"Club Mystique," said the discrete sign in gold letters embossed on black wood at the side of the massive black wooden doors. They appeared to be in a driveway facing the marbled entrance. The doorman dressed in black opened their door and helped them out. They were greeted by a tall gentleman dressed in a tuxedo. "Diane, welcome," he gushed as he helped the ladies navigate the rather steep steps. Once inside he looked at Michael with great interest and asked, "Who is this exciting new guest? I have not seen this beautiful person grace this premises before. Another one of your mysterious friends, Diane?"
"Michael is visiting us here in San Diego and we are here to have a great time with Susan and her party," said Diane. The mention of Susan's name helped to stifle the questions and without an additional word, they were lead into another door that opened to a dimly lit lounge area with loud dance music playing. "They are with Madame Susan," the tall gentleman announced to the blonde girl that met them inside.
The door closed and slowly their eyes adjusted to the dim lighting. The girl that met them was dressed in a sheer and smallish white toga. Even with the low light you could see her breasts clearly. As she walked, her legs were visible all the way to her waist. The girl had long hair that fell in waves behind her back. She was heavily made up and wore very high heels. "I am Marie," she said. "Please let me take you to Madame Susan and her party." She took Diane's hand and walked in front as Michael and Sophia prepared to follow.
They were going to be going along the wall where there were many booths, some with curtains drawn but others were open so that they could see the partying groups. The main dance floor faced the booths and there were already many people dancing to the great beat.
Diane stopped, turned to Michael and Sophia and said, "Why don't you guys dance for a bit. You can join us in a little while." Sofia gave a squeal and dragged Michael onto the dance floor. When they got there Sophia lit another joint and they smoked it as they danced close together to the hot music. The joint increased their buzz and thy felt more uninhibited. They dirty-danced with Sofia mercilessly teasing Michael with her body. She sensuously rubbed herself on him as his cock rose and jutted out. The dancers around them saw the little show they were putting on. Sofia added to the titillation by grabbing Michael and kissing him hard with her tongue invading his mouth. She rubbed his crotch with her hand and his cock strained even more from the teasing. The music grew louder and the beat reached deep inside both of them. They did not realize that they had been dancing for almost an hour when they saw Diane beckoning them from near the booths.
They both quickly walked towards Diane who headed straight to a booth in the middle of the row. When they got there another tall and statuesque lady was standing at the entrance to the private booth. Sofia pushed him forward as Diane grabbed his shoulder and drew him next to her. "This is Susan," said Diane gesturing to the lady next to her. "You are Susan's date for this evening, Michael!"
"Ah, Michael, you are everything I expected," said Susan. "Diane certainly knows how to pick the good ones. I am going to enjoy you this evening and even more tonight."
Michael then got a good look at her and saw the goddess of his dreams. Susan was lean but powerfully muscled all over which was emphasized by skimpy strapped black top she wore that showed off her arms and shoulders. Her white skirt was short and flared like a tennis outfit and it did little to conceal her muscled long legs. Her dark blonde hair was cut very short and slicked back in a severe style. Other than two small diamond studs, she wore no jewelry but had light makeup and pale lipstick on. Her feet were in sensible flat white sandals but even in these she was almost as tall as Diane in her high heels. She towered nearly six inches above Michael.
Susan took Michael by his hand and pulled him over to the other side of the booth. She deftly maneuvered him so that he was standing with his back to the counter on far side of the booth. Facing Michael Susan held him close with her arm around his waist as she commented again on how good he looked. She was intimately touching him as if they were lovers even though they had just met. Her familiarity and the physical closeness made Michael self conscious and shy and he looked straight down on the floor. Susan's hands started to grope him mercilessly. She rubbed his back and ran her hand through his hair. She possessively caressed his neck and his face. Her physical attentions made Michael's nipples harden like rocks and his already erect cock strained against his leather pants. She then drew him even closer to her and with her other hand lifted Michael's face to her own. She bent down and kissed Michael aggressively on the mouth. Her mouth and tongue took possession of Michael as her other hand continued to rub Michael's back and ass. Being frenched this way made Michael feel owned and possessed by her and for the first time he was being kissed like he had wanted in his dreams.
Susan then pulled him along with her and walked out to the dance floor. She and Michael twisted and turned to the music. Susan led and danced closely with Michael. Her energy and strength astounded Michael. She lifted and pirouetted Michael and caressed him while rubbing herself all over his back. The energetic workout made them both sweaty and Michael felt his cock sticky with arousal and sweat. Susan's hands and legs felt slippery with her perspiration. Susan then escorted him back to their booth with her arm around his waist and summoned the waitress Marie.