chapter 2

The chairwoman of the club came to pick Jennifer up on the night of the party. She had a big thick coat on that covered her entire outfit and gave nothing away. In was a cold night, so Jennifer had not thought twice about wearing her thick long coat.
They arrived early. Emma, the chairwoman had be the person standing on the door, ticking people off the invitation list and taking their money as they arrived, so she had to arrive early. There was already a small group of club members who were already there. These had arrived earlier in the afternoon to set up the play area and ensure their privacy from prying eyes outside.
One of them was acting as a cloakroom attendant, took both of they coats, gave them both a ticket and hung their coats up on a nearby rail.
Jennifer was greeted warmly. Emma had said she was bringing a new member with her. They were curious to know what exactly she was into. Was she sub or dom? Did she like to play?
Jennifer had to confess, she did not know yet as she sat down.
A young slim man stood up. He was wearing a basque and suspenders with fishnet stockings a la rocky horror. He had a pair of patent leather shoes on with a three inch platform and a seven or eight inch heel. Not surprisingly, he towered over everyone. He asked if he could get in the drinks. His demeanour was very much feminised. Jennifer had no doubt he was gay. He called himself Sam and offered to buy her a drink along with everyone else on the table.
She accepted nervously. This was all very strange. Maybe she should not have come. Maybe she'd have been better off staying at home, minding her own business and watching casualty.
Emma took off her coat and retouched her make up. She looked very different to how she had been in the coffee shop. She wore a tight red patent corset that pushed her boobs up and a tiny little red leather mini skirt. She wore red fish net stockings and red patent stilettos with killer heels.
There was a bloke in a tiny pair of frayed denim shorts, a midriff top and jack boots. It would have looked stunning on someone who was slim and fit, but he had a bit of a paunch.
There was a well built, tall woman, middle aged, with a short cropped hairstyle and minimal make up apart from her red lips. She looked like she could work on the supermarket check out, until you noticed the black gingham dress she wore, under her waist clincher. Her breasts oozed out the top if the dress, the skirt was full and flounced, but hitched up thigh high and tied off with little ribbons that hung down. The lace edged dress portrayed a softness to her personality, but the tight bodice and the too short skirt showed she had an inner sexiness that was not often on show. She was with a Scottish man who looked very smart in his formal kilted outfit.
From the people around the table, Jennifer soon learned that these people did not dress like this every day. The man in the kilt was an electrical engineer. The woman he was with worked as a medical secretary. The gay man who had bought her a drink worked in a printers' shop. He was probably a full time gay, Jennifer decided, but did not dress up as such until he came to the parties. She was surprised at how well he walked in those heels. They must be killing his feet already. She surmised he would only be wearing them for a couple of hours. He'd had a pair of trainers tucked away in his bag.

Some guests came dressed in a jumper and jeans, or in clothes that would be accepted for a normal night out on the tiles, but then would go up to the toilets and get changed, returning in a skin tight rubber jump suit, with easy access zips... and that was the men!

Relationships with the guests was not always apparent. Some were most definitely a couple. Some arrived in a small group then went their separate ways. Some arrived on their own, but knew everyone there by name.
Jennifer was introduced to so many people she could not possibly remember their names.
The Scottish chap in the kilt, even though he was with the well made woman offered to show her around.
His name was Bob. He lived with Sharon. he said he was sub. Indeed he was Sharon's slave. He did everything that his mistress wanted him to do, when she asked him to do it. They both lived normal lives, but if she told him to do something, he would have to obey without question, unless he had a very valid reason. For instance, he was often her chauffeur, driving her wherever she wanted to go and picking her up, but if he had to be somewhere else instead, for work reasons or if he was visiting his family from a previous relationship, then he did not have to obey. It was an unusual relationship they had, but, for them, it worked!
Bob showed Jennifer the play area at the back of the pub. It was set out just as Emma had described. Bob was so matter of fact about it all that he took away some of her nervousness, or maybe the gin was starting to get her more relaxed.
An adjoining area was where people were setting up the buffet. It was a substantial spread she noticed, full of the sausage rolls, scotch eggs, pork pies, chicken drumsticks, and other finger foods.
Bob introduced her to more people there. She was greeted with hugs and kisses as if they were long lost friends.
These people would just have passed her by without a second glance in the street, but in here, in the privacy and confidentiality of the club, they were all friends.

The disco started. The party began. People were still arriving. It did not take long for the dance floor to fill up.
Some people promenaded through the rooms, alone or with their partners, showing off their outfits while they checked out who was there and what they were up to.
Singles soon found partners to go into the back room to play for half an hour, then returned. Then maybe, they would stick with the same person or get off with someone else.
At nine o'clock, the disco stopped for the buffet. There were a few announcements, a gothic dance act were the cabaret that night, followed by a raffle. The first prize was a tray of meat donated from a member who was a butcher. The second prize was some ikea vouchers.

It was all so down to earth and familiar, but so bizarrely insane! Jennifer loved it, but had no idea how she would fit in.
As the night progressed, everyone enjoyed a drink, but no one got so inebriated that they were falling over. There were no drugs (that she could see), yet most people looked to be happy enough.one couple had a tiff and left early.
As people became less inhibited with the alcohol, then several people shed more layers of clothing. Men became topless or showed off their button revealing trousers. Women shed their cardigans revealing pert breasts and an oozy midriff or hitched their skirts up even higher. No one was completely naked. No genitals were on show. Even in the privacy of the back rooms, dignity was maintained. People kissed, caressed, squeezed, slapped, taunted, humiliated, degraded, stretched, whipped and gave each other mild electric shocks, but no one had full blown sex. That was taken elsewhere. The passion might only be taken out to the car park, a local hotel room, or all the way home. Even though this was a private party, the venue was still a respectable place. It still had to comply with the rules of it's late night license. A party like this was controversial in itself. If it got out that people had sex there and the press got a hold of that information, the venue would have their license revoked. They would have to close. The club would have to break up. It was not worth the risk. This was not a venue for a sex party or orgy, no matter how deviant the party was in other ways. Everything HAD to remain completely legal.

Jenifer had to admit she enjoyed the party. It was different. The people were good people. She was not sure how she fitted in with everyone, but she was willing to give it a try.
She attended several parties over the next six months. She experimented with several different things... being sub, being dom, getting tied up... she had not yet found her niche, but she was enjoying trying different things out!