"Clare" - Chapter 9:- Dating Karen - “Club o-X-o” - Sex Stories

"Clare" - Chapter 9:- Dating Karen - “Club o-X-o”

As we travelled to Club o-X-o our conversation was uncertain. We couldn’t help but wonder why Brenda wanted us to visit a club with a female minder, and why Donna had to dress like she had. All I could say to Karen was Brenda was educating me about her adult world; and the opportunities that came with being sexual with other women.

“Maybe she was trying to shock us, or see how we react,” I suggested.

“Well, I am going to enjoy it,” Karen somewhat surprisingly stated. Then reacted to me looking at her, by adding, “We only going to be there an hour, observing. Let’s just enjoy it!”

I took my girlfriend’s advice, knowing this was part of being Brenda’s official girlfriend and she must be doing it for a good reason.

It turned out that the club was in the dock area and only a ten-minute walk from Karen’s home; though she didn’t know it was there. Club o-X-o location was on the edge of the seedier part of town, the red-light district; about a mile down the hill from “The Rainbow Bar.”

Club o-X-o was in a nondescript, brick-built building and if Donna hadn’t been driving, we would have driven straight past. The featureless structure was so discreet it looked almost derelict especially as all its windows had been bricked up. The only sign of life was a single, dull red light above a black metal security door and a few cars in the front car park.

“We are here girls,” Donna announced over the intercom, and then she lowered the privacy screen.

“I know it doesn’t ...

... look much from the outside, but that is done for a reason. I assure you both it is very plush inside. Remember, unlike Rainbows, this club is for members only and, as you know Clare, all those members are women. So relax and enjoy. But first, there are a couple of things things”

“While Karen is dressed perfectly, Clare you going to have to lose those jeans. There is a strict dress code, which says denim is not allowed.”

“I can’t go in there naked,” I quickly retorted, wondering where this was going, though my response seemed to only produce a chuckle from Karen.

“You are lucky, Clare. Brenda has supplied these.”

Donna passed me a large shoulder bag, which I opened. Inside was a pair of black shorts, the material matching my bustier. A wide, metal zip seemed to divide them symmetrically as it ran from the front, under my crutch and stopped only with a couple of inches of material left.

“What sort of club is o-X-o?” I questioned as I held the shorts up.

“It’s a ladies' club, Clare, and do not worry, others will be dressed like you.”

I looked at Karen. She was giggling again, notwithstanding the fact we were about to enter a lesbian fetish club. She seemed not to care. It now looked like my girlfriend had decided to enjoy herself despite whatever happened to me.

With everyone watching, I slipped the baggy jeans off and then went to take my fake cock off, only to be told by Donna that tonight that was part of me. So I carefully zipped up my shorts, pushing my ...