Chapter 20

Alexa guided us to the stairs, and then we went up. I still found it strange how people stared at me when they saw me. Even when they noticed that I saw them staring, it didn’t seem to bother them. It’s totally different than when I had been clothed in the past. Whenever I caught a boy staring at me on those occasions, they often looked away or felt guilty that I had seen them staring. Now, they just kept on looking and even smiled at me. I would have thought that staring at a naked girl would make them even more uncomfortable when caught.

When we reached the queue at the toilets, we noticed that seventeen girls were already waiting to go in.

“Shit!” Claudia said.

“You should see the line downstairs. It’s sometimes three times as long,” Alexa said.

So, we queued in with the rest and waited for our turn. While we were waiting, I noticed that there wasn’t a queue at the men’s restroom. Those guys just walked up, went in, and a few minutes later, they were back out.

“Why do girls need so much time to pee?” I said out loud.

“Maybe, because we are cleaner than them?” Claudia suggested. “Or, because we need to pull down stuff to pee. They just whip it out, do their business, and put it back. Hopefully, they take some time to wash their hands!”

“Judging by how long it takes for a few of them, I doubt it,” I responded.

We all pulled a face in disgust.

“Hi, baby,” I heard a guy say. “Whatcha doing?”

“What do you think,” Claudia responded and nodded toward the door to the restroom.

He looked at Claudia and responded, “I can see that. I was referring to her. Is she going to perform here, or what?”

“Or what!” Claudia responded.

The guy looked at me and asked, “Is she your manager, or can you speak for yourself.”

I looked at him and said, “Really? Are you trying to piss us off, or is this your way of seducing us?”

He looked at me for a second or two, maybe three, and said, “Sorry, I did this wrong.” He straightened himself and said, “Hello, I’m Eric. Nice to meet you.” He offered me his hand.

I looked at his hand, unsure whether to slap it away or shake it. Eventually, I shook it and said, “Nice to meet you. I’m Anita. This is Claudia, Linda, and Alexa.”

“Nice to meet you, gi ... ladies,” he corrected himself in time. “I was wondering about something.”

“Yes?” I cocked my head.

“Are you some kind of performer?”

“No,” I answered short and to the point.

He smiled at me. “So, what are you doing here then ... Um...” he shrugged and said, “Sorry, I can’t say it any other way, looking like you do.”

“You mean ... Naked and with bondage rope and stuff on my body?”

“Yes,” he said, looking at my tits. Or maybe, at the rope.

“This is just the outfit I wanted to wear today,” I told him. It was a white lie because I also wanted to be chained or roped, but someone thought it wouldn’t be safe.

His eyes came back up, and he locked eyes with mine. “So ... You’re not a performer? You’re just ... well ... going out like that?”

“That’s correct,” I answered.

He looked me up and down, wiped his forehead, and said, “Fuck! And they let you in like that?”

“As you can see.”

“Fuck! That’s so cool,” he said, losing his own cool.

“I agree,” I said and heard Alexa giggle.

“Mind if I wait here, and take you back to my friends when you’re done?”

I didn’t even consider saying no. I just answered, “I don’t mind.”

“Cool!”

I must have surprised him because he said, “I’ll wait over there.” He pointed at a chair at the bar.

“Okay, we will be right there,” I told him.

I noticed he ordered something, probably because he had gotten a dry mouth talking to me. Or, maybe, because he didn’t know what to do next. I really had the feeling that he had thought I would brush him off.

“Are we really going with him?” Claudia asked.

“I just want to see where this goes,” I told her.

“Probably with you on your back and he on top of you while the rest of us are lying in the basement, tied up,” Claudia said. She didn’t look happy with my decision.

“Please, just play along,” I told her. “The guy did ask politely after we corrected him. I would have gone along with him if you hadn’t been here. I just need to see where this goes, so please, don’t stop me, whatever happens.”

“I don’t know,” Claudia said.

“You can stop it when he asks me to go home with him,” I smiled at Claudia. “I’m not sure if I could say no to him.”

“Okay,” Claudia huffed and focused on the queue before us.

“How far will you take this,” Alexa wanted to know.

“I have no clue. It depends on how far this guy and his friends want to take it.

“Do you have a safe word? Or something to tell us that you want to get out of there.”

“Normally, I would say, ‘Red Red Red,’ but that’s a bit silly here. You know what! If I want to leave, I will ask you when we need to go to get your dog.”

“My dog?”

“The one you left with a friend, but she could only look after him until fifteen minutes after I asked that question.”

Alexa smiled and said, “Good cover story. Okay, we will do that.”

“You will do what?” Claudia wanted to know, so we told her. “That’s not a bad idea!”

We were now next in line, and when the next girl/woman walked out of the restroom, Linda went in because she needed to pee urgently.

I went in next and was back out before Linda. Probably because I only needed to sit down, pee, wipe, wash my hands and get out again.

Claudia went in as last when Linda came out. And then, we all had done our business.

We walked up to him, and I said, “We’re ready.”

“You’re really coming with me?” he asked.

“Lead the way,” I told him.

“Guys, look who I ran into,” Eric told a group who had been staring while we walked toward them.

The group existed out of three girls and a boy, plus Eric. The girls were sitting on the long bench along the wall, with a table in front of them. On the opposite side stood three chairs for the boys. Well, I’m saying girls and boys, but all of them were in their early twenties.

“Hello!” one of the girls said enthusiastically. “We saw you on the dance floor earlier and couldn’t believe our eyes. Come sit with us.”

She slid a little sideways to make a place between her and her friend available. I accepted her invitation and sat down. Claudia sat beside her, and Alexa and Linda used chairs from a nearby empty table.

We introduced ourselves. The girl who had offered me to sit with them was Sylvia, and the other two girls were Natalie and Petra. The other boy’s name was Rudy.

“So,” Sylvia said. “Do you work here?”

“I asked her that already,” Eric said. “No, she doesn’t, and she is wearing this because she likes it.”

“Is he telling the truth?” Sylvia wanted to know.

“Yes, this was the outfit I picked out for my night in the city,” I said with a smile.