explaining the place to us, “I know you girls are strippers, so ‘adult entertainment’ won’t exactly be a new concept for you, but this place is a members only, private club, so on-premises sex is allowed amongst members and even encouraged between members and staff.”
“What do you mean?” I ask.
“You’ll see” she says as we get to her car and get in.
It doesn’t take us long at all to get to the place, and she’s right, you’d never know that there was a club here, if you didn’t already KNOW that there was one. Basically it just looks like a parking garage… because it actually IS one, as far as the public can see. The club itself is underneath it, with a secret elevator entrance.
The first thing that I notice when we walk off of the elevator into a pretty huge room is: It’s a mirrored locker room with mirrors everywhere, but they are all angled slightly at different angles, avoiding the ‘mirror box’ effect. The walls and the ceiling are all mirrored, and, after a second, I realize that the floor is too, under a smooth 100% transparent panel. It gives the place a “goes off into the distance, forever, in all directions” feel to it.
The next thing I notice is that our host, Diane is walking us toward them… as she’s unbuttoning her jacket.
“Okay girls, strip down,” she says. “Keep your shoes on though. We can put everything in one locker.” she finishes as she nonchalantly doffs her jacket.
Stephanie is already stripping, and not really being shy myself, I figure what the hell, and start getting naked too.
As we are getting naked, Charles begins to sport a raging erection.
“So, what is this place?” I ask Diane.
“It’s an ‘Equality Club’,” she says. “There are about 300 of them scattered around the world. Once you are a member at one, you have full access to all of them world wide. It’s a gathering place for husbands and wives that object topkapı escort to men being the only ones that can be naked in public doing things while naked around complete strangers. Membership is only open to couples.”
“What about lesbian couples?” I ask, genuinely curious. “Surely there are lesbians that would like to be naked while out-and about, doing regular everyday activities.”
“Well,” she says, “Lesbian couples are allowed to join, but only if they bring a gay couple to join with them. That keeps the membership balanced. Threesomes foursomes, and moresomes too. Same rules. The goal is for it to be as equally gender representative in the membership as possible. For every women that joins a man must join, and vice versa.”
“But you and Charles aren’t a couple…” I point out.
“Yet,” she corrects me. “We aren’t a couple yet.”
Then she goes on, adding, “That could be changing soon though. Either way that’s immaterial anyway. I’ve been a member for a while now, we joined just after my husband and I married. The club understands that death happens so while membership is suspended for both if it’s due to divorce or separation, because my husband, that I joined the club with, died, I was allowed to keep my membership.”
“What about us?” Stephanie asks.
“Members are allowed to have guests,” Diane replies, “and that’s what you are today… guests.”
Once we are done getting naked except for our shoes, and have put everything, including our purses and Charles’ satchel, in the locker, Diane closes the locker and seals it with a thumbprint on the electronic lock. Immediately a little indicator panel lights up saying “85652” on the lock’s reader.
As I stare at the number trying to memorize it, just in case, Diane notices my scrutiny and laughs. “Don’t worry. It’s not some random number. It’s my member number. That way I don’t have to remember which locker is ours by some unfamiliar designation like ‘locker 3-B’. Any locker I lock with my thumbprint will always be ‘locker 85652’.”
“Shall we?” she says after a few seconds, making a ‘this way’ gesture with her arm and palm.
After we pass through the locker room, we come to another elevator door. Once it opens we see that it’s a Glass elevator, overlooking a small, single story, subterranean city, the lighting of which is provided by some sort of fiber-optic tube system leading up to collectors probably on top of the buildings above us. We can see, by that lighting, that the space really opens up. It covers a LOT more underground real estate than just what’s below the garage. Something on the order of several dozen square blocks, at least. Seeing the expanse, I involuntarily gasp a quiet “woah!”
Not quite quiet enough though for Diane to miss it. “Impressive isn’t it?”
Then I notice the people, once the shock of the size of the place has worn off. All kinds of naked people mostly just doing stuff people do. But a few doing things that the law doesn’t allow in public. Then I remember, this isn’t ‘in public’ it’s a private members-only club. There’s what looks like a little park with a couple giving instructions in what looks like a Tantric Sex class or something. There are even a few men leading their women around by a leash attached to a ring on their pussies, reversing the “who leads whom” gender roles.
As the elevator starts to move, Diane points to a small building, just a few spots away from where the elevator will let us out, and says, “That’s our destination. It’s a Japanese Steakhouse called ‘Hadaka’, which is Japanese for ‘naked’. Most businesses here have naked, or nude, or stripped, or something describing people without clothing in their name, if they can.”
Once we step out of the elevator, we make our way to the restaurant, occasionally with Diane getting a greeting or a wave from a member that she knows.
In the restaurant, the only thing that is really a shock to me is the naked waitresses and hostess that I see running around well that and the naked female patrons, but I’m slowly getting used to it. It’s no surprise that the men are naked, men are always naked if the weather permits.
Once we get led to our table, I let out a chuckle when I see the chairs for us. Each one has a small towel folded/rolled into a ‘swan’ on the seat. That’s so freaking cute I just can’t help but giggle. As we each grab a chair, we grab a corner of the swan, snap it open and then spread it out to sit on.
There’s a little banter and chit-chat over what to order while we await another two groups to arrive. Anyone that’s been to a Japanese Steakhouse knows the drill. The table is set for 8 to 10 people, and if there aren’t enough in one group, another group is added to fill out the table, if one comes in a short time period.
As it turns out, one couple does join us, but they sit at the other end of the teppanyaki griddle/table. After that we wait for about 3 more minutes, all of us just really passing the time chatting about fındıkzade escort the weather and whatnot.
Finally the waitress comes and takes our orders, I go for the Chicken and Shrimp dinner, as does Stephanie. Charles and Diane go for the Lobster and Steak dinners.
The dinner goes off as dinners in that kind of place usually do, the table side show, eating, all the usual stuff. The only real difference is, when the check comes, Diane just signs her name, writes her member number, and affixes her thumbprint to it. I guess they bill people here. I had been wondering how members paid for stuff. I didn’t see anyone with anything but shoes, and a few people were brave enough to be walking shoeless.
Once we are done, we leave the restaurant and head to the little park. As we are leaving, the hostess hands Diane a small package with a conspiratorial wink.
Once we arrive at the park we notice that the Tantric Sex class seems to have broken up, so except for a few other people milling about it, we have it to ourselves… well, and anyone happening to look this way from any building window, or the elevator or… you get the idea.
When we get to a flat area, Diane says “Charles, stand right there.” as she stops Charles right where she wants him to stand.
“Sure,” Charles says. Then a little nervously he asks “What’s up?”
“I need you to do something for me,” she says to him. “I need you to tell me how you feel about me, in front of these two witnesses.”
“Ummm, okay,” he stammers a bit. “I like you, a lot. I’m pretty sure I love you.”
“I was hoping you’d say that!” she says. Then, she drops down to one knee like men used to do when proposing, and opens the package that the hostess gave her, revealing a black and white striped cock-ring. As she looks up at him she asks him, “Baby, will you accept this as proof of our intent to be a couple?”
“Wait…” he says. “You want to be with me, exclusively? No other guys for you anymore? I did notice the black rings, not green ones.”
“Yes, Charles,” she says. “With you exclusively.”
“I’ll happily wear that for you,” he answers her, “if you’ll put it on me this one time.”
“Smiling she reaches for his dick, and being very gentle, removes the solid white cock-ring. Then, still being careful, she puts on his new one. Once she’s done, she leans forward and gives his dick a kiss.
“Okay. Now I know why I’m here. But why did you invite Stephanie and Amanda?” he asks her. Then, after a beat he adds, “and to a place that I’d see them both naked.”
“Because I wanted to thank them for bringing you into my life”, she says. Then she gets up and looks at us, You two were right, he is a perfect gentleman, and he is exactly what I needed in my life. And I think I am exactly what he needed in his life” after which she looks at Charles and asks him, “Right?”
“Yes,” Charles says, “I do need you in my life. And we wouldn’t have met if not for them.”
Diane looks at us and says “Charles won’t tell me what you two did before you introduced him to me, he’s too much of a gentleman. But I gather it involved sex”
“Yes. At the time he was a ‘free agent’,” I reply. “So yeah we both fucked him. That was part of why we thought you’d like him. He was really good and caring and sweet. It was just sex for us though. Nothing like I see that he has for you and you for him. Good sex, but just sex.”
“Yeah, what she said” Stephanie confirms.
“Well, I know that I put a black and white ring on him, but that’s for everyone else.” Diane says. Then she looks at him and says, “Charles,”, then she turns to us, “Mandy, Stephanie… I don’t have a real high sex drive like a man does or even like you two girls do. I’m happy with a couple of times a week. So what I’m going to allow is this, if either of you two want to spend some time with Charles, just for the sex, not for a relationship, you are to consider it an open invitation, as long as he’s willing, as well.”
Then she turns to Charles and says, “I love you and want to be with you, but I just can’t keep up with you. But, while I don’t want any other dick but yours, I don’t want you feeling like you aren’t getting your needs met, so, as a compromise, I’m willing to let you fuck them any time they’d like you to, and you are wanting to… as long as you stay with me and love me and fuck me at least a couple of times a week.”
Then back to us she turns and says, “Allowing you two to have him is my way of saying ‘thank you for bringing him into my life’.”
I look at Stephanie and she looks back at me. Both of us are a little bit stunned.
Then Stephanie asks “So, like if we want to do him, do we have to like, you know, ask you first?”
“No,” Diane says. “That’s what I meant by ‘open invitation’. As far as you two are concerned, he is available to you anytime he wants to be. It’s up to him, just as if he was single.”
“Do we hafta take him to our place? Or can we do him at yours?” Stephanie asks.
“Either is fine with me, but if I’m present I get to watch.” Diane responds matter of factly. “Hell, it might stimulate me and get my drive up to watch. I’ve never been a voyeur before”
“So, if I was to get down right here and blow him, you’d be okay with that?” Stephanie says, testing the limits.
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