It seems like for every bad thing that happens in my life something better happens to take my mind off of it. Amy was gone, but Renee and I were starting something. Then I ran into Nick outside of the Library on Thursday. "Hey," he said, and raised an eyebrow, "I hear you've been busy."
Nick was a good friend, and I didn't mind him knowing, but I was a little miffed at whoever, Amy or Renee, was talking about my sex life "What? What have you heard?"
"Only that you spend half your time in the library and it isn't even October, why? Is there something else? You sound guilty or something."
"Um... no...nothing else."
"Oh come on, I'll tell you my news if you tell me yours," he looked at me closer, he could always read me. "It's Amy isn't it, Amy tried to sleep with you, didn't she?"
"No, that's not it at all," I smiled and got closer to his ear, "I jumped HER bones...and it was good."
He laughed, "Yes, it was only a matter of time."
"So what's your news?"
Just than his cell phone rang. "Hello...hey babe, yeah it's true....Damn straight....I don't know, I just found out three hours ago....well, I quit the university and I'm taking a road trip, you coming....where's my favorite place in the world, and yours...well, bring her too, she's right here if you want me to ask her....alright...I know, I can't believe it...Love ya babe." He hung up the phone. "That was Renee, I just left a message on her phone, she was just calling me back. Here's the news: I was just offered a job with a research firm doing almost the same thing I'm doing now, great pay, benefits, a nice signing bonus, and its actually closer to my house than the university, I start in two weeks."
It was incredible news. "Oh my God, that's great," I said and gave him a big hug. "So what now? When are you leaving the college?"
"Actually, I already handed in my resignation. And I'm taking a road trip this weekend."
"Where are you going?"
"My favorite town in the world is Montreal. I've been there a few times, and me and Renee spent a long weekend there in May. I think I should tell you now, me and Renee, and sometimes Amy have been getting together for a while now. I couldn't tell you before. With the PC mentality on this campus now, you have to be careful. We decided that we didn't want everybody knowing about us, but we all thought you should know."
This wasn't a huge shock, I did have a little trouble imagining Amy with a guy though. "Well, I kind of suspected. So what's so great about Montreal?"
"Well as far as I'm concerned it has the best strip clubs in the world. It's an adult playground. I didn't think I would get Renee to leave last time we were there. We always said that we'd go back but we never had time and money. You wanna go? My treat?"
"Me?"
"Yeah, Renee suggested it, I'm not sure if you're into the same stuff we are, but I think you'd have a good time. Besides Renee said that she didn't want to miss your date"
I had never thought about going to a strip club before, I guess I always thought that the girls would be unattractive sluts. But if Renee and Nick thought it was hot then it must be pretty good. "Well, I don't know, what's your plan?"
"We'll leave tomorrow late morning, after Renee gets out of class, I already made hotel reservations for the weekend, we'll drive back Sunday evening."
I thought about it for a few seconds. It would be an adventure, and I felt safe with Nick and Renee. "Alright I'm in."
"Good, I'll pick you up at your dorm, eleven tomorrow."
"Alright."
"I have to go, I'll see you then."
We hugged goodbye. "Congratulations again," I said.
I packed that night. I brought my normal clothes (jeans, t-shirts, etc.), and a nice black dress and heals, I also put my rabbit and anal toy in my pack and Amy's pocket rocket in my purse. Nick picked me up the next day. I expected Renee to be in the car. "Hey, bad news," he said, "Renee is meeting us there, she got called in to work, she didn't want to hold us up so I put her on a late flight instead. We'll drive up there, have diner, see some sites, and pick her up at eleven."
It's about a five hour drive to Montreal, so I had plenty of time to get all the details on his relationship with Amy and Renee. "Well it started back about two years ago when they were sophomores and I had just started as a grad student. Amy was going out with Dave, but she and Renee started fooling around too. They had a few threesomes. Becky was friends with Renee and when she heard about Renee's threesomes she got hot for the idea, so the three of us got together. One weekend the five of us: Me, Becky, Renee, Amy and Dave, went out drinking and ended up having an orgy that lasted about three days. After that we decided to form a little polyamorous group. You have to be careful, but we knew none of us had any problems, me and Becky had already been together for a year and a half, Amy and Dave for almost that long, Renee had just broken up with a girl she'd been with for a while. So we promised each other that we would always try to keep all the sex within the group, with five people there were endless possibilities. And if anyone had sex outside the group they would be extremely safe about it. Anyway, the five of us were together for over a year. Then Becky moved to California. I think Dave found Jesus or something and decided to leave us. So it's been just me, Amy and Renee for the past few months, but if Amy and Renee have their way..." He glanced at me and smiled. "So what do you think of all this? Are we just sexually uninhibited adults, or are we complete perverts?"
"Well I can't say I've ever heard of an arrangement like that before. But I guess it makes sense. If everybody likes each other and they're honest with each other, why not?"
We got to the hotel at about five. Nick went all out. We had a huge suite. A king size bed, living room, Jacuzzi, everything. I put on my tight thigh length black dress and heels, odd attire for me. When Nick saw me he looked at me like he had never seen me before. "This is the first time I've seen you not wearing old jeans, I mean, Wow, you look incredible."
We had diner at a little French place. "So where to after diner?" I asked him.
"Well, we have three hours till we go pick up Renee, is there anything in particular you want to see?"
"I don't know, where would you and Renee go?"
"Hmmm, are you sure you're ready for this? There might be nudity."
"I would hope so."
Nick was right about Montreal being an adult playground. Our hotel was about two blocks from Rue St. Catherine. There must have been ten blocks of strip clubs, peep shows and adult stores along St. Catherine. Nick got a call on his cell phone as we walked. "Hey...aw damn...well you can't do anything about it...So what time...alright...one o'clock it is." He hung up the phone. "That was Renee, her flight's delayed, we'll pick her up at one."
We wandered along, past a bunch of different clubs. "If anything looks interesting just say the word."
"I have no idea what's in any of these places."
"Hmmm, let's go in here then." The club had an Egyptian theme. It was cleaner and more brightly lit than I had imagined a strip club would be. There were maybe a dozen customers there, three or four were women, and four or five dancers. One was on the stage when we came in. She was wearing a tiny bikini top and a g-string, both covered in sequins.
"Where do you want to sit?" Nick asked.
"Let's sit over there." I pointed at a table close to the stage, I didn't want to sit right at the stage. The dancer had red hair and a great body, her skin was very pale. She couldn't have been much older than me. She danced across the stage and twirled around the pole. She took off the top and g-string and smiled like it was the most natural thing in the world.
A few minutes after she finished she walked over to our table. She was with another dancer, a darker skinned women, Pakistani or Indian maybe. They were dressed the same in sheer, skin tight mini skirts and high heels, they seemed about the same height, but it was hard to tell because they were wearing seven inch platform heals (why is that standard stripper attire?). The red head had her hair in girlish buns on either side of her head. The dark one wore her hair long, thick and wavy. The red haired dancer said something in French. Nick answered in fluent French, another of his talents I hadn't been aware of. They chatted for a while. Nick handed them a hundred dollars Canadian. I had a year of French in high school, but I only caught the occasional word. Nick nodded toward me and said one of the few phrases I understood, "But my friend doesn't speak French."
The Indian girl said, with a cute French accent, "I was just asking Nick if he wanted a private dance, would you like one too?"
"Me?"