Three days ago I had been sitting in my office a hundred miles away and, unlike me, had been unable to concentrate on cleaning up some of the administrative minutiae that was clogging my inbox. More important work was also at a standstill, all awaiting some resolution of issues beyond my control. I was bored, distracted, and to be blunt, I was in a funk.
On a whim, and without any idea of what I might find, I had booked a room at the Freyja Club Hotel and headed to Washington. Now, as I neared the end of a five-mile run around the capitol mall, I reflected on what had happened as a result of that impulsive decision. First, I had discovered and later participated in Libby's exhibitionistic fantasies, then, had an unexpected reunion with Fionia, and last night, had been pushed to the brink of sexual exhaustion by Hayley and only had about two hours of sleep in the past twenty-four. I needed a nap.
On a Saturday, I didn't expect to be disturbed, but just in case, I slipped the "Do Not Disturb" card over the door knob anyway, closed the curtains, and was asleep in less than fifteen seconds. It had been some years ago that I slept a day away, but it was nearly five p.m. when I rousted my now sleep-satisfied body from the bed and headed toward the shower. It is truly amazing what an almost seven-hour 'nap' and a hot needle-sharp shower can do for one's outlook on life.
Other than a small sandwich that Hayley had prepared the previous evening, I hadn't had a meal in almost twenty hours and I was starving!
The Freyja Club opened at six p.m. and I was there just as they opened the doors. Of course, I'm being facetious, since one doesn't just amble through the doors. I first had to establish my membership by using the embedded microchip in my hand and survive the scrutiny of the always humorless security guard at the entrance, but once through the 'Viking Ship' door and into the club proper, things improved considerably.
Rachel, the club hostess, greeted me by name and I was happy to see that her beautiful and substantial mammaries jutted from her chest in a way that made men's blood rush to their cock and women feel pangs of envious jealousy. She was pleasantly aloof, just as I remembered. While sex is a powerful urge, so is hunger. So, while it would have been most pleasant to just tarry with Rachel, I headed in the direction of the bar instead.
If I had a companion, I might have opted for the restaurant, but when alone, I usually order something from the bar and chat with the bartenders, most of whom are female and are almost as well endowed as Rachel. I was hoping that Michelle might be on duty, but when I arrived, I learned that she was off taking inventory, so I was greeted by a woman whose silver tiara 'name tag' revealed that her name was Terry.
Terry was a new hire whom I had not met since I learned that she had started after my last visit. She was a pretty thirtyish brunette with an hourglass figure, wonderfully liquid tits, and a nicely trimmed bush. I introduced myself and I could see Terry's face scrunch up as if it meant something that she couldn't quite put her finger on. I had an idea that Michelle may have told her about me, but I chose to let it be for the moment. I ordered my old standby: a French Dip Sandwich and a tall Heineken and watched Terry's cute butt wiggle its way toward a computer station to enter my order.
Because I had entered the club so early, there weren't many other members in attendance, so I used my idle time to ogle the female staff. In addition to Rachel and Terry, I could see Corey, one of the other bartenders Ann, a waitress in the restaurant, and, of course, Paula at her post by the 'Board.' On a whim, as soon as Terry brought my beer, I picked it up and walked in Paula's direction.
In Freyja Clubs, sexual relations between members and staff are not prohibited and I was aware that the male 'stewards' were essentially hired to provide such services, but it was understood that it was always voluntary. I myself had several sexual adventures with the staff in at least three separate clubs. In fact, Paula and I had ended up in one of the activity suites not too many months ago and as I walked in her direction, the thought of a second encounter did cross my mind.
She saw me coming and I would like to think that the beaming smile that I saw was in recognition of our time together, but since Paula always seemed to be smiling, it was hard to tell.
As soon as I arrived at her post by the 'Board,' we began chatting like long-time friends. Again, because it was so early there were no postings yet on the 'Board,' but Paula assured me that on a Saturday there would be at least a dozen in the next hour. Paula had originally been hired by the New York club several years ago but had transferred here when her father, who was a Czech diplomat moved from a post in the U.N. to the Embassy in Washington.
I had made use of the 'Board' only twice. The first time was in Paris, and that was the night before I was officially initiated. That first experience had been with an English woman named Fionia, who as fate would have it, reappeared in my life just the day before yesterday as one of the more surprising events of this impromptu and unplanned visit. I knew that many of the posts were requests for partners to engage in sex acts that weren't exactly my cup of tea; BDSM, analingus, and male/male sex in particular. Interestingly, according to Paula and consistent with my own observations, such requests constituted the majority of the Board's posts.
I reminded Paula that I had once asked her if she saw many posts requesting "Slow, romantic sex," and she had responded that she thought that I was one of the few people she knew who would post such a ridiculous request. We both laughed remembering that exchange and we're still chuckling as an attractive couple approached and the man reached for one of the blank cards and began to write. His partner, a cute fortysomething blonde smiled and gave me a quick once over, but didn't say anything.
