I was trying to be strong because I wanted to be adventurous, sexy and confident for James, but inside I was terrified. Once out of the limo, I clung to James and I felt his arm wrap securely around me which made me feel better. His strength was giving me confidence.
We walked inside and were met immediately by a young man, who I was sure had seen us pull up in the limo.
“How may I help you Sir?” he asked politely, a professional smile on his face.
“I’d like a VIP booth and a bottle of your best champagne,” James said curtly.
He positively beamed, delighted that James obviously had money and wasn’t afraid to spend it.
“If you’ll follow me, Sir, I will seat you and have one of our hostesses bring a bottle of Krug Brut Vintage 1988 to your table,” the young man said.
We entered a large room filled with tables and booths. It was very smoky like any other club and the place just oozed sex. The music was loud and the erotic R&B song I heard from outside was just ending. There was one main stage in the middle of the room and two smaller stages off to each side. Three girls were working the poles, dancing and gyrating and I heard the thunderous applause as the song ended.
We reached our booth with the young man still smiling broadly at James. We both sat down and I slid securely up against him.
“May I get you anything else Sir?” the young man asked, over the voice of the DJ who was now talking because the song had ended.
It must have been because I was experiencing something new, or because of the nearly naked bodies everywhere, but I felt so uncomfortable and nervous. There were so many men here and so few women. I’m not sure what I was expecting, but this was nothing like a regular club that I was used to, where the ratio of men to women was closer to equal. I needed something a bit stronger than champagne to take the edge off.
“Let’s get some water James, and maybe a few shots of Tequila,” I whispered in his ear.
James looked directly at the young man, “I need a bottle of Patron and a couple of bottles of water,” he said and handed the young man his credit card.
“I will have your order brought to your table directly Sir,” he said, as he turned and scurried quickly away.
I again surveyed the scene. Another song started playing; a heavy metal song from the 80’s that I remembered my older brothers listened to over and over when they were growing up. As the singer sung about ‘Cherry Pie,’ the three girls that were working the poles on the stages were now mingling among the tables and three new girls were up on the stage taking their place.
I looked at James who was not looking at the nearly naked women, but looking at me.
“What do you think so far?” he asked.
“Do the girls ever take off their G-Strings?”
“Not at this club,” he said, matter-of-factly. “Gentlemen’s Clubs can either serve alcohol, or have the girl’s dance nude, but not both.”
He thought for a moment.
“I take that back. One club was grandfathered in when Clark County changed the ordinance.”
He smiled at me softly.
“Now that I know you prefer to drink alcohol and watch nude girls dance, I’ll know where to take you next time around,” he said, jokingly.
I felt my face blush deeply at his comment. He’s such a smart ass I thought.
I turned my attention to the main stage as a pretty black girl was grinding and swinging around on the pole. I could see every hungry eye in the crowd of men follow her every move as she elegantly danced in time with the music, while the men near the stage stuffed money into her G-String, as she mercilessly teased them.
I also noticed that there were very few other women here besides the dancers. I counted only two other women in the entire club and they appeared to be here with their husbands.
As I looked around at the rest of the patrons, I really appreciated James getting us a VIP booth. It gave us a bit more privacy than the tables set up on the club floor. We weren’t quite as close to the girls on the stage, but it was close enough for me and I was glad we weren’t out among the masses of men.
Just then, a pretty blonde girl carrying a huge tray appeared in front of us and started to gracefully set down our order of drinks onto the table in front of us.
She was wearing tiny booty shorts and a tank top that looked to be about two sizes too small for her breasts, that had very obviously been augmented. I tried not to stare at them, but they looked so oversized for her tiny, petite frame and they looked like they were seconds away from exploding the seams in the little tank top that she wore.
She smiled seductively at James as she passed him the receipt for the credit card and then watched him sign it. James handed back the signed slip of paper and her eyes got big when she read it and gave him a big smile.
“I’ll be back in a few minutes to check on you,” she said sweetly, as she gave me a wink and then sauntered away.
I smiled at James, “I think you just made a new friend,” I said, teasingly.
“Big tips always make for quick friends in a place like this,” he said, returning my smile.
I thought of making a snide comment like ‘James had better keep his skanky new friend away from me’, then, I thought better of it. She was only doing her job and I’m sure those balloon sized breasts probably helped her get better tips and make much more money in a place like this.
James opened up the bottle of champagne and poured it into two flutes, then opened the bottle of Patron and poured us two shots into the small glasses.
I was feeling much less nervous than I was when we walked in, but still jittery enough to do a shot with James.
He handed me one of the shot glasses, “Here’s to you Melanie, and our fun night ahead,” he said cryptically.
I looked into his eyes trying to figure out what he meant with that toast, but of course, he gave away nothing. I tipped back the shot and felt it burn all the way down to my toes. Instantly, I felt better.
The song stopped and the DJ began speaking as the three girls went out into the crowd to mingle with the hoard of men, and three new girls manned the poles.
I picked up the flute and sipped the champagne, it tasted amazing, even better than the Dom Perignon we had at the ‘Paris’. I watched as a cute Latina girl swung around acrobatically on the pole, whipping the men in the crowd to a frenzy. Some of the girls were prettier than others, but all of them were so athletic and graceful. They had such toned arms and legs, dancing on that pole must be an amazing workout I thought.
I looked over at James, and again, he was studying me, not the girls.
“Are you having a good time? he asked.
“I am, this is fun,” I replied, as I really did enjoy watching the beautiful girls dance from afar.
I didn’t understand James though. Dozens of nearly naked women were all around us and it was as if I could feel raw sex dripping out of the walls of this place, so why was James looking at me I wondered.
Just then an Asian girl in a tiny schoolgirl uniform approached our table.
She looked into James’ eyes charmingly, “Would you like a lap dance?”
My mouth dropped open, what the hell is that I thought.
James smiled back at her, “I’ll pass for now, but I know my girlfriend would love one,” he said, as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a twenty dollar bill.
“James, I don’t think I…..”
It was too late. In what seemed like a split second, she had taken the money out of James’ hand and was grinding seductively on my thigh. I didn’t know what to do, so I just sat there motionless, almost afraid to move, as she rubbed up against me. I looked around and saw that several guys’ attention was now focused on me and this girl, instead of the girls on the stage, which made me even more nervous and apprehensive.
As she gyrated on me I looked into her eyes and I saw she was scanning the room, looking for the next table to move to after she was done with me. I was instantly put off by that. Originally, she wanted to give James a lap dance, not me, but she wasn’t willing to turn down twenty dollars and tell him no.
Thankfully, about a minute later the song ended. I smiled at her politely and James thanked her as she moved on to a group of guys a couple of tables down. I’m not sure what I expected from my first lap dance, but that sure wasn’t the ‘be all, end all’ experience that the guys talked about in the dorms.
James looked into my eyes.
“What did you think?”
“It was okay.”
“Yeah, I could tell there were no sparks.”
“There doesn’t have to be sparks.”
“Of course, there does,” he said, “I want you to have a good time here.”
“I’m with you James, of course, I’m having a good time,” I said teasingly.
That wasn’t what he meant, and I knew it.
We watched several more sets of dancers take the stages and we did a couple more shots, as well as drinking about half the bottle of champagne. I had a really good buzz going from all the alcohol and I felt very loose and comfortable. I’d never come to a place like this by myself, or even with my friends, but with James beside me, I felt secure and relaxed.
During the next half hour, we watched more dancers on the stages and James got me another lap dance with some skinny blonde girl, which was a little bit better than with the Asian girl, but nothing to write home about.
We did two more shots of Patron as the song changed, and again the three girls who were dancing went into the crowd to solicit the men for lap dances. That’s where the real money was for them I reasoned, in the lap dances. It took me a bit of time, but I was catching on as to how this game was played between the dancers and the men in the crowd. It was like watching a show on ‘Animal Planet’ about cheetahs stalking antelope on the Serengeti Plain. But on this show, the felines were wearing G-Strings as they stalked their prey, and the goal wasn’t to make a kill but to empty a wallet.
On the main stage, I watched as a beautiful red-headed girl got up to dance. I remembered seeing her earlier as she worked the crowd in a purple G-string bikini that she wore under very short, black leather mini skirt. The purple matched her pale skin tone perfectly. She looked very young and at first I wondered if she was old enough to work at a place like this. She had beautiful long flowing red hair and very large breasts, just as big as, or maybe even a bit bigger than mine. As she swayed on the pole and removed her bikini top, even from the distance I was observing her, I could tell that she had natural breasts, not augmented like some of the other dancers.
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