I fully intend to properly introduce myself to you all very soon. But for now, I feel the need to share my latest night out....
It had been a stressful week, to say the least. By the time I walked out of my Las Vegas office and headed home last Friday evening, I knew exactly what I needed, and I knew just where to find it. So I headed to my apartment to clean up and slip into something sexy. A short, hot pink halter style dress, tied behind my neck and showing ample cleavage, and tall black heels. I grabbed a small black purse and threw my cell phone and some cash in it. I didn't bother with jewelry, perfume, or even panties. This wasn't a date. It was a mission.
I checked myself in the mirror, and quickly touched up my makeup. I am 28 years old, and at 5'7" without the heels, a lean body, wavy shoulder length violet-red hair, bright blue-green eyes, creamy smooth skin, perky C-cup tits, and a round, firm ass, I am fairly confident I can get laid when I need to.
I rode the elevator down to the lobby. My building's doorman, Jack, who is quite used to my antics, took in the quick change in my attire. He simply smiled, wished me a good night and told me to be careful as he opened the door to my waiting cab.
"Always." I blew him a kiss as the car pulled away.
Within minutes I arrived at my destination. It was an upscale strip club, popular with tourists. It was just the right place to find exactly what I was looking for- a horny woman, feeling the euphoria of being on vacation and ready to share her man.
I skipped the line and approached the bouncer, a gigantic former football player, who greeted me warmly as he moved the rope to allow me through.
"Hey Cherry, where you been girl?"
"Hey Tommy," I smiled as I planted a kiss on his cheek. "Been busy, but you know I can't stay away from you for too long."
Tommy laughed. "Be safe girl. I'll buy you a drink if you're still here when my shift ends."
"Thanks Tommy. But I won't be."
Tommy laughed again as I entered the dimly lit club. I walked to the bar to order my usual double vodka cranberry, and immediately started scanning the room for the night's entertainment. In less than a minute my eyes were locked onto an attractive couple near the stage. The woman looked to be around 40, about my height, in good shape and clearly tipsy. She wore a black strapless dress that flattered her figure perfectly. The man with her, the husband, I assumed, looked to be around six-foot-two and was dressed in designer jeans and a well-fitting dress shirt, untucked. He appeared to be quite entertained by his wife, who was seemingly having the time of her life. I watched as the voluptuous blonde bombshell on the stage got onto her knees to allow the woman to tuck several bills into her tiny red g-string.
I ignored the stares from the obnoxious members of what could only be a bachelor party, although I did offer a smile and mutter a polite "thank you" to the one brave enough to approach me and pay for my drink. He seemed only slightly annoyed when I took my drink and walked away.
The song ended and the bombshell left the stage just as I approached the table where the woman was returning to her husband. A new song started and a sexy tattooed brunette stepped onto the stage and started dancing. I made a mental note to ask Tommy for her number later. But first things first.
"Hi." The couple turned to me. "I'm Cherry. Can I buy you two a drink?"
Sometimes being direct works, and I hoped this was one of those times. I didn't want to spend an hour flirting and hinting around. If they weren't interested, I would find someone who was.
The woman beamed. "Hello, Cherry. I'm Lily, and this is my husband Rick." I couldn't help but notice her eyes dropping to admire my tits as Rick said hello. She was interested.
"We have another round of drinks on the way, but we'd be happy to add one for you," Rick said.
I showed him my untouched drink and Lily giggled. She was pretty. Short blonde hair and light blue eyes. I turned to a clearly amused Rick. He was handsome. Mid-forties, dark hair and eyes. Just a touch of silver showing near his temples.
"Is Cherry your real name?" Lily asked.
I smiled and nodded my head. "It is. My parents must have expected me to work in a place like this when I grew up."
Lily laughed. "No, I love it. It's very...sexy." She blushed and quickly said, "I'm going to visit the ladies room, and then we can have that drink."
"I'll join you." I said as I smiled at Rick. He raised his glass to me as I took his wife by the hand and led the way.
She disappeared into a stall to pee while I checked my hair. When she opened the stall door to emerge, I was standing in her way. In my heels, I had a few inches on her, as she was wearing flats. It was immediately obvious that she was enjoying the view my dress afforded. I gently nudged her back into the stall and closed the door.
Lily's cheeks flushed as she tore her eyes upward to meet mine.
"What..." she began, before I lowered my mouth to hers. Her tongue immediately met mine, and she kissed me hungrily. My hands were on the soft skin of her bare shoulders, and her light floral perfume was intoxicating. She timidly reached up between us, then chickened out. I pulled my mouth from hers and held her gaze as I reached behind my neck to untie my dress and lower it, giving her full view of the tits she clearly wanted to see.
I took her hand and led it to my right breast. My nipples grew hard as she allowed herself to touch me, first with one hand, then both. I could tell in that moment that she'd never been with another woman, which made me want her even more. I moaned softly as she gently pinched my nipple, and she smiled. I took her face in my hands and leaned in to kiss her again.
"Lily," I said between kisses, "let's get out of here."
