I sat close to Bert and held onto his right arm as we drove down the main highway then turned off on a dirt road at the edge of town. We drove for another 10 minutes, and I thought I could hear a rustling in the back seat. I turned and saw Julia and Steve softly kissing. It was just romantic, but I was a bit jealous. Strange as it sounds, I wish I was kissing Julia, not Steve. But I turned around and tried to concentrate on Bert. I kissed him softly on the cheek.

"Um," he said, and smiled.

I didn't know what I expected the club to be, but I certainly didn't expect what I saw. The house, with the words "Four-Leaf" on a large plaque over the doorway, looked like a country estate. It was circled by large, freshly mown lawn and surrounded by woods except to the front which looked over a lake. The lawn itself must have been 10 acres. It was huge, and a barn behind the house (I saw as we drove past) held the tractor it took just to keep the lawn mowed. The house had two stories with a verandah in front, a tennis court and swimming pool in back. How, I wondered, did these kids get to come here? How could they ever afford to rent a place like this? Little did I know then that they actually OWNED the place!

We walked into the huge main room (almost as large as the ballroom we had just left) which had a very high ceilings and a mirrored globe suspended from the center of the ceiling. Jesus, I thought, someone holds dances here, too. There were a bunch of kids (maybe eighteen when we arrived) from the dance already there, and just then music began playing from a stereo along the back wall. Some of the kids began dancing again, just like we'd never left.

Two ping-pong tables with paddles and balls were against the far wall. And four guys began playing.

More and more couples arrived until about 40 people were there. Bert and I danced a couple dances while the place filled up and in between I talked with some of the girls. An air of expectancy filled the room with an exciting atmosphere. If I had know what was to come, I would have run out then and there, but in the long run it's probably best that things went as they did. At least I tell myself so.

Someone stopped the music and Bert stepped up to a mike that was along the back wall.

"Greetings, club members!"

Everyone yelled "Greetings" back, as if on cue.

"Tonight we have two new initiates. It promises to be a fantastic ceremony!"

Everyone screamed their approval. I just stood there enjoying the fact that Bert, who I was with, was so important that he was running the show. I felt proud and important to be with him.

"So without further adieu . . ." Bert said, his speech rising like a circus m.c., "will the two initiates please step forward? James B. White and Suzi Q. Johnson, COME ON DOWN!" Bert was yelling now, having a good time and not the least bit self-conscious. I was dazzled. So happy I could have been twins.

I hadn't recognized my name. I was concentrating on Bert and his importance. I saw one guy step forward and recognized him as the guy who danced with me three times earlier. More than anyone else except Bert. Even once more than Steve.

"Come on, Suzi. Don't be shy, now," Bert laughed into the mike.

I was shocked! I felt the hands of some of the guys and girls pushing me forward. I'm too shy to stand in front of these people, I thought. Not me. Not me. I just wanta watch. Not me!

But I couldn't say anything. I just walked (and was half pushed) to the front of the crowd, almost falling over a curved mirror that was built into the center of the floor. I slipped, but someone grabbed my arm. I was embarrassed already, imagine how I would have felt if I had fallen!

"Come here, honey," Bert said when I got to the front of the crowd. I walked to his side and held his hand, but I couldn't look at the faces in the crowd so I looked down, feeling stupid as I did so.

"How 'bout a round of applause for our initiates?"

The applause was gratifying but embarrassing. I felt myself blush. If I had known what was to come, I certainly would have done more than blush!

"Let's see these two dance in the middle of the floor. In two days they will be full members of ol' Four Leaf! So let's get a good look at them."

Again there was applause as the crowd let Jimmy and me step to the middle of the floor. The lights dimmed a bit, the music started, and several colored lights hit the mirrored globe. It was a slow dance, and Jimmy held me loosely and respectfully. I remembered how we had danced earlier, and it was the same now. Jimmy seemed just as shy as me, and didn't try to draw me too closely to him. I thought he seemed like a real nice guy and we could be good friends in the future, being initiates together and all.

But I was still apprehensive. Worried about the "two days." About the club. What did they do? Was it just a social club? Dances and picnics? Outings on the lake? I just didn't know. But going there at midnight after a dance seemed strange, vaguely troubling.

We danced for four or five minutes cheek to cheek, but softly of course. I could hear people talking and when I looked at them I realized that they were talking about us, about Jimmy and me. Some were pointing at us occasionally and looking thoughtfully. Soon the lights came back up and the music faded. We were left awkwardly in the center of the floor not knowing what to do. For maybe 15 seconds we keep dancing, but then the ridiculousness of the situation made us stop. The crowd was strangely silent, now.

We stood apart and looked at the crowd. They had somber, determined faces. I looked around and saw Bert. I gave him a questioning look, but his face didn't change a bit. it was stony, strangely without any depth or caring.

"Jimmy?" Bert said.

"What?"

"Sue?"

"What?" I meekly questioned.

"It's time for your initiation. Stand facing each other in the middle of the floor."

I didn't know what to do, but all the grim faces somehow told me I'd better do as I was told. I found Julia's face, and even it seemed hard, menacing.

We walked to the center, looking down. But in the center, built into the floor was a curved mirror, I think they call it "convex." We didn't want to step on that. In my high heels, I'd slip if I did.

"O.K.! Now, take off each others clothes!" Bert barked.

"One item at a time! Vary it. Boy, girl, boy, girl!"

I could see by Jimmy's expression that he was just as shocked as I was. I felt faint, and a hot flood of emotion swept through me. I was betrayed! Shamed for anyone even thinking I'd do such a thing! Belittle and confused. Panicked. And, yes-you guessed it-hot. Just plain sexually hot. In the sweet fever of cock and cunt. Thinking about naked skin and being exposed and having someone lick me or having to choke on a fat cock or . . . Well, you get the idea.

"Bert, what are you doing?" I whimpered.

"Is this some kind of joke?" Jimmy asked.

"This is no joke. You were told to strip each other. Now do it!"

"I'm going home!" Jimmy said and he walked toward the front door. But the crowd was about five deep in that direction and they pushed him backward, hard. He slipped and fell on his face cause he slid on the mirror in the floor.

"JESUS!" I said. "What are you doing? Stop it! Now." I was already beginning to cry by this time, I think. It's a bit hard to remember.

"Jimmy."

"Y-y-yes?" He was scared now having come into contact with the solid force of the crowd. The beast of raw, uncaring power that a mob had, but this seemed contained, directed, well rehearsed.

"Take off Suzi's shoes," Bert instructed.

"No! Please, Bert." I was sobbing by this time. Confused. Hurt. Hot.

"Listen, Susan! Do as I say! If you don't . . ." The pause was calculated to be menacing and it WAS! I felt fear to my very core. His voice told me that no matter how bad it would be to follow his instructions, it would be far worse to disobey.

Jimmy was already cowed. His face was completely white with fear and his hands visibly shook. He got down on his knees and lifted my right ankle, steadying me, as he pulled off my right shoe then he did the same with my left.

Foolishly, I told myself that maybe it would end there. We'd both have to take off each others shoes, then there would be a big laugh and everyone kick off their shoes and dance in their stocking feet until dawn. It even seem more romantic. Or maybe they'd get our shoes off, blindfold us, make us stand on chairs and throw tacks in front of us and then jump. That old one. Where they catch the tacks in a blanket or something.

"Your turn, Suzi!"

I was still crying, but I felt a bit better and I knelt to take off Jimmy's shoes. Then stood back up waiting for the ice to melt.

"Jimmy!"

"What?"

"Your turn!" Bert's voice was louder.

Jimmy had apparently fooled himself as I had. Now I could see his hands trembling more and his face flush with resentment and anger and fear. He seemed to be in a mild state of shock. As I was.

Now he bowed his head and walked around behind me, his hands fumbling with my zipper.

I was really scared! I looked at Bert. At Steve. At Julia. But I got the same stony stare from each. I wanted to curl into a ball and disappear. I stared crying a little more. I looked pleadingly around. The same stare! It seemed SO cold.

Jimmy wasn't crying but he was scared. Finally he got my zipper down then just looked around in shock.

"Come on! Pull it down."

I felt Jimmy's hands softly on my shoulders as he grabbed the shoulders of my dress, trying to touch me as little as possible. "I'm sorry," he whispered in my ear. And I truly think he was. But if he was like me, he was getting a bit hot, too.

I felt the dress being pulled off my shoulders, over my arms, and down my body. I felt it was best not to fight it and I was trying to be as passive as possible so as not to incite the crowd. Maybe this would be it. They'd see me in my slip and then we'd all start dancing. Or maybe all the girls would strip to their slips and come over and hug me. I wanted to feel Julia's naked arms around me when we were both half dressed. I wanted to feel her lips on mine . . .

But I was still crying, probably because I knew this wasn't going to stop with my slip. We were on a long slide, and wouldn't stop until we hit the bottom. I was just fooling myself if I tried to believe anything else. I could feel the fear in the pit of my stomach along with, I must admit, my confused sexual desires.

I was now standing in front of a crowd of formally dressed people in only my slip. Those who seemed so accepting, those with whom I had felt I belonged just a short time before, now seemed menacing and strange. Aloof. And I felt like a small frightened child in the midst of a city of adults. This was a one-ring circus and I was its naked clown.

"Take off his jacket!" Bert's abrupt order brought me back from my reverie.

I felt so helpless and even more naked and afraid than Jimmy. I walked over to him and he tried to comfort me. He nodded slightly and softly whispered, "It'll be all right. Go ahead." I took off his jacket from behind and, on Bert's order, removed his cumberbun as well.

"Now her slip!"

Jimmy looked at me apologetically, but I could tell the prospect excited him. I could see a bulge in his pants! Although he still tried to befriend me. He knelt down and pulled up my slip. Apparently he didn't know that all he had to do was pull the straps over my shoulders. I could hear a few girls giggle as he pulled it up my legs, over the tops of my white stockings-bringing my red garters into plain view!-and up my thighs. I felt Jimmy's fingers on the backs of my naked thighs and thought I was going to burst. I was still crying, and now I started that old familiar shake, the shake of lust and confusion and humiliation and, well, just plain wanting COCK!

His fingers proceeded to pull across my pink panties and tummy as he pulled the slip higher and I raised my arms as he brought it to tit level. Again, his fingers scraped my tits through the little pink bra. I realized that he was probably trapped in prison of lust as well, and though he wanted to be respectful of me, he couldn't help himself. I forgave him that.

He stumbled a bit getting it over my head and off my arms, and bumped into my almost naked body, but I'm sure that this was not intentional.

I was in pink bra, pink panties, and white stockings, held up by violent red garters, in front of the crowd. I felt like I was going to be sick. But I managed, through my crying and shaking fingers, to take off Jimmy's shirt. His chest was pretty broad and he had fairly strong arms for a young teenager. But I was too scared to notice much. Then, when Bert told me to take off his pants, too, I almost dropped!

I undid his belt and couldn't go on. I looked at Bert, but all he did was sneer. I looked up at Jimmy, and he quietly nodded encouragement to me. I think I loved him then. We were both so vulnerable and alone and he could have been, as I was, consumed with self doubt and loathing and pity and fear, but he was concerned with me instead. What a nice guy, I thought, but I was still very scared.