The first time Jamie visited the club Bez Odezhdy she was a little nervous. Her friend Lisa told her the word meant “without apparel” and in order to enter you had to do without some important article of clothing. “Like maybe go barefoot?” Jamie ventured.

Smiling, Lisa shook her head. “It’s got to be a bit more than that. A bit risqué, you know?”

“Okay, how ‘bout maybe without panties?”

Again Lisa shook her head. “Something more dramatic. Like that snazzy red cocktail dress.”

“That’s meant to be worn with a top,” Jamie informed her friend.

“Be brave,” Lisa said. “It’s worth it.”

Jamie wore the snazzy dress along with a scarf to cover her breasts. At the entrance to Bez Odezhdy, she handed the scarf to Lisa.

“Here goes nothing,” she said, stepping into the revolving door.

“Good luck,” Lisa wished her friend.

“It seems to be stuck,” Jamie said.

“Give her a push,” Lisa said.

Jamie gave her a push.

An instant later...

After forty revolutions and almost that many orgasms, Jamie exited Bez Odezhdy.

“What’d you think?” Lisa asked.

It took Jamie a few minutes to catch her breath, after which she said, “I don’t think I thinked at all, but I’m going in again.