After another whirlwind of collaborative rehearsals, the four of them set out for her special dinner, an experience too lovely for words. Steve, Jonathan, and Ethan dressed up in suits and escorted her in and out of the car like she was a princess with a retinue of knights. The restaurant they chose was dark and elegant, with candlelight and a delicious gourmet menu. They drank champagne and toasted to her birthday, then they toasted to the Gold Quartet, because this was one of the most auspicious weeks of their lives.
Whole minutes went by when she wasn’t thinking about what was coming after the dinner, whole minutes when she enjoyed the food and appreciated how handsome and nurturing her friends were. But those minutes would pass, and she’d start squirming impatiently in her seat again.
The men split the check, although most of it would eventually be reimbursed by the Philharmonic, and then they left the gorgeous restaurant to walk the block and a half to Revolver. The sidewalks were crowded in the nightclub district, and some people were already drunk, so the guys moved around her to shield her—and her favorite white lace dress—from unruly pedestrians. God, the three of them were so protective and hot.
Ethan knew enough German to negotiate their way through Revolver’s door. Ruby gathered from the short conversation that couples received a discount on the admission price. When Ethan gestured to the four of them and proclaimed them a couple, Ruby huddled closer to them and smiled at the doorman. One of his brows rose, and he gestured them through the club’s doors with an approving grin. The four of them wandered into a long, low room with black walls and soft light. This wasn’t the club yet, but a giant coat room, where patrons decided how much, or how little, of their street clothing they wanted to wear inside.
“Do you need help taking off your dress?” Jonathan asked.
He unzipped her and drew the garment from her nervous fingers, but he let her keep her bra and panties on, as well as her white garter belt and stockings. Thank God she’d packed them, since all the guys enjoyed lingerie, especially Steve, who liked to rip her stockings to shreds. He always replaced the ripped pairs with new stockings, but he eventually ripped those too.
Her pristine white slutwear stood out among the sea of black and latex around them. Some people got fully naked, but most wore at least a few provocative accessories. Ethan and Jonathan stripped down to tight, dark boxer briefs, while Steve rocked form-fitting tighty-whiteys that exaggerated his jock appearance and physique.
She was relieved they weren’t going naked. She wasn’t ready for all their cocks at once, not visually, and not physically. At least not yet. Whenever people opened the doors leading into the club, loud, throbbing rave music boomed through, making her heart beat faster. Or maybe it was just her nerves.
“You okay?” Steve asked, pulling her into an embrace. His snug-fitting white briefs left nothing to the imagination, including his burgeoning erection. Some nearby women admired him with open stares.
“I’m good. Let’s go see what’s going on in there,” she said, determined to be brave. She’d fantasized about this forever, after all.
Those same women looked on with jealousy as she took the hands of all three guys and dragged them toward the counter to turn over their suits and dresses to the coat check attendants, who all wore Revolver-branded pasties and skimpy aprons. Yes, the guys too, although some of the aprons were so skimpy, you could get a glimpse of what they were packing underneath.
Her friends—and lovers—once again moved into protective formation as they entered the club’s main room. Lights ricocheted around them, and sexy European techno music assailed their ears. The club didn’t disappoint; there was sex happening everywhere. Handjobs, blowjobs, couples grinding and writhing against one another in time to the music. One naked woman with wild blonde hair and huge breasts pumped her fists from her place atop her partner’s shoulders.
For a while the four of them just watched. The kinky wedding reception they’d played the night she and Ethan first hooked up…well, that was pure innocence compared to this. The vibe in the club was free and beautiful, but also intimidating.
“There are tunnels, and smaller, quieter rooms,” Steve said, his deep voice barely cutting through the pounding music. “Let’s go exploring.”
All their hands were on her, firm and reassuring, some on her back or shoulders, one patting her nearly naked ass. Steve, probably. So handsy. There were wide tunnels leading away from various areas of the main space. Some were labeled, but even Ethan’s German couldn’t predict what they’d find on the other side of them, so they just started walking through them.
One tunnel led to a “vibe room” with sensual new age music, free-form sex sculptures, and a fog of pot smoke. They backed out of that one and took a different tunnel, stepping around a couple copulating in the middle of it. This one led to a heated, steamy swimming area, and more frolicking couples fucking in and out of the heart-shaped pool.