It was late, about one thirty in the morning and the skies were swollen with rain. The traffic passed through the soaked streets, making squishing sounds as they whizzed past. The smells of the exhaust along with the faint aroma of restaurants filled my nose as well as the sounds of the bustling sounds of a big city at night. With the glowing lights of marquis of the surrounding buildings, you could see the heavy rain as it raced to smack the asphalt roads and concrete sidewalks. About a half a block away, I could see the blue neon of a clubs sign. It must have been the blue hue of the sign that caught my eye. As I approached closer I could read the cursive glowing tubes filled with the blue gas. It read, âThe Vipers Pitâ.
Intrigued, I dashed into the dark foyer. The music was low and sultry. There was a huge well dressed man standing there at the foyer. He greeted me cordially and simply stated, âTwenty bucksâ. I thought, what the hell and fished a crisp twenty from my pants pocket and handed it to him. He turned sideways, allowing enough room for me to continue my journey into the lounge. I didnât know what kind of place this was, but was curious to find out. The room was crowded with both men and women. Until I got my night vision, I ambled to the bar and ordered a Michelob light, in a bottle. Not being able to hear due to the thumping of the low sultry beat of the music, I tossed another twenty onto the black laminated bar. The tender slapped fifteen bucks back down in front of me.
I knew that it had been a long time since I had gone out on the town, but at these prices, I figured that I would just nurse the ice cold brew and wait for the rain to ease up before I went on my merry way. As I scanned the dance floor, my night sight coming into clarity now, I noticed several couples on the parquet floor, dancing rhythmically, in beat with the slow tune. After a couple of minutes, the dance floor was void with exception of two petite females, one blonde and one with raven black hair, and a taller man with the skin tone of chocolate velvet.
The two women were dancing on either side of the man, one in front, and one in back of him. There couldnât have been an inch gap between their bodies as their hips gyrated against the mans crotch and ass. While the women danced, he would take turns caressing them as they danced with him. It was like watching a ritual mating dance. Unbeknownst to me, thatâs exactly what this was. When the particular song ended another began. The same slow sultry tune and beat, but a different song. The tall dark man and his two partners left the room through a doorway.
Suddenly the crowd of people in the room began funneling into another doorway at the back of the lounge. There was a black velvet curtain that they were disappearing behind. I decided to order another cold brew, now not giving two damns of what the price was. I had to know what was going to happen next.
When I walked through the curtain, there were small tables with chairs placed around the perimeter, and a stage. Just like the kind you would see in a strip club. There were seats around the edge of the stage as well, for those who wanted to see the action up close.
Most of the tables were occupied by couples. I saw two empty spots at the stage, so I walked up and took my place right at the side of the stage. On the stage was a padded table. In fact it was a table that a masseuse uses for massages. The people in the room were quietly talking in back of me. I asked a younger man next to me what was on the agenda for entertainment. My pulse quickened as he smiled and began telling me that at the âPitâ after two a.m. on Friday nights, there is a live sex show. Itâs a good thing that I was trying to blend in, because that is probably the only thing that kept me from falling out of my chair when he told me what was about to take place.
The lights in the room faded to black. The stage light was the only thing that illuminated the cozy room now. I also notice a Big Screen TV screen at the back side of the stage. It wasnât until it flickered once then projected the exact same image of the empty padded table that was on the stage, did I realize that there were cameras to film the show, as well as to enable the patrons further back in the room, the same close up viewing that us at the stages edge would see.
From the darkness behind the stage entrance walked the three dancers from the other room. Except now, all three were totally nude. When they walked to the well lit table on the stage, did I see the beauty of all three of them. The black haired woman, named Raven, as well as the blonde, named Trish, were very well endowed. Their breasts appeared to be natural by the way that they hung on their frames and the bounce when they walked. They each had near perfect bodies as well. Both had cleanly shaven pubic areas, leaving no obstruction of their genitalia. The man, named Panther, had a well toned physique. He had spent many hours at a gym maintaining his well defined form. Contrary to stereotype, his cock was average in length and girth.
