We sat in the car for a solid 15 minutes staring at the neon “Open” sign. My heartbeat seemed to ricochet between my feet and my brain. I knew that once we were in the building, it would be a whole other world.
For months, we had been talking on and off about going to our local swingers club. And we were finally sitting in the parking lot bantering back and forth waiting for one of us to get up the courage to say “Okay, lets go”. We knew that the hardest part would be walking through the front door; and eventually decided that we would just go in and check it out and if we were uncomfortable, we would just leave and go somewhere else.
So we crossed over the threshold and the door swung closed behind us. I pulled myself tighter into the arm of my Sir, tucking every part of my face except my eyes behind his shoulder and scanning the lobby for anyone who might know me or my life outside the door. Finding no one, I relaxed a little. We checked in with the front desk, placed our items in our locker, swapped my day collar for my play collar, and were toured around by a very sweet and wonderful gentleman who concluded our walk-around with “Just sit back, relax, and watch the circus.”