When Caroline first told me about the Club it sounded like the last place I wanted to go. Married with three children and a regular helper at church jumble sales, you'd think she'd find a tacky Chippendales-style act outrageously obscene, let alone the antics she had described to me. How wrong I was. She told me she'd been there twice, once with a hen party and once with an 18th birthday party. This struck me as odd, as Caroline was in her mid thirties, but she explained it was the birthday of one of her friends' work colleagues.
Having been twice she was desperate to go again and started to pester me into going with her. Caroline and I had met through my best friend Tanya, who lived in her street, and we had become good friends ever since she talked me into a sponsored charity walk. To be honest I was keen to see what all the fuss was about, so I agreed and talked Tanya into coming with us.
Tanya and I had been best friends since school and were as close as two girlfriends could be. We were open with each other about everything and I mean everything. We even snogged each other once, after one of the guys in the pub had dared us. One quick whip-round later, and we were in each others arms with our tongues in each others' mouths, much to the delight of all the blokes, who had formed a circle round us. It turned me on to see a few trouser-tents had formed. To be honest we kissed for slightly longer than was necessary to claim the pint glass full of cash, and Tanya didn't really have to caress my bum quite so sensitively through my skirt. And there was certainly no need for me to slide my hand up the back of her blouse to stroke the smooth skin of her back, but I'm sure I felt the slightest intake of breath when I did.
Although we often had a laugh about that night, we never went any further sexually, apart from sharing intimate details about each others boyfriends. One night we were at Tanya's flat sharing a couple of bottles of cheap wine and talking about men as usual, when the subject turned to whether either of us had ever had a threesome. Neither of us had, so in our drunken state, we described to each other our fantasy threesome. When it was Tanya's turn she described hers in such detail I was certain she hadn't just made it up. I could see everything happening in my head as she spoke. I could feel every thrust, taste every lick, and I was getting more and more aroused. As she went on, she herself became quite breathless and I eventually had to excuse myself and went to her bathroom. Once there I pulled my trousers and knickers off and rubbed myself as fast as I could. I came in seconds and must've looked a bit flushed when I came back because I got the feeling Tanya knew exactly what I'd been up to.
When we arrived at the Club, Caroline said that she had to go in first because she was a member and had to sign us in. She explained that the Club never advertised, it worked strictly by word of mouth, and you couldn't get in without being recommended in person by an existing member. Once inside we were greeted by a blonde girl who took our details, asked us to hand in any cameras or mobile phones, and told us our membership cards could be collected as we left. She also gave us a list of rules to read and a disclaimer to sign. We were basically signing to say we were broad-minded and happy to see sexual activity in front of us. This intrigued me, as I'd been to see plenty of male strippers before and never had to sign anything like this.
I turned my attention to the list of rules, and was starting to wonder what I'd let myself in for. The gist was that we would see things that some might find offensive, and although audience-participation was a big part of the show, there would be no pressure to take part. Further to this, all "intimate contact" (I later found out what that meant!) had to be initiated by the guest, but the guys would do their best to put the idea into your head. By now I had no idea what to expect, but my knees were trembling with anticipation!
We got some drinks from the bar and found a seat at a table near, but not too near the stage. The stage itself was at one end of a long room. Down the left hand side was the bar, which stretched almost the whole length of the room, and coming down the other side of the room was a long catwalk. The Club was starting to fill up and there were a couple of hen parties and at least one birthday party. I noticed that most of the girls there were dressed to kill, as if for a good night's clubbing. In fact some were wearing very little indeed. The music was a good mix of commercial dance and hard house, and a few people had started to dance on a small dance floor by the DJ's booth, which surprised me. Caroline explained that they were trying to get noticed, as the show didn't start for about an hour. They were certainly doing that, they could have made a living as pole dancers, they had all the moves. Perhaps they were.
A little later, after we had just started our third bottle of wine, the blonde who had greeted us at the door stepped up onto the catwalk with a microphone. She went through all the "Have we got a show for you tonight" routine and lapped up all the hoots and cheers from (I estimated) about 100 drunk or nearly drunk women. Having gone through the format of the evening she appealed for quiet and said "Just to reiterate the rules, for all you ladies who haven't been here before..." The place was silent.
"During certain parts of the show we will be asking for volunteers. There's no pressure and you can say no to anything at any time. But I'd please ask you to think about how far you want to go and consider whether you want to go up on stage." Caroline grinned at this bit and refused to meet my eye. I realised that she hadn't told me everything about what had happened last time she was here. And she most certainly hadn't told her husband!
"Also, our guys will be mingling with you all between acts. They won't bite unless you want them to, but they will touch unless you tell them not to. Girls, if you want to remove any clothing that's up to you, but if you want our guys to remove it for you, you have to ask. And most importantly of all, there is a line drawn very strictly that our guys can't cross unless you want them to. And if you do, you have to make it very clear."
What was this? Were we expected to get nekkid? Part of me was appalled at the idea, and part of me (possibly the drunk part) was thrilled. Again, Caroline avoided my glance. I looked at Tanya and she gave me the same impish grin she'd used that night we'd snogged in the pub. Either she'd noticed Caroline's reaction or she was up for some exhibitionism!
Eventually the strippers came on. Five of them doing a clichéd routine lifted straight from the Full Monty. They were all absolutely gorgeous, with fit, toned bodies, muscles in all the right places, and huge trouser bulges that could only have been enhanced by extra padding. In spite of myself I was quite enjoying the sight of five hunks taking their clothes off for me! One of them appeared to have picked me out with his eyes, so I did a bit of flirting, coyly grinning at him then looking away, making sure I was displaying just the right amount of cleavage and adjusting my seat so my miniskirt rode up just enough so it had to be deliberate.
