A note to readers:
This is a long story that unfolds chapter by chapter through the eyes of two protagonists - Mark and Elsa, and as in many of my other stories involves a growing spate of horny characters.
Every ten chapters or so I will provide a short summary at the start of that episode to bring new readers up to date (see start of Ch. 70).
This story could appear in a number of genres (Loving Wives, Incest, Lesbian, Fetish, and more) depending on the chapter, but the overall theme is Group, so I have applied this moniker to all chapters. The story is still being written, yet I intend to post a new chapter every couple of days. Enjoy.
Chapter 74 - Family Planning. Opening Night at Club Infinity
Mark
Yes, I went to India, but only for three days not four. I got back a half-day before I appeared at the condo. I spent that time at The Meadows and Club. Everyone else was in the city, except I did see Elsa and Stacy at the soon-to-be-open Club. The reason why was that I wanted to attend to the last details on the Grand Opening of the
Club Infinity.
With the time difference, and my weird sleeping habits, I was in almost constant communication with Elsa and Stacy about the place. I finished up early in Mumbai, and starting the long flight back by way of Luton to refuel, and then a long direct flight to City Airport. John had brought the long haul 737 along with two relief pilots to keep things safe. He didn't want to fall asleep and keep right on flying along on autopilot.
John told me the story from when he'd been in the USAF that a B-52 pilot had told him about flying the interminably long flights where they were on a mock bombing sortie aiming at several major cities in the old USSR, only everyone in the plane fell asleep - a crew of eight and everyone dozed off! They overflew their turnaround point in North Dakota and ended up near the North Pole before someone woke up and realized what the hell was happening. Somehow, they managed to avoid a major reprimand or the start of World War III.
I spent twelve hours with Elsa, Stacy, Lee, and everybody else at the club doing everything from making major spending decisions (my wallet), to bringing boxes of liquor in to stock the new bar. Near the end of the day everyone was there except the patrons. I was taken that Kate Kenworthy was there too, lugging boxes and helping to set up the tables and the bar so everything looked in top shape.
Onstage two of the male strippers and four of the female strippers were practicing their routines. Fortunately, they had the music at a reasonable level instead of what it would be once the risqué part of the club fired up around ten o'clock each evening we were open.
The bartenders were laying out their bar and making final adjustments as to where glasses and bottles sat, and getting to know which taps worked what beverages. The kitchen area was abuzz with the cooks just practicing by laying out a nice meal for everyone else that was working that day. I thought the food came out reasonably well. I did make a few recommendations, and they seem well received.
Lee and Stacy showed me some of the advertising from the prior week. I liked it, and so apparently did about three hundred others who took advantage of the 'special sign-up offer' with great discounts, include free 'club' membership if a large donation was made to the city hospital expansion fund.
Stacy had talked to the fire marshall about our opening. The club was rated as 210 people on the downstairs floor area, and 65 upstairs, which had separate fire escapes. He allowed that for the special occasion we could go up to about four hundred providing all the fire doors remained open and a crew was onsite. She readily agreed to those terms, and that set up part of what would be happening that night. She also made sure he had a special club membership that extended to his family.
Lucas stepped in and handled the security for the opening night, coordinating with Lee. He had the core group he needed to protect - the girls and me, and then provided extra security for the various open doors, and also sobriety checkpoints armed with breathalyzers at the exits from the large parking lot. When the police heard about the checkpoints, I got a special call of gratitude from them praising the attention to detail, safety, and the good example we were setting, even if only for the special night.
I called everyone who'd worked on
Club Infinity
together about five o'clock. The bartenders set up small flutes of champagne so we could toast to the club and each other's success. Five o'clock was when the door would be opening the next night, for an official start time of seven p.m. I gave a little speech, praising their efforts, expressing my appreciation for their future focus on making our customers have a great experience while they were with us, and also acknowledging the special efforts that Stacy, Lee, Alice, and Elsa had put into making the Club Infinity a reality.
As I spoke, I couldn't help but notice the unusual assortment of people we had gathered around - about fifty people. Not everyone would be working every night, but for the grand opening it was all hands on deck. There were about ten bartenders, four of the male and all ten of the female strippers were there, and scantily dressed given that they had just finished a dress rehearsal of their late night routines. When we opened for normal operations we would have a ladies night one night a week that would feature the male strippers during certain time segments. The rest of the time it was tits and ass, as Elsa called it. The grand opening was only a tame sampler of what would be our regular offer in the sex department.
From opening to eight o'clock, the club would be a fairly straight restaurant and bar - even young children would be welcome. We hoped to have some live music, but not the full band that would start at eight and go to midnight or later with a few breaks; from eight on, the place would be a rockin' dance club.
The whole tenor of the club would change again between ten and ten-thirty depending on clientele. After that, the strippers would also be performing. People could continue to dance, but on stage there would be some very risqué entertainment - our strippers. Each girl (or guy) would perform for about twenty minutes, working the crowd, and milking the paper money stuffed into G-strings and jock straps by audience members. There'd be a ten minute or so break between one performer ending his or her routine, and the next starting.
During the subsequent performances, the guys or gals in particular would circulate in the audience soliciting lap dances and photo ops. We set some rules, in accord with the state laws, about no hands and such, but we were prepared to be lax about enforcing those except in problem situations.
Most of the population, even in the adjacent states knew that full nudity was allowed. For the grand opening we were only going to segue into that state of dress after midnight with some unique lighting effects, in particular colored strobes and lasers. Stacy was going to be playing emcee all night long - one of her new jobs - and would be sure the audience knew that our routine shows would be a little more risqué than what they were seeing at our opening, especially since so many people brought their wives or partners along to the gala. We expected some complaints, and everyone who was working had free drink coupons to give out as a salve for just that situation.
A few of the electricians opted to work on the lighting after we broke up our thank you speeches, but other than that, most people went home.
Alice, Stacy and Elsa took me upstairs to christen the VVIP room. I guessed their motivations, and even caught a smirk from Lucas as they led me up the cordoned off stairway. Elsa led the way into the safe room, now beautifully appointed with furniture, and a series of photographs of nude women that were sexy, lewd, and unbelievably artistic. The photos were the work of Brite Reber, a photographer working out of her farm in Minnesota, who had done kings, queens, rock stars, and every other kind of celebrity you could think of. Some of the photographs were Brite, a point that made them especially appealing.
One particular photograph showed the petals of a Gardenia - about four feet across. Right next to the beautiful 'plant' worthy of a Georgia O'Keeffe painting and the same size, was a woman's vulva, with the petals of her labia minora as beautifully spread as the flower revealing the invitation to her sex.
