Lost in Translation:
A Night at the Obnažený Hospoda
by auwriter
Chapter 1
Having overheard a conversation between two girls talking about the Obnažený Hospoda, a place where they claim to never fail to get a one-night stand Rosie became intrigued by the idea. After 4 years of no intimacy, 4 years of wanting to be swept off her feet once again after her husband had dumped her for a "newer model" Rosie decides to look it up, if she couldn't have Mr Right, she would have a MR Right Now, in a far-flung place where nobody knew her.
If it was close to her hotel, she would give it a try. She googled the location of the Obnažený Hospoda, finding it was only 2 blocks from her hotel. It seemed perfect to her, head out, meet a guy, bring him back to her hotel, have her way with him and then leave Prague in the morning, never needing to even know his name. How easy!
She showered, making sure to trim and preen herself for the big night. She prided herself on the intricate design of her pubic hair, a butterfly, which she had left there when she had the rest lasered. Intricate and delicate, and if things went to plan, she would be displaying it privately to her lover for the night, she hoped it might arouse him.
Beneath the pubic bone, her lips were clean, not a single hair. Of course, she understood how silly it was, a one night stand is not about this type of preparation, it's meant to be a quick deed done, relief and moving on, but Rosie was the type who prepared for everything, planning was her thing, closely followed by the perfect outfit and accessories.
She painstakingly put on a hip chain, a delicate symphony of elegance and allure. Around her waist, the fine gold gracefully accentuated her small frame, each link meticulously crafted to catch the light with a subtle shimmer. Attached to her navel piercing, a garnet set in gold glimmered softly, drawing the eye to her midsection, she believed her strong point, with understated allure. Together, the hip chain and navel adornment create not only a harmonious balance of sophistication and sensuality but lead the eye, via the delicate chain attaching the two, downwards toward her pubic region. Checking in the mirror, Rosie was content that it showed her natural beauty with an element of grace and refinement.
The Brazilian cut red lace designer panties and matching bra complemented the secret adornments. Being a warm night, Rosie opted for a pair of low cut, tight blue jeans, long black boots and tight short midriff tops, allowing the navel adornment and suggestive southbound chain to be visible, and she hoped, suggestively.
Far from large, Rosie's frame and body could almost be described as girlish, her small breasts, flat stomach and slender hips in perfect shape for a woman of her age, not a sign of cellulite anywhere, which she attributed to her genetics. At 65, her mother still had no cellulite.
She finished styling her hair and applying a little makeup, her beauty therapist's words from back home rattling through her head "less is more Rosie, go gentle with the makeup. It is used to highlight your beauty, not hide it"
Chapter 2
She found no signage, just the address, and walked through the door and down the stairs. She walked toward the bar uncertainly, taking in the look of the place. It was gothic by design, with chains and objects of torture adorning the walls, as well as photographs and artworks of people in many different sex acts. In short, it was what she would have imagined a brothel might look like, having never been to one.
Rosie approached the bar, her heart pounding with a mix of nervousness and excitement. She could feel the barman's gaze on her as she took a seat on one of the black leather stools. The air was heavy with the smell of incense, creating an intoxicating atmosphere that made her head spin slightly. The dim lighting cast shadows across the room, adding to the mysterious allure of the place.
Rosie could feel a shiver run down her spine as she sat on the black leather stool, her eyes now studying the eclectic decor. The photographs and artworks made her cheeks flush with a mixture of intrigue and apprehension.
The barman approached her, introducing himself. "Good evening, my name is Viktor"
"Rosie" she introduced herself, smiling. "This is some place. Is this the Obnažený Hospoda? I could see no sign"
"Yes, it is. Tonight at least. We don't put a sign up, It's a once a year name. This bar is, however, a little, how should I say, alternative? Are you sure you are in the right bar tonight Rosie?"
Rosie felt a surge of adrenaline coursing through her veins as she met Viktor's gaze, his eyes locking onto hers with an intensity that made her heart skip a beat. The dim lighting in the bar cast a soft glow on his chiselled features, accentuating his rugged charm and magnetic aura. His question had concerned her a little, she had heard what the bar was famous for, pickups, and felt certain she was in the right place. Not used to being so forward, Rosie gulped, feeling a little more confident because of where she was, and the fact that nobody in this city knew her, said "I believe so. I was told this was where I might find a companion for the night?" she finished with a question, feeling herself blush.
"Oh, I am sure you will" Viktor said, looking over the top of the bar at how Rosie was dressed "But dressed like that, I am sure your chances would be quite high at any bar"
Rosie took that as a compliment and thanked him.
"Can I get you a drink? You are early, things won't really start to get interesting here for another hour or two"
"I see. Perhaps I am too eager then"
"I am sure we can accommodate you, but I do suggest you pace yourself, you don't want to drink too much before the night really begins. Can I suggest you take a seat in a booth, and I will have Katerina bring you your drink. White wine, on the house, to celebrate your first time here" he smiled.
Rosie thanked him, and walked to a corner booth. The seats were plush and comfortable, the lighting dim, but sufficient. Katerina arrived with her drink, greeted her politely, and suggested she get comfortable. "The night starts at 8:30"
Rosie thanked Katerina, and wondered just what did start at 8:30. Slowly, people were beginning to gather, she felt somewhat overdressed but didn't think a lot of it, it was common for her to overdo it when it came to dressing.
She had two more drinks, which she paid for while waiting for the elusive 8:30 to arrive. The bar was beginning to fill, though not as much as she thought it might. She was beginning to get a little concerned it may not live up to her expectations.
Rosie sipped on her white wine, observing the diverse group of people beginning to filter into the dimly lit bar. The air was thick with a heady mix of anticipation and desire, sending a rush of excitement through her veins. She couldn't help but feel a sense of liberation being in this mysterious place where she could explore her desires without judgment.
As she glanced around, Rosie noticed Katerina moving gracefully through the room, her presence captivating.
As the clock ticked closer to 8:30, Rosie's heart pounded in anticipation. She couldn't help but feel a sense of nervous excitement coursing through her veins, her mind racing with thoughts of what the night might hold. The dimly lit atmosphere of the bar enveloped her, casting a spell of mystery and intrigue that she found both thrilling and unnerving.
The clock hit 8:30, and Viktor came over the PA system.
"Ladies and gentlemen, it is now 8:30. Those who have been here before for World Nude Day know what is next, for those here for the first time, Katerina will be around to see you shortly.
