You stroll among the booths looking for something interesting. You try not to let it show, but you're feeling a bit horny. You keep an eye out for the sexier clubs but oddly you suddenly fixate on one intriguing, near oxymoron of a sign: “Practical Chastity Club”.
The hell?
Sitting at the booth were a boy and girl. The boy a clean cut, attractive brunette dressed in a red button up shirt and black slacks like he was going to a summer dance at a church. His partner, an equally clean cut African American girl, was dressed like she was going with him in a modest black skirt and curve concealing red top.
“Hiiiii!” the ebony skinned girl said very energetically,”Welcome to Practical Chastity Club! I’m Rebecca (call me Becky) and this is Daniel! How are you? Are you just kicking tires or did you want to possibly join us?”
“Uh…. kind of both? I mean what in the world is “practical chastity” anyway?” you ask.
“A modern twist on an old custom.” the boy Daniel chimed in,”We acknowledge that many people may want to save their virginity for marriage or some other circumstances but also to enjoy sexuality, so we make it that both are possible.”
“Sooooo…..” you say.
“Oral.” Becky says chipperly,”Well, other stuff too, but really that’s it in a nutshell. You can practice for your honeymoon but still be able to wear white on your wedding day!”
“Okay, that’s a bit weird, isn’t it? Who saves themselves for anything any more?” you ask.
“You’d be surprised!” Daniel says.
Becky nods and adds,”Many of the religious clubs also have crossover members with us! You uh…. are religious or….?”
“Not really?” you say. You were still a virgin but only because an opportunity hadn’t popped up yet. Having been raised in an agnostic home it was just a given to you that you wouldn’t be saving anything.
“Sweet! Neither are we! I mean, not that that’s bad or anything! In fact if you’re interested we can recommend you some other clubs, but that’s beside the point.” Becky yammered.
“So, you interested?” Daniel asked.