The lifestyle is a small world.
First time at a club. We were like deers in the headlights. As we were at the bar getting a drink we heard, “ Do I know you?” Wife replies, “ God I hope not.” and turns around only to see a former co-worker. We turn around and we both knew who it was. Like an epiphany everything came to light in this person. Izzy had always spoken about this person and how he seemed to always skirt the edge of work appropriateness when they worked together. We had met him and his wife at a work function years before and being at the club it all made sense. We grabbed our drinks and started to have a conversation. He was surprised we were there but spent some time giving us advice on the lifestyle. That night ran into a couple in the smoking area who lived by where I worked. There were things that were said, the road they lived off of, her nickname, the parties they through (which had a distinct name). A few months later a young girl I worked with was talking about her parents and the parties they through and what they called them. Combine that with where they lived and it dawned on me it was that couple right down to her mom’s nick name and her father’s name. I would meet her mother again a few years later and yes it was her. Small world indeed! Fast forward two weeks later from that first club meeting and we came across a young couple in their late 20s playing at a club. They were going at it. He was kind of goofy, she was Ok with a nice ass. Later that night in the smoking area we were all talking. They gave us their names and they had very memorable faces. Fast forward to about two years ago and a new girl starts at the job. We became friends. K mentioned to her that somehow i feel like we had met before. Something had my brain running through memories. We became friends on Facebook and it hits me. That was them at the club that night. We were getting coffee one day at work and I mentioned that I think I know where we met and if it was, it might be weird. I asked her if she had ever been to Roleplay? She gave me one of those “oh fuck!” looks. I said she didn’t have to answer but if she knew what it was it would give up something about my wife and I. She didn’t reply. She just gave me the look. We never mentioned it again. And I never mentioned that I watched her fucked by her boyfriend. She also had that look of ‘shit, now everything makes sense.” We are good friends and coworkers to this day. We don’t speak about it. The club no longer exists but there is another club in that city and I always worry that we may run into each other again.
If you run into someone you know, just act ‘like you have been there’ aka act no different.
