Finals had taken their toll on Julie, not to mention breaking up with Jake, her boyfriend of two years. She was emotionally and mentally on the edge so it was a welcome event when her two room mates, Janie and Alicia talked her into a night on the town. The little black dress they bought her didn’t hurt either. Looking in the mirror Julie stood sideways admiring herself, the black dress hugging her curves, the fit was perfect. The dress was cut low in the back, no bra with this dress, and deep in the front allowing for significant cleavage to be displayed. A slight stomach bulge and the flair of her hips created a very sexual image. The hem was about 4 inches above the knee. Julie, not the athlete she once was, still had long shapely legs, a left over benefit of her active years. Of course, the spike heals, didn’t hurt, they helped accentuate the curve of her ankle and shape of her calves. All in all Julie was pleased with the image she projected and it helped cheer her up. She still had what it takes, whatever it is. Now she was ready to go out and have some fun with Janie and Alicia.
Janie was the first to burst into her room; followed closely by Alicia both girls were excited. When they saw Julie in the black dress both girls expressed their approval. Alicia even whistled!
“Look’en good girl,” exclaimed Julie, “you’ll knock’em dead tonight!”
All three girls laughed as they did a group hug. Tonight was to be a night of forgetting, a night of starting anew. Julie needed this night and deep down was thankful for friends like Janie and Alicia who were there to help her through it. Jake’s dumping her had seriously affected her self-image and this evening would go a long way toward helping her regain a thread of self-respect.
Janie, the ringleader, started out by telling the girls what was planned for the evening. First, they would hit one of the neighborhood jaunts then down town to “LEROY’S,” one of the new hot clubs and then finish out the night at “The Velvet Frog.” The Velvet Frog was a men’s club that one night a week turned into a Women’s club with male dancers. The rules were, only women were allowed in the club, a man could get in but must be escorted by a woman, NO single men could get in. The girls giggled at the thought of muscular men in g-strings dancing in front of them. Julie didn’t know that Janie was planning of giving her a lap dance as a “cheer-her-up” gift and secretly couldn’t wait to see her face when the young man danced.
“Mmmmmm,” thought Janie, “this could be fun!”
Neighborhood bars are not accustomed to having three gorgeous young ladies come in dressed to the nines. To say the least, they attracted a great deal of attention as they took their positions at the bar. Sitting high, they all knew they were exposing a significant amount of thigh for the patrons. The show did not go un-noticed. Several unattached men tried unsuccessfully to buy them drinks but the girls kept to themselves, wrapped up in their conversation but purposely teasing the guys with an occasional flash of Nylon top as they slid off the stool to go to the rest room. They giggled knowing the affect it had, but being careful not to cross the line. After an hour or so and three rum and cokes each, they caught a cab and headed to LEROY’S.
It was 10:00 PM when the cab pulled up in front of LEROY’S and dropped off the girls. They paid the driver and holding the hem of their skirts slid out of the cab. Red carpet showed the way into the club and the girls strut their stuff as they entered. They looked good, knew they looked good and wanted to let everyone know they knew. It was to be an evening of fun.
Inside the club was dark with neon lights creating a surreal atmosphere. The lights spelled out things like, “HOT,” “RUM,” “VODKA,” “LOVE,” “PASSION,” “DANCE,” “MUSIC,” all words meant to set the mood for the evening. The girls wasted no time, they took a table in the middle of the room and all eyes were on them as they sat down and the waitress took their order, Rum and cokes, all around. Within minutes of their drinks being served three young men were at the table asking them to dance. Hey, that’s what they were there for, dance, drink and have a good time, so off they went to the dance floor.
Even though the girls were tempted, they knew they still had one place left to go, (The Velvet Frog), so they had fun but did nothing to encourage or lead-on the guys making sure to not dance with the same guy too frequently. However, after several Rum and Cokes and during a slow dance Julie allowed the hand of one particularly good-looking guy to caress her ass. Leaning against his chest warmed by the alcohol she closed her eyes for a moment and let him grind his semi-hard cock against her as he pulled her ass close. Half dreaming she found herself enjoying his touch and knew her panties were soaked. When the song ended Julie was jolted back to reality, composed herself, pushed him gently away and said, “Maybe some other time,” and walked back to her table.
Surprisingly the guy just said, “It’s a date!”
Back at the table Janie cooed, “drink up girls it’s late and we’re off to the Velvet Frog for the final show!”
The fresh air felt good as they exited the club. They all had had a lot to drink but the dancing helped control the effect of the alcohol and all three had their wits about them as they grabbed a cab. Crawling into the back seat, in unison they called out to the driver, “Velvet Frog please!” followed by uncontrolled giggling.
The Velvet Frog was a large dark club filled with smoke. In an age of “Smoke-free” clubs the Velvet Frog clung to the old ways, catering to its male cliental and women strippers. The club was divided into two sections, both with it’s own runway. A male stripper performed on each stage, rotating positions and after two sets one was replaced by a fresh face. The men were all young, 25 max, and in excellent physical condition. Washboard stomachs and full chests and of course, hidden beneath the g-string was obviously not your normal male member. The slight amount of fabric seemed to accentuate more than hide. The girls were grabbing each other’s shoulders, laughing and pointing at the men as they took their seat. The only table available was back in a dark corner, all the close up tables were full.
The club was packed with woman, and a few men with their girlfriends or wives. You could feel the excitement in the air as male dancers weaved their way through the crowd asking women if they wanted a “lap-dance.” About 20 minutes and a drink later one of the dancers, a particularly good looking one, made his way back to their table.
“Ladies, would you be interested in a ‘Private dance?’”
Janie was the first to respond, pointing at Julie she laughed and said, “she just broke up with her asshole boyfriend and she could use a little cheering up! Give her a good one, it’s on me!”
“Okay, why don’t you come with me pretty lady, there’s a room in back for private dances.” Taking Julie’s hand he lead her to the back room. Turning to Janie and Alicia he smiled and said, “sorry ladies, no watching.”
With that they disappeared through the crowd and into the back room. It was then that Janie noticed one of the couples sitting close to the stage.
“Shit, is that Jake, that fucking asshole?” She blurted out.
Alicia’s head swung around looked at Janie then followed Janie’s stare and saw Jake and his new girlfriend. Alicia could tell they had been here for quite some time by the number of drink glasses on their table. They both were acting quite loud. The girlfriend was touching the dancers as they made their way through the crowd, touches that were not appreciated by the dancers. Look but don’t touch was the house rule. Jake was really in the bag, more so than his girlfriend, obviously enjoyed her antics and whooped his approval with each time she grabbed one of the guys. However, no matter how much she begged he would not buy her a lap dance.
