One thing I've learned about women is that they tend to share information about the lovers they've had. This isn't to say that men don't do that, but women, I think, use much more detail in describing their sexual exploits. This can be quite intimidating for some men, but for others, it can be quite beneficial.
I didn't know it at the time, but Starla, the Vietnamese exotic dancer who I lost my virginity to, shared details about me. Though she didn't tell many people, since by her own admission on one of our trysts, she didn't talk to too many of the other girls at the club. However, there was one other dancer who she was very close with, and that was a woman who I would get to know more intimately also.
I made plans to spend time with Starla at her club one Tuesday night. Even though she and I were closer than just dancer and customer, I still felt as though I buy dances from her since that was how she made a living. Though she insisted I didn't have to, I didn't mind helping her out. Plus, they were worth it.
However, when I arrived at her club and took a seat at the end of the bar, I realized she wasn't there. I sent her a quick text message, since she told me she usually works on Tuesdays, but she shot back a quick reply telling me she wasn't feeling well, so she stayed home. I sent another message telling her to get well soon. Though I wasn't angry with her, that did ruin my plans for the night.
Since I was in the club, I figured I may as well get a few dances. But who did I want them from? Pretty much every woman in the club looked incredible. As cliched as it may sound, I did feel like a child in a candy shop. Though part of me couldn't help but feel as though I was cheating on Starla.
Despite us just being friends with benefits, I still felt as though I shouldn't be sleeping with other women. Starla and I had been seeing each other for a few weeks at this point, and in that time, she was the only woman I was talking to. She always seemed surprised by that, and insisted I spend time with other women. I wondered why; it seemed me being loyal to her was a good thing. But she thought it would be good for me.
I didn't think it was good to be with more than one woman at a time. At least, that's what I thought until that night.
Ogling the women has usually been something I've been uncomfortable with. Even though they were there expecting men to check them out, I still found it rude to stare at them as they danced on stage. I caught a few quick glimpses (it was hard not to, given that the stage was at the center of the room), but never let my gaze remain too long.
One of the dancers at the club that night though ... try as I might, I wasn't able to look away from her. She was an Asian woman with slightly slanted eyes, yellow skin, and a thick head of dark hair that went down her back.
She was the only Asian woman at the club that night, which automatically made her stand out. Not that it would have mattered; her outfit alone could have gotten my attention: she wore a red and black latex corset which almost looked painted on. But even better than that were her black thigh-high boots, the heels of which were so tall that while she stood on the stage's platform, she seemed extremely statuesque.
When she took the stage, I was immediately in awe ... the way she moved her body and circled the pole on stage was like nothing I'd ever seen up to that point. Her movements were graceful and seductive; it was almost as though her dance was being shown in slow motion.
I rose from my bar stool and went over to the stage and left some money at her feet. She flashed a smile, then it seemed as though she was studying me for a moment. Even when I crept back to my stool, her eyes stayed on me for a while, only leaving when other men tipped her as well.
Was she going to come over and talk to me? That was both worrying and exciting. I wanted to speak to her, yet I was also nervous. She had the sort of sexiness that would tongue-tie even the most confident of men. If she came over, would I even be able to get a word out?
When her set ended and she went to speak with some other men, I relaxed. Of course, a woman as gorgeous as her would have some regulars who she saw. She went to the private area with one of the gentlemen. Lucky guy, I thought.
Not too much later, though, she came back down and made her way over to the bar, saying hello to one of the other dancers who was sitting there as well as the bartender, then when she reached me, she gave me as smile.
"Excuse me, but is your name Martin?"
I told her it was. How did she know my name? We hadn't met before; I definitely would have remembered acquainting myself with a woman as sexy as her.
"I thought so. You're just like Starla described: innocent-looking, glasses, kind of muscular, brown skin, and big, brown eyes."
"She said all that?"
The woman took a seat and crossed her legs. "Yes. She told me a lot about you. A lot."
"What else has ... oh. She told you about that?"
"She sure did." After seeing the look on my face, she added, "Oh, she had very good things to say about you, if you're wondering."
I decided to ask how well this woman and Starla knew each other since she knew so much about me. The woman told me that she was Starla's "big sister."
"Not in a literal sense," she went on to say, "but I've taught her things and looked out for her. I've been dancing for more than a decade and she's pretty new, and we're some of the few Asian women here. Even though she's Vietnamese and I'm Japanese-American, we've got to stick together."
"That makes sense. Oh, I don't think I got your name."
"Now, Starla gave you her real name, or her Western name, but I don't give my real name out when I'm in the club. Here, I'm just Asia. Typical name, I know, but it's what they call me and it just stuck."
"It's nice to meet you."
"Martin, did you want a dance from me? We can talk more upstairs if you'd like."
"That'd be great." I didn't mean to seem over eager, but she didn't seem to mind. The woman took my hand and led me upstairs to the darker, secluded area of the club and told me to sit on the bench, then sat next to me to wait for the next song to start.
"Is it wrong for me to be up here with you?" Even though I was looking forward to getting a dance, I still felt as though I shouldn't "cheat" on Starla.
"Not at all. You have the right to get dances from whoever you want. If you only want to get them from one girl, fine. If you want dances from all the girls, that's good too. Speaking of that ..."
The next song began, so Starla's big sister got to her feet and told me to open up, turned around, got in between my legs, and moved her ass on my groin in time with the music. Her ass, bubble-shaped and large despite her petite frame, swallowed the thong of her corset, and looked even better as it moved on me. It took very little time for her to make my pants get tighter.
I heard her moan lightly as she danced on my erection. To my surprise, she gripped it through my pants and held it up and rubbed herself on it. If that was any indication of how good it would be to have sex with her, I hoped that would happen soon.
When the next song started, she turned around and made eye contact with me, wrapping her arms around my neck as she moved slowly on me.
