I studied my face in the mirror while I tried to calm my nerves. I could not believe that Melanie talked me into going to the strip club with her. I finished putting my makeup on as I heard the soft knock on the door.
My eyes just about popped out of my head as I opened the door and saw Melanie in a very short, body-hugging black sheath dress.
"Wow." I looked down at my dark jeans and the sweater I thought made me look sexy in a casual way. "You put me to shame."
She grabbed my hand and pulled me back to my bedroom. "I know you have something sexier than that in your closet."
"I don't want to be confused with the dancers." I replied as I reluctantly followed her into my room, where she was already looking through my closet.
Ignoring my last statement, she found what she was looking for and pressed them into my arms. "Change," she commanded. I looked down at what I was holding, and gasped.
"Mel, I can't wear these!" I protested. "I'll be the laughing stock of the place."
"Honey, you're stacked. Show it off." Melanie replied then softened her tone. "I wouldn't let you walk out of here looking bad. Just try it, ok?"
I sighed, and pulled off my sweater and bra. Pulling the corset top against me, I turned my back to her and asked her to help "do up" the back. After I was snugly in the corset, I adjusted my breasts, took one look in the mirror, and burst out laughing.
"Melanie! I can't go out in public like this! If I sneeze, I'll fall out!" I stated, staring at how my cups definitely runneth over. I turned to her to see her staring at my cleavage.
She blinked, and looked up at me. "Wow. Damn, girl. You have great breasts."
"I can't..." I started to protest again.
"Please. Let loose. Have fun. You look great." Melanie headed back to my closet to look at shoes. "Put on the skirt."
I shook my head, shimmied out of my jeans, and slid the short dark denim skirt up my legs. When I saw the boots Melanie pulled out for me to pull on, I didn't even offer a protest this time. Pulling on and zipping up the tall boots, I finished getting ready, and turned to face her.
"Isn't this a little much for a strip club?" I asked as a last ditch attempt to return to my comfortable coverage of the clothes I had just removed.
Melanie smiled slyly, "This is a really special sort of club. It's kind of high end."
"High end club and my tits are practically falling out. Great." I replied.
"You're perfect." Melanie replied, squeezing my hand. "Let's go. We don't want to be late."
I sat nervously in the passenger seat, watching Mel drive competently with one perfectly manicured hand on the wheel and her right hand resting on the gear shift. It was hard not to notice how her dress rode up even higher on her thigh. I fought the urge to reach over and caress her bare skin on her thigh.
Mel was my best friend in the world, and while I told her about almost everything in my life, I had never told her that I was attracted to women, and in particular, her. Even mentioning to her that I wanted to check out a strip club was difficult because I was so afraid she'd figure out I preferred women, and it would scare her off. I fantasized about touching her skin, kissing her lips, feeling her naked body pressed against mine. I kept trying to tear my eyes away from her legs, only to find them moving back on their own to watch the dress slowly move up her legs even more. I was so into the fantasy of running my tongue up that smooth skin of her thighs to explore what the dress was still barely covering that I vaguely heard her say something and had to ask her to repeat it.
"I said, don't be nervous." Mel replied, laughing and glancing over at me. "You're so nervous you can't even have a conversation."
I forced a laugh. "Yeah, you know me." I replied, shifting my gaze to look out the window at the (safe) scenery we were speeding past.
Before I knew it, we were pulling up to the valet parking station of a rather non-descript building. The very handsome valet, opened my door as another opened the door for Mel. I smiled nervously as Mel smiled flirtatiously and handed the keys over, grabbing my hand to drag me to the door. We paid the money, showed our IDs, and found ourselves being shown to a table near the stage.