The following is a work of fiction. All characters who are portrayed as being engaged in sexual activity are 18 years of age or older.
Pat had invited Rags to come over to the house because Pat wanted to go to a tittie bar but was afraid to go by herself. Pat wanted to do this before spending the weekend at the cabin with Matt, Rags and Phil. She'd explain more when Rags arrived.
Rags put on a pair of white low rise yoga pants and a red stretch cotton top that tied under her breasts. The barbells in her nipples clearly showed. She wore long dangling earrings and navel jewelry that matched. On her feet she wore clear plastic stripper heels. He hair was fully brushed out and hanging down to the middle of her back and she wore a cowboy hat.
When she arrived at Pat's, Pat greeted her wearing a pink pleated micro miniskirt and a white dress shirt rolled up and tied under her boobs. She also had long earrings dangling from her ears. The hair on the sides of her head was pulled back into a small pony tail, fully exposing her ears, but from her ears on back her hair was brushed out and extending down to the middle of her back. She wore white knee high boots that had four inch heels. Both girls wore rather dramatic makeup -- as they would be going to a nightclub.
Pat had some iced tea waiting for Rags and as they sat at the kitchen table sipping tea Pat explained that she wanted to go back to the tittie bar and observe the girls giving a lap dance. As she thought about the coming weekend she thought that she might want to give a lap dance to Phil or to Matt or to both of them.
"Great idea," said Rags. "I'd only like to make one suggestion. The tittie bar we went to sold drinks, so the bar had two main streams of income: the drinks and the dancers. That means that the owners of the place do not have to spend top dollar to hire top of the line dancers. If you want to see some excellent dancing, we'd be better off going to the gentlemen's club on the south side of town. Even though we're girls, we may have to pay a cover charge to get in. They do not serve alcoholic drinks and their soft drinks are way overpriced. And if you eventually want to get a lap dance yourself, the price will be higher than the prices at the last bar we were at. But you are more likely to see better quality dancing, and if you get a lap dance it will be a good quality lap dance."
"I'm all for it," said Pat. So off they went to the gentlemen's club. Rags didn't know whether it was because they were women or because they were dressed to impress, but they did not have to pay a cover charge. They sat down a little ways away from the stage so that they could watch dancers on stage but also watch the dancers do table dances.
A scantily clad waitress took their drink order and a girl who was going from table to table offering table dances and lap dances stopped by to ask, "And what can I do for you?" She introduced herself as, "Vikkie." Pat explained why they were there -- to study the dancers and to witness or experience a few lap dances so that they could do lap dances for their husbands.
Vikkie explained that lap dances were done in a corner of the room, but that the section was not hidden from view. So she showed them where they could sit and watch the girls on stage, but if Vikkie or another dancer were to take a client back to the lap dance section, if Pat and Rags were not to obvious about it, they could move in their chairs slightly and watch the lap dance instead. She also told them that after they had seen a few, if they wanted to experience a lap dance, any of the girls would be glad to do that for them, "But", she added, "there aren't any girls here that give a better lap dance than I do."
With that, Vikkie left to offer her services to some of the men at other tables, and Pat and Rags moved back to where they could watch lap dances. They stayed there for a while. More and more people were coming to the club and soon there was almost non-stop action in the lap-dance area. So the second time Vikkie stopped by to see if they might be interested in a lap dance, Pat was ready. They moved back. As they entered the area a sign told them the fee for a lap dance and suggested that the dancer be given a tip as well. As Pat gave Vikkie the fee she asked about the private rooms which were obviously available, but had not been offered to them by Vikkie.
Vikkie told them that a lap dance lasted for one song, the private rooms went by time with a fifteen minute minimum. She said that usually in the private room the dancer would get naked already on the first song whereas with a lap dance if you wanted the girl to get completely naked (except for shoes and jewelry) you had to have at least two dances. She also said that in spite of what some people hoped and what some porn videos seemed to portray, there was no sex in the private rooms -- no oral, no girls jerking the men off, certainly no intercourse.
This was because almost every week the management brought in a big name porn queen/dancer and none of them wanted to come into a place where the patrons were led to believe that if they took the porn star to the private room they would be able to have sex with her. So they ran a clean operation all the time.
Hearing this greater explanation of what goes on, Pat gave Vikkie the fee for three dances. "I want it all," she said, "the full nude treatment."
"Just a reminder, in case you missed it on the sign," said Vikkie, "I can touch you, but you cannot touch me unless I take your hands and put them on me, and then you must leave them where I put them or take them off of me, but no roaming hands."
A new song started, so Vikkie began her routine, dancing sensuously. Her legs rubbed against Pat's legs. "Dancing for a girl with bare legs is always so sensual -- going skin against skin." She gave Pat a front view, a back view, and then a front view again as she leaned down, showing Pat her cleavage. Vikkie took her top off and continued dancing topless. She leaned over and brushed her bare tits against Pat's face. The second time she did this she asked, quietly, "Can you loosen your top? If you can ease one of the girls out to play, I'm ready for a little bit of nipple to nipple action."
As Pat eased out her left tit, Vikkie sat on her lap, facing her and ground her hips on Pat's lap. "Scoot down a little more so that we're crotch to crotch, pussy to pussy." As Vikkie tried to grind their pussies together she was also rubbing her right nipple against Pat's exposed left nipple. It was as Vikkie was trying to rub their pussies together that Vikkie realized that Pat wasn't wearing any panties under her micro miniskirt. Vikkie moved so that their clits were touching. Before the second song was done, Vikkie had climaxed. As the third song began Vikkie had Pat slide down a little more and turned around to work her ass onto Pat's pussy. "This is the guys' favorite position," she said, "'cause I'm grinding on their hard cock. I know I've done a good job if I make them cum." She ground her bare ass on Pat's engorged clit and Pat climaxed.
Pat had put her tit back into her shirt and retied it, and Vikkie put her dance outfit back on. Pat gave her a hundred dollar bill for a tip and thanked her profusely. "No. the pleasure was all mine," said Vikkie. And she meant it.
When the girls got back to Pat's house, Pat invited Rags to come in and almost immediately began to strip. "Female bonding time, please!" she said to Rags, half pleading and half ordering. They made love to one another, giving each other multiple orgasms.
