Chapter 17

Nicole put the destination address into the GPS, looked at how long it would take, and said, “Don’t drive too fast. I need some extra time for what I want to do.”

“Okay,” Claudia said. She carefully pulled out of the parking spot and then started driving.

Nicole unlocked the padlocks attached to my collar and cuffs and put them away. She then pulled out a new red rope from the plastic bag she had with her and started to tie it around my body. She made a pattern around my pelvis, and when she was done, she cut the rope and used her lighter again on it. With a last knot, she was done.

She then did something with the rope around my breasts, and when she was done, she looked pleased with herself. From what I could see, the pattern looked like a bikini without any fabric between the seams. I liked how the bottom part accentuated my pussy.

Nicole put everything away and said, “I thought you would like to be able to dance while still showing your more kinky side as well.”

She was right about that. I love to dance, and I knew I wouldn’t have been able to do that if that rope had been attached between my ankles, and without that little rope there, the string behind my back would also be silly.

While still being completely naked in a club would be exciting, I think that rope around my pelvis and breasts made me look good. And it would indeed give the impression that I was a kinky girl; I thought it looked even very sexy on me.

It took us about another ten minutes to reach the club we would visit. There were already plenty of cars in the parking lot in front of the building, and we had to park about 100 yards away from the entrance to the club.

While sitting in the car, a few other vehicles parked next to us. The car next to us had two boys and two girls in it. Four girls exited the car beside them, all looking like they were around eighteen.

We also started to get out of the car, and I got out at the side, away from the vehicle with the two couples in it. A few cars drove by, but all parking spots where we stood were now occupied. So, they had to move on and try their luck at an area even farther away from the entrance to the club.

I noticed that John was checking me out, and when he saw that I was looking at him, he said, “You look sexy in that.”

“Thanks,” I answered.

“You really do,” I heard Claudia say from behind me. She made me turn around, so she could see my front. She smiled at Nicole and said, “She looks even more naked like this.”

I found this a strange statement, but when Patrick said, “You’re right, it’s almost as if your eyes get pulled to her breasts and pussy with those ropes around it.”

Thinking about what Patrick had said, I thought he could be on to something.

“Hey, girl! Nice outfit,” I heard a girl say. I turned around and saw those four girls standing at the back of our car. They wore very revealing outfits, but all their naughty bits were perfectly covered.”

“Are you going in like that?” another girl asked.

“That’s the plan,” I told her.

“Jesus, you’re going to blow the minds of many of the boys,” the first one said.

“Speaking of boys. We should hurry up because we are already late,” the third girl said.

“You’re right,” the first girl said, then said to me, “Maybe we will see you inside. Bye!” And off they went.

“We better also start moving,” Nicole suggested. “Before, we can’t get in anymore because they are full.”

Nicole locked the car, and then we started walking. Nicole walked in front, with Tim and Linda behind her. Patrick offered his arm to Claudia, who happily hooked her arm with his.

When John offered me the same option, I gladly accepted it. Like this, we walked to the entrance of the club.

On the way over, I got a lot of looks, and some of the boys couldn’t help to whistle or shout at me. A woman behind us said, “I can’t believe she is doing this.”

“She looks nice,” the guy with her said.

“That’s not the point,” the woman responded, giggled, and said, “She sure does.”

During our walk toward the entrance, I kept checking the faces of the people around us. I saw a few who were shocked about it, a few who tried to act as if they didn’t care, and many who were curious about me. And also a few who seemed to like what I was doing.

One of the things that I noticed was that very different kinds of people were going to this club. Most of them wore clothes that would be considered ‘normal.’ Then there were the sexy girls and boys dressed up to sexualize themselves. I saw a lot of mini skirts so short that you could sometimes see their panties when they walked. Some even wore tank- and crop tops that barely covered their breasts. It wouldn’t take much, or they would be as naked as I was.

But you also had those who dressed to ensure you knew they belonged to a particular group of people.

You had the rougher people, with black jeans and a T-shirt with an illustration of a specific band on them. They always had long hair. So, the hard rockers were present.

Then those people who thought it was still the disco era with their glitter outfits.

And I even saw a few Goths, but they were in the minority.

Of course, the jocks and cheerleaders were also present. The boys wore their team jackets, while the girls wore a specific type of skirt and a mentality that told you they were made to support their jocks.

But I was most surprised by the difference in age between them all. While most were teenagers and twenty-somethings, people in their thirties and forties also walked toward the entrance.

We needed to wait in line when we reached the entrance, which got me even more attention from the people around us.

Behind us stood a group of men in their thirties; they had no women with them, but I noticed that most were wearing wedding bands.

I tried to look before us and ignore them, but then one of them tapped on my shoulder. I looked at the man, and he said, “Excuse me, but I wanted to warn you that those guys over there are taking photos or maybe even a video of you.”

I looked in the direction he was pointing and noticed a bunch of teenagers; three of them had their smartphones in their hands.

“Thanks for warning me,” I told the guy. “But I don’t mind.”

“They probably will post those things on the Internet.”

“I’m sure they will,” I said with a smile. “It’s okay.”

“Are you sure? Aren’t you afraid it could get you into trouble with future employers?”

“If so, I wouldn’t like to work for those people.”

“That’s your right, of course, but if I was you, I should give it another thought or two. Now that you are young, this is all fun and games, but when you get older, this can hound you.”

I turned around to face him while I said, “Look, if someone doesn’t want me to work for him because I look like this, it’s his loss. I don’t know what you do for a living, but would you hire me?”

I noticed his eyes go up and down my body, and he said, “Well, I don’t think I would mind, but not everyone thinks like me.”

“What do you do?” I asked him.