Narration:The CMNF Club

(from my postings in Chyoa)

'a warm heartening feel-good story about lots of naked women with a relatively few clothed guys enjoying a lovely time at this country club or country-club-of-sorts'

They started their trip to the CMNF Club from Workton: much of it two-lane.

Despite the name, the people in Workton didn’t seem to be much more busy, nor as unhappy, as many in the other nearby towns. The eleven meet at a donut shop. They chatted and then got into their vehicles: two cars and two motorcycles. A few other women left a few hours earlier.

A good summer day was starting. Even in Workton, the air smelled nice and alive.

For almost all of the trip, one car generally followed the other by 300 meters or less.

In the first car, JJR was the man, but Mia drove. Sophia and Addy were in the back: a bit nervous even though they have been to the Club a few times. First visits to the Club tended to make a lot of women (and even a few men) nervous.

Because Sophia and Addy had already been to the Club, they had gotten past some of the initial apprehension, but things were going to be ratcheted up for them: though they’d also be getting a bit more money and the intensity would likely level off the next time or so they went.

JJR said to the two: “Don’t worry, ladies, you know the safe words and gestures, you’ve been to the Club, many of them know what you look like, you can quit anytime, and most of what we’ll be doing there we’ve done already at our [his and Mia’s] place.”

Added Mia, “500 bucks is bucks; 1500 for the three of us.”

“Bristol and Lucy are only getting 200 each, and their positions are even shakier.” He was referring to Teddy, Lucy, Bristol, Fatma, and Hillary, who were in the other car.

“Those three are even more newbies: first time going to the Club.”

“Less money because all they have to do is be there.”

“Marlene and Nisha are only getting 100 each.”

“Kinda understandable, given their uppity-ness.”

“I’m getting $50.” said JJR. He intended it as a sort of parody of a whine, but it came out more serious sounding than he wanted.

“Oh poor frikin’ baby.” said Mia, as JJR smiled.

“The guy’s a pervert!” came from the backseat.

“Who, JJR or Roark.”

“Both!” came the expected reply.

“and you’re catering to it,” said JJR to no one in particular.

“500 bucks is 500 bucks,” came from the backseat.

JJR was happy the two were getting some confidence even if it was a little at his expense.

“and JJR gets to play master.” said Mia.

In the second car was the other five.

Bristol and Lucy were the youngest of the eleven, probably not even 21 years old [Note: they were of legal age].

Fatma and Bristol sat in the back seat on either side of Teddy: Teddy and Bristol both stilted like statues; Fatma looking relaxed, mildly disinterested, often looking out the window. Her hair was short: like a boy during the first half of 20th Century or butchy lesbian. She wore a Lady Gaga T-shirt and jeans, her nails were short but painted a nice turquoise, and she chewed on a dentifrice stick that from another car could easily look like she was smoking a cigarillo.

Lucy drove. Hillary sat in the front passenger seat. She was the oldest by far: “I’m a sexy-genarian” she occasionally joked. She was also somewhat relaxed and the most comfortable. She had blond hair which poured over her shoulders a bit—longer than it’s been for a couple decades; and her accent was a mix of Southern and mid-Atlantic. She occasionally told Lucy to relax in her driving: that she was doing fine.

About 15 minutes from the CMNF Club, Hillary opened a small case and pulled out a flask of Jack Daniels, and poured a shot into a small flute: the first of two. While she could put back hard liquor with the rest of the guys—often surprising some men, she sipped most of the first shot, and then all of the second, of the distilled liquor smoothly.

“The Club generally frowns on anything harder than 25 proof or a bottle of wine per person per table per three hours.”

Lucy eyed her worriedly.

“Don’t worry hon, I had some legal training. If the police stop us, I’ll tell them you had no knowledge.”

Hillary wasn’t a lush, but she felt a cushioning was appropriate.

“Wanna shot?”

“No thanks.”

“Good for you, girl. We need more women to be sober.”

She then put the case away.

“You look like one of my husband’s girlfriends he had years ago. I used to get jealous of him, but actually, it relieves me of a lot of pressure. That man is so oversexed: I’m surprised he hasn’t gone to the Club, much less join it.”

[pause]

“Oh why do I have to go?” she asked no one in particular, but with barely a hint of complaint.

“Maybe Roark pays you because you’re so gorgeous.” nervously offered Teddy.

Hillary smiled, humoured, “Oh, you’re such a sweetie. Some girl’s going to fall in love with you!”

After travelling well into the country, Mia turned into a private roadway. Mia drove eighty or so meters, past the first security station: a little more than a wave to and from the staff; then a couple more hundred meters, registered with another security station. They were a little bit more meticulous, but still friendly; and then she drove into the parking lot.

The building complex in the distance looked modern. Not quite “brutalist” architecture, but neither Victorian, gothic, neo-classical, or whatever. Lots of glass, steel, and concrete; but also lots of trees, and many other plants, many growing wild as well as well-tended.

It was pretty big, however: over 30 000 square meters (over 300 000 square feet) of floor space. It was the Main CMNF Building. Behind it was an even bigger greenhouse: not much higher but several times the volume; which existed for inclement weather. Some parts of the greenhouse was so green one couldn’t tell that one was in a greenhouse at all but rather some tropical jungle.

JJR and “his” women, saw Teddy and “his” women, drive in. All nine got out. Greetings. Soon after, they saw the two Silencers—semi-custom-made motorcycles that could run on gas and/or alt fuels—notably ethanol and/or methanol, and even at full speed were quieter than most motorcycles, or for that matter, cars; often so inaudible as not to be noticed: the opposite of Harley-Davidsons and Japanese motorcycles. They rode like the wind—maybe even quieter.

The dykes on bikes had arrived, though, when they took their helmets off, their hair was nice and long.

Before JJR could do anything, Hillary, carrying a shoulder bag, said “JJR, dear, I’m going to go ahead and undress in the Outer Lobby. I’ll meet you there.”

“Sure thing, Missus C.”

While still in the parking lot, and outside their vehicles, JJR, an actual club member, spoke with some authority to the newbies and semi-newbies.

“First off, again, welcome, thanks for coming, and I hope you all enjoy yourselves. So here’s some extra rules for you five."

“We got a scene going and because we don’t want you to mar it by being asymmetrical in your relating to me, Mia, Sophia, and Addy, to an extent I want you to not be near us. I suggest no closer than thirty meters, preferably double that, maybe a third that if you’re not in the line of sight, nor audible—which shouldn’t be too difficult as while it’s not the loudest place you ever been to, there will be at times lots of people.

“Teddy, you can join me if, (a) we’re both alone, (b) you’re alone with me and my women, or (c) I’m alone with you and your women. Bristol, Lucy, or Fatma, if either, both, or combo of you want to join me and my women, you’ll have to play the scene my women are playing, and play it all the way. If you don’t, you’ll still get paid this time, and I’ll still sponsor you as a guest, at least for a month or two, but you’ll unlikely be hired again by Roark or me.

“Capische?”

“What will be your scene?”

“What we somewhat talked about.” Still facing Bristol, Lucy and Fatma, he continued, “You girls might be too scared to join us, but if you do, and you do it reasonably well, Roark might look at you more favourably—maybe you’ll get several hundred, maybe a thousand, plus Club guest status over the next several months; maybe other things, and of course, there’s the experience, or experiences, that some women, or at least a few of the women here, talk positively about, but if you don’t join now, you’ll still likely have a chance to do it next time, so don’t feel too pressured.

“Capishe?”

“Capishe.” said each of the girls while nodding a bit.

“Marlene and Nisha” [slight pause] “I guess it doesn’t matter if you drop by, but again, we’re playing a scene.”

“Yeah, we know you like to play your scenes, JJR” said Marlene, “What kinky BDSM are you going to inflict on these two poor little girls?”

[Note: again, the “girls” are of legal age—the Club is pretty strict and thorough about not letting in minors.]

“Don’t worry girls: JJR is rather mild as a kinkster.” said Nisha in a semi-sarcastic semi-whisper. “He’s not into bloodletting—at least not deliberately.”

Turning to JJR, “Hey JJR how hard do you intend to whip these poor little girls?”

Sophia and Addy got a little scared: even Lucy and Bristol were a bit apprehensive.

“Yeah yeah. Thank you Nisha.” loudly monotoned JJR in a somewhat exaggerated voice.

“At least I don’t have to whip my Beloved to get her or myself off.” continued Nisha as Marlene gave her a perpendicular hug. Both giggled and then kissed.

“Oh how frikin’ romantic, two little lesbo lovebirds.”

“Hey come with us girls. We can make sweet luv to you as no man can.” said Marlene slyly before she wagged her tongue at them—also somewhat using it to beckon them—in a way that’d impress even Gene Simmons.

Addy and Sophia laughed. While still a little scared, they were finding humour, and some reassurance, in the dialogue. Teddy was also humoured but he was also getting yet another flush of sexual arousal.

“Yeah yeah. Thank you Marlene!”

“Why do you girls want to have sex with Jian Ghomeshi, anyway?” Nisha asked the two.

“Hey, I’m not frikin’ Jian Ghomeshi. When a woman kneels in front of me, punching her is not the first thing that comes to my mind. Not even the tenth.”

“Yeah, your cock’s needs supersede the kinkier-part-of-your-brain’s needs. That’s what I like about you, JJR”

“Yeah yeah.”

Said Fatma, “Many Amriken, Canadian, and Turkish men like to look at pretty girls. A few even like to tie them up, spahnk, and wheep them.” It makes them hard.

JRR, pretended the last statement wasn’t made.

[Pause.]

“Okay, now the rules about not joining us don’t really apply until we get passed the end of the Outside Corridor.”

JJR then addressed all eight women.

“Now, do you want to undress outside or inside?”

“Might as well here. Put the clothes into the car.” said Mia.

“I think Bristol and Lucy should strip in the Inside Lobby.”; then turning his head to Teddy, “We’ll meet you there.” Turning to his three women, “you three might as well here; and yeah, put the clothes into the car.”

All seven women meet the club’s age, BMI, and other moderate health and beauty requirements to qualify for the male-to-female ratios (though even without meeting such, a woman was otherwise allowed in). All rated at level 2: perhaps the top 2% of attractiveness of women in general; even Mia, who was at least 8 years older than any of the other six women. “It’s my healthy lifestyle,” she occasionally half-joked in the past.

Mia thoughtfully nodded in agreement. Then she, Sophia, and Addy, as well as Marlene and Nisha, and Fatma, began to undress in the parking lot, while Teddy, Lucy, and Bristol stood and waited. Teddy looked away a bit coyly, while Lucy and Bristol looked in continued apprehension, particularly as Sophia and Addy, while undressing, seemed a bit apprehensive as well. There was talk that the two and Mia were going to be tied up a bit.

Addressing the three newbies JJR said “Teddy, you don’t have to turn your head away while the women strip. After all, you’ll be seeing such in the Lobby, and hundreds of naked women in the Main CMNF Area. Enjoy it Teddy. It’s great watching attractive women get even more attractive.”;

then turning to Lucy and Bristol “and men will be watching you two too.”

He smiled, knowing it got Lucy and Bristol a little more nervous. It was bad enough watching the other women undress. They know soon they will have to do the same.

“Don’t worry young ladies, I’m sure they’ll find you quite attractive.” said JJR deliberately ominously.

Their nervousness increased.

“Don’t worry young ladies, I’m sure JJR finds you quite attractive.” sarcastically and skillfully mimicked Marlene.

Nisha perpendicularly hugged Marlene as they both laughed, Marlene’s bare shoulder lightly pressed and rubbed—inadvertently—maybe—Nisha’s bare breast.

The four younger women smiled again, even Fatma was smirking a little.

Before long, the six women were undressed.

Except for a few necklaces; arm wallets, each having two small but easily visible braids of red and yellow; rings, including platinum wedding rings; bracelets; chromium belly chains; and anklets; Marlene and Nisha were naked.

Mia, Sophia, and Addy were completely naked, even taking off their jewelry and other adornments and offering such to JRR who put them in a small cloth bag.

Marlene and Nisha held each other at arms’ lengths, looking at each other’s faces and bodies.

“You’re so radiant in your naked beauty, my beloved.” said Marlene to Nisha, in Valley girl talk.

“I neh-yoh [I know], my beloved,” Nisha replied in the same accent, “but your naked beauty is as radiant.”

JJR did a bit of an eye-roll.

JJR was nonetheless again impressed by the beauty of the five women, and circled them, gazing at their beautiful naked forms.

“Frikin’ beautiful.”

By the way JJR looked at Sophia and Addy, they wandered if he was going to rough fuck them right then and there: the guy seemed capable of it.

Marlene and Nisha thought “whatever.”

Despite the names, complexion-wise, Marlene is about 5% (maybe 10%) the darker/Nisha is about 5% (maybe 10%) the lighter, of the two.

JRR told Bristol and Lucy to gather Mia’s, Sophia’s, and Addy’s clothes and minor possessions, put them in the trunk of his car, and to get the canvas bag of restraints, his switch, and his whip.

Bristol fearfully carried the bag to him. When she handed it to him, he suddenly gripped her hand, and she recoiled in fear, dropping the bag. He almost as quickly let her go, laughing a little.

“You look terrified.” he somewhat smiled.

Then turning his head almost as suddenly, he ordered Lucy: “I want to hear the trunk closed!”

Lucy closed it.

“That’s good.” Turning to Mia, Sophia, and Addy. “Now you three women can’t access to your clothes until I allow it.”

He looked back at Bristol, who was still frightened.

“Please don’t scare me.” she pleaded softly.

“Okay.” He turned his head, with neither sympathy, humour, nor annoyance.

Marlene and Nisha put their clothes into the saddlebags of their motorcycles and started their stroll to the entrance of the main building, each having an arm around the waist of the other, somewhat nonchalant about their nudity: two naked women in luv.

JJR, of course, kept his clothes on: semi-formal; as would Teddy his: a somewhat-nerdy three piece suit. Good thing he had a good shower this morning (they all did): polyester can get quite hot and uncomfortable on a day like this. Not only was it T-shirt weather, but for many of the women here, it was as if even such could be too uncomfortably concealing, confining, and hot. It was very much so for many of the men: were their attentions not so taken by such women.

Good thing too the building has a small special cool area—complete with a vestibule that serves as a sort of airlock, or more aptly, hot/cold air lock—for men, for when they get too hot and sweaty due to weather, clothes, and naked women all around them. Generally the temperatures in the building and greenhouse were set for naked women, particularly the petite ones, not for generally big well-dressed men. At the time, the temperature was around 29ºC (84.2ºF). Inside the main building, it was cooler, but not much: the air conditioner was set only to 25ºC (77ºF).

“Playtime starts!” said JJR.

He tossed a large bottle of sunscreen to Addy. She didn’t catch it, it hit her chest, and bounced to the ground.

“Put on some sunscreen, bitches, unless you liked to be switched and spanked after getting sunburns.”

Mia picked up the bottle, and before long the three women started to smear globs of sunscreen on themselves and each other, rubbing it in.

He decided to help a bit. He poured a glob into his right hand, and then with his left took a hold of Addy’s neck, then soon after her upper back, and said: “Here, let me rub some on your tits.”

Teddy, Lucy, Bristol, and Fatma followed about 5-to-10 meters behind Marlene and Nisha, who were enjoying their stroll. Teddy enjoyed the sight of the two brown dorsal nudes, their cute bare buttocks, and glimpses of bare soles on the short weeds or clay. Not often did he see naked women, much less those so confident in their nudity.

“Enjoying yourself, nerd boy?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“He called you ma’am. How gentlemanly. Hey nerd boy, can you call me ma’am?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“You like it when we shake our asses, nerd boy.”

They both shook and swayed their buttocks.

“Yes ladies. You’re so beautiful.” Teddy was a bit flustered.

“Lots of het men say that.” she said dismissively.

“Nerd boy” wasn’t quick enough for a witty reply, but at least he was complimentary and somewhat gentlemanly.

“Hey Marlene and Nisha!” JJR half-yelled.

They stopped and turned their heads.

“Thank you for coming! I’m glad to see you here!”

“Thank you!” they said in unison, without the sarcasm or irony of a few minutes earlier.

“Have a good time!”

“Thank you. Hope your dick gets good and hard!”

“It always does!”

“Remember JJR: campground rules!”

“I do!”

Almost ignoring the agreement, they turned their heads forward and started their walk again.

There were two ways to enter the Main CMNF Area: either through the GCA Hub or directly. The eight chose the latter.

As they got closer to the entry so did others converge, including from the bus. About 20 more of the women were in varying states of undress or clearly naked.

Between them and the lobby doors was the registry area. Some of the staff were multilingual, and the signs were in English and five other languages, including Láadan: all in equal sized print.

Fatma pulled off her T-shirt. With some kind of marker, she had written “Fuck Patriarchy” on her right breast, and presumably the Turkish version on the left.

“Nice tits.” said one guy.

“Thanks.” she replied with the equal amount of the small sarcasm as his.

Next, the shoes, ankle socks, pants, and panties came off. She turned them over for later retrieval.

She then did a 360 before a “customs” officer.

“You can see that I’m a woman.” she declared.

“Yes, ma’am.”

The five soon followed.

The main bureaucrat was a smallish lady who wore a sun visor, halter, and shorts: her flip-flops somewhere nearby. She handled a couple of clipboards.

“Oh Hi Marl-Nish!”

“Hi Dina.” said the two in unison.

Salutary hugs, kisses, praises, and mild chit-chat.

She directed them to a desk and table with a few more bureaucrats.

Pre-registered? Check. Deposit paid? Check. Registration fee? Check. Any electronics or cameras? Cameras generally not allowed, most electronics not allowed, those that can record images, sound, or video, definitely not allowed. No? Check.

Painting and drawing people, however, was allowed, and a few people brought their art supplies.

Still, all had to go through a metal detector and the like to make sure.

Security was thorough, but polite.

Please sign this form. It was the non-disclosure form: no talking about what goes on Club property—what goes on in the Club, stays in the Club—at least in regards to publicity. If you want to talk about it with your close friends or family, that’s probably alright. If, however, you want to, say, post it on your…,

Registration took a few more minutes for Bristol and Lucy. Nice that the Club showed a particular concern for the women, despite it being CMNF with already some wearing bondage stuff. Safe, sane, and consensual, and all that. But still the bureaucracy, examinations, and inspections was a bit much for some.

The Club could get particularly intense in inspecting and processing possessions: to prevent things like hidden cameras and recording equipment. For many, it was simply better to make use of the “outside/inside lockers.” Sometimes, one could give items to the inspectors, move on, and after a while, a valet would return such items to the person, which he or she would put in his or her inside locker. In Marlene and Nisha’s case, inspection and delivery only took a few minutes.

“It’s like we’re frikin’ entering another country,” commented Teddy.

“You are, sort of.” said Marlene.