Anna is a good friend. Her sexuality is barely perceptible, it doesn't seem to play a role for her. Her clothes and hairstyle are the opposite of erotic. But underneath all this reserve you can see that she is a very sweet and beautiful woman.
She is always very reserved in the face of our open, sometimes aggressive eroticism and physicality. You can tell it makes her uncomfortable. So we leave her alone with it. There's no need to persuade her to do something she obviously doesn't want to do. Of course, it's a shame she's not part of our FwB -- friends with benefits -- circle because she's got a great body, but she's a lovely person who we like to meet and don't want to put off.
When Kay, she and I are sitting in a pub again, one of us casually mentions the Triple X club. Anna picks up on this and tells us that she recently read an article about the club and wants to know if we know it. Yes, we reply. Anna wants to know if it's really a den of iniquity where everyone has sex with everyone else.
Well, we haven't read the article, but it's true that it's a very revealing club where you can have sex openly in front of the other visitors, and of course with them. Anna grimaces a little at the idea, but she has become curious. She wants to see if it's that easy to get in!
We offer to go in with her, but there is a dress code. As erotic and sexy as possible. Body-hugging, preferably in vinyl, leather, latex or rubber. The wildest fantasies are possible. She should think of something she would like to have ripped off her body in her hottest, wettest dreams. Something that she would never wear in the street or in the office, but that gives her a tingling, erotic euphoria because she knows it flatters her body and makes men and women desire her, which in turn gives her power over them.
"I don't know," is her hesitant reply, but we don't let her get away with it. We gave her the address of a shop where she would find what she was looking for and arranged to meet her the following Saturday.
When the day arrives, Kay puts on a simple, sheer black dress with spaghetti straps that fits like a second skin. The front is cut so that the fabric rises just high enough so that the corners, where the straps are attached, cover her nipples like little quarter flags. At the bottom, it's comfortably up to her arse cheeks, but when she walks, the dress pushes up so that her pussy would be peeking out from underneath if it weren't covered by a beautiful, narrow g-string. The straps are silver chains that run across her hips and buttocks, showing through the thin fabric of the dress. The small scarf over her shaved cunt doesn't hide any glances either, and is so small that it only really covers Kay's inner vaginal lips, which always peek out of her cleft.
I'm wearing vinyl trousers and a leather harness with two rings around my nipples and little nipple clamps hanging from them.
We pick Anna up. She's wearing a long, high-necked coat, which only increases our curiosity about her outfit, especially as she's got patent leather boots peeking out from underneath it, and her simple brown hair, which always hangs straight and neatly over her forehead, but is also boring, has been changed into a modern, blonde and vampy short hairstyle. She doesn't want to open her coat in the ride and grins shyly. Only when we are just outside the Triple-X does she show us her new look. She turns her back to us, opens the coat and, turning around, tosses it behind her with a flourish.
We are left breathless. We must have realised that there was more to Anna than we suspected when she expressed an interest in coming to the Triple-X, but we really didn't expect this: her patent leather boots are more like stockings or cuffs because they come up over her thighs and she wears a short patent skirt over them. Her flat, muscular belly is bare and her bustier with wide straps, also made of vinyl like her choker, is an elevator for her firm breasts, which are naked, pierced and round. A small mistress whip dangles from the side. The juice runs into my cock, which tries to rebel in my trousers.
"Anna..." Kay begins, "this is amazing, why have you never let anything slip -- my cunt is really dripping when I look at you like this".
