This is a continuation of the story started in The Birthday Slave - Part 1. You might want to read that one, first.
Part 2 – The Club
The club had the typical magenta neon piping around the edges that seems to be the universal American code for “strip club”, but other than that it looked like a high end, art deco restaurant. A very large doorman stepped forward to open the door. I stepped out and took Taylor’s hand as she climbed out. She looked fantastic as she unfolded out of the limo. The crystal at her neck caught the color of the neon and sparkled pink. The doorman gave her an appreciative look as we walked inside.
The thumping music hit us at once. I paid our cover charges and we went to find a seat. I watched Taylor taking it all in. There were dancers on three stages, and I felt her slow down as we passed the middle stage, where an exotic looking woman with long black hair was dancing with her back to us and her hands against the mirror at the back of the stage. Even without the platform high heels, she was tall with fantastically long legs. Realizing that she was staring, Taylor sped up again, but I caught her looking back out of the corner of my eye.
I guided Taylor to a table nearby and directed her to seat where she would be looking at the . We sat down I ordered us each a glass of champagne. “Did you like her, sweetheart?”
She tried to play it off. “Who?”
“Nice try, Taylor,” I teased, “but don’t you get in trouble for being a birthday slave and not telling the truth?”
She blushed and looked down. “Yes, Master. She is sexy.”
Our champagne arrived, and we toasted. Taylor tried to disguise her looks at the various dancers by taking sips of her champagne. Watching her I could tell that she kept finding that same dancer as she moved around the room. While Taylor was distracted, I asked our waitress to have that dancer stop by our table when she had a chance. Before long, I saw her walking up from behind Taylor. I hadn’t appreciated how tall she really was – she had to be at least six feet tall, and the shoes she was wearing added about five inches.
She didn’t just walk, she strutted. It was a model’s catwalk strut. She was wearing a little black lace babydoll nightie. It tied in front just beneath her breasts, which were spectacular. They weren’t large, but were perfectly shaped for her body. Her nipples were hard and easily visible through the shear black fabric. She had a matching thong that just barely covered her pussy. I could see through it that she was shaven except for a little tuft of hair.
She stepped up behind Taylor and laid a long, slender hand on her shoulder. Taylor jumped at the touch and looked up. The dancer was looking down into her eyes. Without moving her hand, the dancer smiled at Taylor and then looked at me. She reached out to me with her other hand. As I took it, she said, “My name is Shelby.” Her voice was smooth, with just a touch of an English accent. “Did you want a dance,” she looked back to Taylor with a smile, her hand still on her shoulder, “or did you?”
“We’d like a private dance for her,” I said. Shelby reached down and took both of Taylor’s unresisting hands and pulled her up. She looked Taylor in the eyes and said, “Let’s go into the VIP room.” Taylor stood up, her eyes right at the level of Shelby’s nipples. Her eyes widened a little, and I saw her gasp a little and run her tongue over her lips. Shelby led her toward the back of the room, as I followed behind, admiring the view of two spectacular asses and four incredible legs.
The back room was luxurious. Shelby led Taylor to a couch and held her hands as Taylor sat down. I sat down on the couch next to Taylor, put my hand behind her head and started to run my hands through her hair, lightly stroking the back of her neck.
Shelby looked down and asked, “Have you ever had another woman dance for you like this?”
Taylor smiled, “No.” She looked over at me. “Does this excite you…” she paused, “Master?”
Shelby laughed, “Master, eh?” She looked at me, “It must take a lot to keep this one under control.”
I laughed. “It’s a birthday present.
“Well, then, let’s make this a birthday to remember.”
Shelby reached down and pushed my leg away from Taylor, and then knelt on the couch, straddling Taylor’s legs. Taylor was staring up at Shelby. Shelby brought Taylor’s hands up to the tie of her nightie, and used Taylor’s hands to untie it. Taylor’s hands, guided by Shelby’s, pushed the nightie open and Shelby put Taylor’s hands onto her tits and started using Taylor’s hands to massage them.
