The Club
I have been to the Club about 4 times over the past two years. It is usually busy no matter the day or the time. Easy to get to just a short distance off the main highway. Plenty of free parking but this night was crowded. It was about 9pm. You have to a step down to get in and pay $10 cover to the door girl. As you enter there's a long, fully stocked bar that runs to the left and right. Staffed by two well endowed bartenders. One was wearing a bikini top that barely covered her nipples. The other bartender, though not as large, wears a bustier that uplifts her and leaves little to the imagination.
In past visits I had not been inclined to stay long. Drinks are reasonable and there has always been plenty of dancers. I had in the past, tipped the dancers on stage but never had gotten a good vibe. No one girl stood out and caught my attention. I was content to check it out, drink my beer and leave.
But tonight was different. In the crowded space I found an empty bar stool to the left of the entrance. No longer than the time it took to get a beer, a young spinner, that had been sitting in a nearby booth by herself, approached me. With a hand on my shoulder, she quickly she told me $85 for a room, $200 for her. She looked like she had a hard a hard day and a long shift. I had to pass.
After sitting for a while, I needed to visit the restroom. As I made my way, I was able to check out a number of the girls. They were a variety of sizes, shapes, colors and nationalities. As clubs go, the dancers were 5's and 6's. If there was something higher there they were hanging out in the back.
As I proceeded to the restroom, a customer stopped me and ask if I knew him. When I came out of the restroom he stopped me again and asked if I wanted to have a seat at the end of the bar near the stage. Though there was no dancer on the stage in what was billed as a nude club, I accepted his invitation.
As we sat and talked, a dark skin dancer in her 30's sat down next to me. My new friend introduced her as Babs. As he explained that I reminded him of a friend that was killed in Vietnam, the dancer sipped her drink. As other dancers past by, they would stop and he would introduce them. He pointed out other dancers in the club giving me a run down on each one. How old they were. Did they suck cocks. Did they date outside the club. All this information was more than a random stop in a club normally brought.
As I glanced back to see Babs, there she sat with her top down and a pair of firm D- cups exposed.
"Want to feel them?" she asked as she arched he back.
"The doctor did a really good job, they're very soft"
Who was I to refuse such an offer. They were as she described. When I had one totally in my hand, she told me to pinch her nipple.
"Harder" she commanded.
As I sat in the crowded bar that night, I caressed her breast and nipples.
