building he pulled up outside was just another of the many grey warehouses that peppered the area.
It didn't look like a strip club.
“This it?” Fowler asked.
“It's a private place,” the taxi driver replied. “Few people know about it. I'll come in and vouch for you.”
The taxi driver got out and stalked off towards the building with an odd, hunched gait.
“Follow me,” he waved back at them with a smile.
“What do you think?” Fowler said.
“Let's go get some tail!” Miller whooped, getting out of the car and rushing after the taxi driver.
“I swear I'm going to kill that fucking moron,” Fowler said.
“We may as well go and see what it's like,” Chris said, getting out after Miller.
“I don't think this place will even pretend to be a strip club. It's probably going to be a full-on brothel,” Terry said. “You going to be okay with that Chris?”
The other guys had no illusions about why they were here. At some point they were going to bang the shit out of some East European tart. Chris was the choir boy of the party. He had a long time girlfriend back home and while he was happy to spend an evening ogling naked female flesh, he'd been vacillating about how far he'd go.
Fowler reckoned that wasn't going to be very far at all, but each to their own as far as he was concerned.
“Sure, it'll be fine,” Chris said. “I'll have some drinks at the bar and wait while you guys have some fun. I might even find one I can't resist.”
Or end up saying yes to the ugliest old banger just because he didn't have the guts to say no, Fowler thought with a smile.
The four of them followed the stringy taxi driver as he took them through an anonymous side door and into a small entrance corridor.
They really did have a thing about privacy, Fowler thought. He could understand there being no signs on the outside of the building, but nothing in the entrance corridor as well was really fucking paranoid.
The taxi driver led them to an old lift and pulled the doors across. It rattled up two floors and opened out into another featureless corridor with a plain door at the end of it.
“This is a special place,” the taxi driver said. He sounded almost awed. “Can you feel it?”
There was an odd feeling to the place, Fowler thought. His hairs were standing on end as if he'd just walked into a field of static electricity. It was a little weird. He was also surprised to find he felt a little turned on as well. Maybe the excitement was getting to him. Maybe he needed to get laid more than he'd originally thought.
The taxi driver opened the door at the end of the corridor and the first thing that struck Fowler was the heat. It was very hot inside and humid, like a hothouse, yet the room on the other side of the door was dark and vast. They went through the door and found themselves standing on a metal platform staring out at formless darkness both ahead, above and below them. The room was so large and dark they couldn't see any of the other walls.
“Where are the girls?” Miller asked.
“Wait,” the taxi driver said, “here they come.”
Fowler heard a sigh, but the acoustics were strange. It was like an echo, but from so far off it didn't even sound like it came from this world.
Forms descended down out of the darkness. They were female. At least partly.
The upper part of their bodies was definitely recognisable as female. They were naked and beautiful beyond description. All had the delicate high cheekbones, perfectly rounded breasts and large soft eyes of top models.
No, their beauty was beyond that. They were an ideal of feminine beauty. Any could have displaced the latest model sensation from the cover of a fashion magazine with ease.
At least until you looked at the bottom half of their bodies. At first it looked like they were each sitting on a bulbous green sac, nearly big enough to hold a person. Then you looked closely at the waists and saw how the pale white flesh of what should have been
It didn't look like a strip club.
“This it?” Fowler asked.
“It's a private place,” the taxi driver replied. “Few people know about it. I'll come in and vouch for you.”
The taxi driver got out and stalked off towards the building with an odd, hunched gait.
“Follow me,” he waved back at them with a smile.
“What do you think?” Fowler said.
“Let's go get some tail!” Miller whooped, getting out of the car and rushing after the taxi driver.
“I swear I'm going to kill that fucking moron,” Fowler said.
“We may as well go and see what it's like,” Chris said, getting out after Miller.
“I don't think this place will even pretend to be a strip club. It's probably going to be a full-on brothel,” Terry said. “You going to be okay with that Chris?”
The other guys had no illusions about why they were here. At some point they were going to bang the shit out of some East European tart. Chris was the choir boy of the party. He had a long time girlfriend back home and while he was happy to spend an evening ogling naked female flesh, he'd been vacillating about how far he'd go.
Fowler reckoned that wasn't going to be very far at all, but each to their own as far as he was concerned.
“Sure, it'll be fine,” Chris said. “I'll have some drinks at the bar and wait while you guys have some fun. I might even find one I can't resist.”
Or end up saying yes to the ugliest old banger just because he didn't have the guts to say no, Fowler thought with a smile.
The four of them followed the stringy taxi driver as he took them through an anonymous side door and into a small entrance corridor.
They really did have a thing about privacy, Fowler thought. He could understand there being no signs on the outside of the building, but nothing in the entrance corridor as well was really fucking paranoid.
The taxi driver led them to an old lift and pulled the doors across. It rattled up two floors and opened out into another featureless corridor with a plain door at the end of it.
“This is a special place,” the taxi driver said. He sounded almost awed. “Can you feel it?”
There was an odd feeling to the place, Fowler thought. His hairs were standing on end as if he'd just walked into a field of static electricity. It was a little weird. He was also surprised to find he felt a little turned on as well. Maybe the excitement was getting to him. Maybe he needed to get laid more than he'd originally thought.
The taxi driver opened the door at the end of the corridor and the first thing that struck Fowler was the heat. It was very hot inside and humid, like a hothouse, yet the room on the other side of the door was dark and vast. They went through the door and found themselves standing on a metal platform staring out at formless darkness both ahead, above and below them. The room was so large and dark they couldn't see any of the other walls.
“Where are the girls?” Miller asked.
“Wait,” the taxi driver said, “here they come.”
Fowler heard a sigh, but the acoustics were strange. It was like an echo, but from so far off it didn't even sound like it came from this world.
Forms descended down out of the darkness. They were female. At least partly.
The upper part of their bodies was definitely recognisable as female. They were naked and beautiful beyond description. All had the delicate high cheekbones, perfectly rounded breasts and large soft eyes of top models.
No, their beauty was beyond that. They were an ideal of feminine beauty. Any could have displaced the latest model sensation from the cover of a fashion magazine with ease.
At least until you looked at the bottom half of their bodies. At first it looked like they were each sitting on a bulbous green sac, nearly big enough to hold a person. Then you looked closely at the waists and saw how the pale white flesh of what should have been
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