Magazines lay scattered in the corner. The door to the bathroom remained locked unless he asked permission in a particular way, which seemed to change...randomly. He had no control over the images on the screen or the audio. He knew he was being watched.He sat cross legged in a yoga position, eyes closed to the barrage of pornographic visuals and sounds of animal pleasure. Johnnie Tunturo retreated into his imaginary sanctuary, the memory of his summer at his family's house on Chincoteague. Rounding the corner she could already see the lines to the clubs. To the left was 3rd Street Anti-Grav Club. Usually she went without panties and wore a short skirt, but today she only had half that equation. Pass.On the right, with not nearly as big a line was New Pluto. A nonhuman club, mostly, it was filled with various species that included Dryonosats (which came with many tentacles, each squirming into places they weren't yet invited on the dance floor), blue skinned Tharkuns (a seemingly. She grinned and waved me off.I left, giving me three minutes to get in my car and drive five hundred feet. I walked in on time. I went to the reception desk and told the woman there that I was Randall Jackson to see Nadia Clark.She said, “Uh, I’ll tell Nadia she has a guest.” She left her desk rather than use the phone. Nadia returned with her to some twittering sounds.“Hi, Randy. Come on back. You can see the dungeon.” She smiled. I got a light hug. With that momentary touching of her body to. When my wife returned from the bathroom she had gotten dressed already into the red body stocking from the night before, covered with a silk chemise. I suggested she might want to open her new presents. She looked at the black body stocking stood up and changed into it. This was different to the red one as the open crotch was much smaller and the way she wore it her nipples were hidden. She opened the vibrator and after I had inserted batteries into it (and a few fingers into my wife) I used it.