This was your idea, Amelia. A fucking stupid idea, but yet still your idea.
I nodded slowly and took his hand hesitantly in mine. He firmly squeezes my hand as he pulls me inside through the open door. The bolt clicked shut behind me as Finn and I were met with dim light with a purple hue inside a small hallway.
No going back now.
As we walked through the hallway it was if Finn could feel my nerves immediately. His grip on me tightens and I grab onto his leather jacket clad forearm tightly. Inside this steel warehouse was a stage covered in clear neon lights. The room was filled with white leather couches on top of concrete floors. A large birdcage sat center stage while a naked woman gyrating and fondling herself inside the cage. As couples lay together heavily making out on the couch, others lay entangled naked together while fondling nearby couples beside them. I have never in my life seen so much skin and sex in all my life. The smell surrounding me was a heavy mix between aftershave, peppermint, wine, and cigarettes.
“Holy fuck balls,” I breathe.
“It’s not too late to leave,” he says over the commotion of the club.
“No, I want to do this. It’s just nerves,” I say.
Finn leads me by the hand up a flight of stairs near the back of the room. An older woman with blonde hair and bright red lipstick stood at the entrance of a doorway and beams a smile at Finn as soon as she sees him.
“Finn, what are you doing here?” she asks, her thick Scottish accent very noticeable.
“I have someone here who wants to try their hand behind the doors,” he says.
She winks at him and gives him a fierce kiss on the cheek.
“I’ll take good care of her,” she promises.
She quickly grabs my hand from Finn and pushes me inside the open doorway, where I immediately stop dead in my tracks. Looking back at Finn behind me, his dimpled grin is the last thing I see before I enter the darkened room. It’s black walls with red lighting caused my eyes to readjust to the harshness. As I blink my eyes open, a black wall with large holes drilled out in its individual wooden doors stands before me. A thin woman with straight, brunette, shoulder-length hair stood naked with just an ivory robe draped loosely around her as she opened the black door.
“What’s your name?” the older woman asks.
“Oh, Laura,” I squeak.
“Laura, I’m Marnie,” she says roughly.
“How exactly does this work?” I ask.
“So, you lay here on whatever bed you want. You can either be on your stomach, all fours, or on your back. Whichever position you are comfortable in,” Marnie said.
She points over to a half-door with a massage bed seen halfway under the door. On the edge of the table was a black silk robe and white fluffy towel. She looks at me pointedly as I nod in understanding and silent agreement.
“If you need anything, there is a button on the bottom of the bed. You press that button and a light on top of the booth will shine red,” she continues.
I look up to see a small bulb fixture at the very top of the door. Very submarine-esque style light fixture.
“How do you know Finn?” I ask curiously.
“Oh, Finn. I knew him from when he was a wee lad. That dimpled grin got him out of many things,” she replied.
Talking to this woman for five minutes, she successfully eased my fears. Maybe it was the accent or perhaps the blind knowledge that her and Finn knew one another from the time he was a child to now. Either way, she had a way about her. Marnie looks around the room and gives me a pat on the shoulder. Without a word she turns around and walks away in a hurried rush.
“Nice to meet you,” her voice trails off as she leaves the room.
“Nice to meet you too,” I whisper.
I look around and see a small door with the words “Dressing Room” painted on it in white paint. I grab the black robe and walk past a couple engaged in heavy thrusting on the other side of me. As I enter the small bathroom, I place my hands on the sink and look deeply into the mirror.
When will be the time that this is too much for me? Am I really doing this for the right reasons or is this the beginning of my downward spiral?
I hook the straps of my gold mini dress and slip it down my body and place it in the lockers in front of me. My previous underwear ripped off me from an earlier encounter with Finn before leaving for the train station so I’m going commando. As I place the black silk robe around my naked skin, I look in the mirror. Turning on the faucet, I cup cold water in my hands and splash it onto my face. I take a deep breath to gather myself and turn the water off before walking out the bathroom door.
I climbed onto the black patterned leather cushion of the massage table and laid down on my back, positioning my lower half under the half-door. My naked lower self in full view as I push up my robe and loosen it around myself and freeing my breasts from under the black silk fabric. I lay there exposed waiting for anything to happen.
A touch.
A feeling.
A sound.
The coldness of the leather mattress underneath me was a welcome distraction in itself. My naked skin stuck to the freshly disinfected table that smelled like alcohol and lemons. Nervousness affects every aspect of myself and if this is to be pleasurable at all, I need to be at the very least, somewhat stimulated.