There is a standing date for our group of six. On the third Friday of every month, we go out. Whoever is hosting for the night chooses the venue. We have only a few hard rules. First, it is girls only, no spouses. Second, we meet at the hosts' house and travel in a group. Third, the venue can be anyplace the host chooses, but it must always be someplace we have never been. Finally, short of death, we never miss a Girls Night.
We gathered at Karen's house that night as she was our host. She wouldn't tell us where we were going as we piled into her Expedition; she said it would be a shock. With Karen, the only shock would be if she didn't shock us. She had always been the wild one. Still, I couldn't believe it when she turned into the parking lot of our destination. Even for Karen, an all nude gentleman's club was really a shock.
She was already out of the car and waiting for us at the door before we could recover. No one said a word; I could tell from the expressions that I was not the only one who was nervous. Karen was dancing from foot to foot in her excitement. By way of reassurance, she told us "Come on, ladies. I have been here before with my husband, and it's a blast. This place is full of hot guys; we won't be able to buy a drink if we wanted to."
She led us through the door and into the dim interior. Loud dance music and louder whistles assailed our ears. The man in the booth passed us through with a curt nod, and I noticed a sign that said 'Ladies Free'.
Beyond the booth was a world I have only seen in movies. There were three large stages, each with a pole from floor to ceiling. Tables and booths crowded around each stage, mostly filled with men of all ages. The walls were covered in red cloth and mirrors. A large bar dominated one end of the room, a DJ booth the other. Along the wall were several closed doors marked 'Private-VIP only'.
Mostly, though, the eye was caught by the women. They were everywhere you looked, and they filled the rainbow spectrum of womanly diversity. Whether short or tall, light or dark, full-figured or waif-thin, they were beautiful; and they were naked. With the exception of some truly outrageously heeled shoes, there was not a bit of fabric to be seen. Every time I tried to avert my eyes from staring, I found them filled again by a female form.
I was grateful when I felt Karen tug my arm and lead us through the throng to an empty table near a wall. A waitress arrived at our table before we could even sit down. I was glad to see her since I could use both the distraction of ordering and the drink. I was surprised when she took six full glasses and placed them on the table.
"Compliments of the gentlemen at the bar. Let me know when you want refills, they covered the second round, too." she told us before hurrying off to another table.
