In her e-mail she'd said she wanted to go to strip clubs and sex clubs, so I'd done some online research that afternoon.
"Well, there's Obsessions down by Deansgate Locks," I said. "That's meant to be a good strip club."
"We could," she said. "But I think I'm too horny to just watch now. Isn't there anywhere we could go and, you know, do stuff?"
"Sure," I said, trying to sound nonchalant as we walked along the pavement, and trying to think about something other than sticking my cock up her ass.
I'd never been to a sex club before, but had looked them up on the Internet, so I knew of one not far from where we were.
We walked there in silence, her arm in mine, both walking a little faster than we would normally. I was a bit nervous, not knowing what to expect when we got there, but I knew for certain that I wanted my night with Carrie to continue.
We arrived at the entrance to the venue and I paid my entrance fee to the big shaven-headed bloke at the front desk. Then we walked into a bar area. It seemed normal enough. There were a few people sat on tables around the room and a couple sat at the bar on their own. The only thing that was different from a normal bar was that as we walked in they all stopped talking and turned to look at us. I could feel a dozen pairs of eyes looking me up and down, appraising me for fucking potential.
I leant forward to whisper to Carrie: "Is it here, or does that happen wherever you go?"
She laughed and whispered back: "No. Just here."
At the bar we ordered a beer and a white wine, and went to a table where I began to look back at the other people in the bar.
It was, to be honest, a pretty disappointing view. There were about ten men, most of them older than fifty and most of them pretty unattractive. There were two women who were younger, maybe in their thirties and not bad looking, but neither of them was exciting me. Neither cracked a smile the whole time I looked at them. They both looked a little rough and I suspected they were hookers. I was beginning to see why they'd all been so interested in us when we arrived.
Carrie leant over to me and whispered: "See anything you like?"
I grimaced at her and she did back to me.
"Well, you're not bad I suppose," I said with a smile.
"Yeah, but everyone in here is fucking ugly," she replied, looking around the room with dismay.
"Let's give it some time," I said. "Someone else might turn up."
But they didn't. About eight new people turned up, and a group of three came out of a side room. They were all men, with one exception, a very fat woman with bright purple hair and far too few clothes, who came out of the side room with two men with grey hair and big smiles. She caught my eye and winked at me from the bar. I looked away rapidly.
A few of the men came over and tried to start a conversation with Carrie. They all completely ignored me. In fact they mostly ignored her, and talked to her tits.
By the time we'd finished our drinks we were both ready to go. We walked away in silence, putting as much distance between us and the place as possible.
"I'm really sorry about that," I said.
"Eurgh. That place was horrible," said Carrie.
"Yeah. I'm sorry," I said.
"Those men!" She grimaced.
"I know. The women weren't much better either."
We stood in silence. It had started to rain gently. I was beginning to worry that such a promising night was going to end early. Fortunately though I did have another place up my sleeve.
"I do know another place we could try. It might be better than that," I said hopefully.
"Do you think it will be?" she said looking sceptical.
"I don't know. I mean if you want we can just call it a night. But maybe we could try this place. If it's anything like the last one we can leave straightaway."
She thought about it for a while then said: "Ok. I'll try it. But if it's like that then I'm going home."
This one was out of town so we hailed a cab and in twenty minutes were standing outside it. It didn't look like much from the outside, but we both took a deep breath and went inside.
Immediately it had a better atmosphere. There were more people, around fifty or so, and they were generally younger and better looking. The owners had obviously spent a bit of money on the place. It had the fairly naff black, gold and red décor that you associate with that sort of place, but it wasn't tatty like the other place, and the low lighting made it seem classier. There was a decent sound system pumping out a bassy beat.
As we walked down the steps into the main area quite a few heads turned our way. I had that same feeling of being judged, but here I was myself hungrily looking around the room. I counted at least six women I wanted to fuck, and was pleased to see that two of them were already half naked, their breasts spilling out into the eager hands and mouths of the men at their tables.
