SEARCHING FOR HOME
Chapter 25: Club Hopping
With more time on his paws, Feral got the address of one of the clubs still standing from Razor who had discovered the Masquerade Club had been destroyed but Anonymous, though damaged, was still in business. Feral decided to wait a little while before going there, to give the club time to make repairs. Just a few days ago, he learned the club had a grand reopening. Time to go check it out.
It was a warm and beautiful summer's evening when he walked up to the door of the discreet club known as Anonymous. It was located in a middle class neighborhood with high rises on one side and behind and a jewelry store next door to it. The street and parking lot were clean and well lighted. Tonight it was full. The exterior didn't tell one much of what went on inside.
It was a simple brick building that filled the block, was well kept, had no windows (at least not on the street side anyway), a heavy, double oak door with nice gold handles for the entrance, two fancy lamps on either side of the entry along with two planters full of flowers and bushes gave it an upper class look, and the final touch, fancy black numbers for the address with the name of the club above it in medium sized letters. Very understated, indeed! The front facade he could tell was all new. Apparently, the entire front of the building was the part that had suffered a stray missile strike.
He opened the right hand door which moved easily and silently, closing behind him with a solid thump. The small foyer held a coat check area and a beefy guard who also served as the official greeter dressed in a tux, of all things, guarding another door leading into the club proper.
Feral had no coat to check in so just nodded at the pretty she-kat at the counter then stepped up to the guard.
"Good evening sir, the cover charge is $30 and here is a mask. The rules for the club are posted everywhere, please read and heed," he said in a polite, deep voice.
Feral paid the fee, pulled on the elegant but simple and well made black mask that covered his face to just below his nose, very easily, then the guard opened the door saying, "have an enjoyable evening sir," gesturing for the tom to enter. Feral stepped through and was hit with the pounding beat of some form of modern rock.
He pushed on in and looked around. The interior had a futuristic feel to it...gleaming new age plastics in strange and wondrous shapes and colors were standing here and there throughout the room some masquerading as seating and tables, a huge stainless steel bar set two steps off the main floor, ran the full length of the left wall. Flashing lights flickered all along its front with thickly cushioned, steel bar stools. Over the dance floor were hanging steel baskets where scantily clad male and female dancers gyrated to the pounding music.
As the guard had said, on the walls as part of the artscape, were signs that stated the rules of the club. The walls were white but definitely not plain. A wild profusion of flashing multi-colored lights were embedded in every wall making the room difficult to see due to the brightness and blinking of the lights. Add to that were spinning and twirling colored metal strips hanging from the ceiling that captured that wild lighting and sent it outward to further confuse the eyes with their flickering and sparkling.
The room was filled with people that were dancing, standing or sitting at the bar or coming and going through a heavily draped doorway of dark blue at the back of the club that must lead to more erotic pleasure rooms. And everyone was wearing masks that were every color of the rainbow. The only bare faces were the workers.
After reading the sensible rules, Feral cruised the area, staying closer to the walls so he could study the choices before plunging in himself. Though a bit on the gaudy side, he found himself enjoying the ambiance of the place.
Exactly opposite of the bar and suspended some eight feet off the floor was a small bandstand with a firm stainless still guard rail that kept the musicians from falling off to the floor below. An energetic group was banging out some really hard hitting music that had the dancers going nuts. His own head was bobbing to the frantic beat as he nursed his bottle of brew and look around.
He'd been there a little over an hour, danced with a few prospects but hadn't found any he was willing to bed as yet and was again circulating the room, when an interesting thing occurred.
His back was toward the bar as he eyed a red headed female with dark brown fur speculatively as she danced with a black/brown/gray tabby male. Suddenly, he felt a warm body press against his left side and a sultry voice spoke close to his ear.
"Hello, tall dark and very hunky," it purred seductively.
Turning his head, Feral beheld a handsome she-kat eyeing him. She was wearing a gold mask which only accentuated her brilliant copper eyes and stunning brassy blond hair that was thick and long enough to trail down her back. Her outfit was a long slinky, skin tight affair of blood red that didn't cover her one shoulder or the opposite leg on her body and on her feet were high spiked stilettoes of gold. Her fur was a deep blond with red tips and long like his own, a thick, luxurious tail with a white tip swished behind her.
Interested, Feral turned around completely to face her and discovered she wasn't alone. He gave her a puzzled look as he stared over her shoulder at the handsome and well built male who was eyeing him with interest. The male wore a gray mask through which he could see grass green eyes. He wore a sleeveless deep blue shirt and black jeans that hugged him tightly and black tennis'. His fur color was gray and black stripped and he was the same height as the female which meant they stood just below his chin. His thick, long tail was wrapped around the she-kats one bare leg.
She purred a chuckle at his surprised and questioning stare. "We wondered if you might be interested in a threesome? You looked so scrumptious and so powerful that I just had to see if we could talk you into it. By the way, this is my best friend August and I'm Shera."
Feral's eyes widened further at the amazing request. No one had ever asked him to do something like that though he had once entertained the idea when he was younger...and here was this couple that truly wanted him as their third. After getting over his shock, he thought, 'well why the heck not...could be fun.'
He gave them a broad grin. "Hmm, sounds interesting. I've never done that before."
"Ohhh, well you don't know what you've missed and we'd be happy to teach you how much fun it can be," she cooed, delighted he was willing as she took one of Feral's arms and August took the other, walking him toward the curtain at the rear of the club.
"Yeah, it's the coolest thing, especially if we end up being compatible too!" August gushed cheerfully, his voice a pleasant sounding tenor. "But even if we're not, its still a gas!"
Passing through the curtain, they encountered many people passing in and out of rooms along a straight hallway filled with doors. August spotted one and dragged the other two after him to grab it. Stepping in, he closed and locked the door after the other two had passed him into the room.
The space was lit by tiny lights sprinkled over the ceiling which kept the room rather dim and barely allowed them to see each other. There was a huge queen size bed, wall hooks for their clothes, a sink to wash up with a stack of towels nearby, and a basket filled with sexual aids on a small table beside the bed. Complimentary bottles of water were in a mini fridge near the door along with a basket for the dirty towels and a long thin can for the trash..
"They certainly think of everything," Feral commented as he pulled his shirt off and hung it.
"Yes, don't they? It's really a cool place. Shera and I have been coming here for a couple of years now," August said, removing his shoes.
"I almost wish we could have a permanent room assigned to us considering how often we're here," Shera giggled as she took her own shoes off then stood and presented her back to her friend who helped unzip her outfit.
In very little time, the three were on the queen size bed and exploring each other. All still wore their masks as required by club rules but nothing else.
"Ohhhh...aren't you a brick house..." Shera said admiringly, as she caressed Feral's heavily muscled chest as he sat with his legs crossed while she crouched on her knees before him.
"Wow, what a six pack. I've worked out a bit but I've never gotten that much definition despite my efforts. You much work out regularly," August half asked as he too caressed the hard chest from his position behind Feral.
"I do a bit," Feral admitted lightly, not willing to let on what his occupation was and enjoying the attention. It felt a bit odd to be the center of attention like this, but he didn't object, wanting to see where this would lead.
"You know, if you're up for it, how about a newbie sandwich?" August asked, a wicked gleam in his eye.
Feral turned his head to give the tom a considering look. He was always the dominant partner in most of his relationships but as he got older and took on more responsibilities, he found he needed a more intense release from all the stresses he underwent everyday. Perhaps it was time to allow someone else in the driver's seat.
Having made his decision, Feral gave the two watching him closely, a slow smile. "I've always been in charge of my sexual encounters but I find myself desiring the opportunity to give up that stance and let someone else be in charge. Do you two think you can handle giving me what I need?"
Shera and August traded a look that seemed to hold a world of meaning to them before turning their attention back to Feral. Shera gave the dark tom a wicked look while she traced a line down the broad chest with a sharp claw.
"Hmm, well big guy we're certainly willing to try," she murred in that oh so sexy voice.
"You'll either be howling or disappointed but nothing in between. I'll let you decide when we're finished," August said, a dark promise lingering in his voice, eyes gleaming hotly.
Feral gave August a considering look. The male was pretty rather than handsome and seemed too frail to give what he was promising but Feral had learned small packages can sometimes hold some real surprises. An image of Razor flashed through his mind and a smile touched his lips in memory of just how many times Razor's small size made his enemies mistake him for being weak...they never got the chance to repeat the mistake.
"I can hardly wait!" He growled, anticipation making him eager and hot.
"Then we'll get started," August said, flashing a wolfish grin then leaving the bed to paw through the sexual aids in the basket.
"By the way, handsome...what would you liked to be addressed as?" Shera asked.
"Hmm, well I hadn't really thought about it..." Feral said noncommittally, shrugging his shoulders. Most made up a name to use for convenience sake but he hadn't bothered.
"That's alright. It's more fun to make one up for our night's partner anyway. Hmm, how about something obvious like...BG for big guy?" Shera asked, smirking at him.
Feral snorted in amusement. He was really liking this pair. "Sure, its alright with me."
"Then BG I want you to go to your knees, facing the headboard and grasping it with your paws," Shera ordered becoming dominant and commanding as if a switch had been turned on.
Surprised and intrigued, Feral did as ordered. Out of Feral's view, Shera took something from August that he handed her before he went on his knees behind Feral.
"My you're tall...sit on your knees!" Shera ordered when she realized Feral was too far above her and August at the moment.
Feral complied and waited, curiosity pricked.
Shera crawled forward and wormed her way to sit in front of Feral so that her face was very close to his chest while her legs spread out on either side of his thighs. August rose up on his knees and, in concert, the pair began a sensuous, relaxing massage, starting with his shoulders and neck.
"My, you are remarkably stiff BG. That will never do!" August tsked as he dug his fingers into Feral's neck muscles.
Shera shook her head. "You're right there Auggie. He's just like a board. You were definitely needing some TLC, BG."
"Yes, well...ohhhh...my job is stressful...aaahhhh..." Feral gasped and groaned as expert fingers pushed, dug, and pummeled his body forcing it to relax...gods did it ever feel good!
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Ah No! I left my notes at the bottom again! Thank you Shadewatcher for spotting it when you thought my story was done.