I'm pretty sure her plan backfired and she wasn't happy. I couldn't say I was disappointed but if she wasn't so pissed off I probably would have assured her no one was more surprised by how the events turned out than me. But I didn't tell Barbara that because she was too busy glaring at me to care about what I had to say.
I'm sure this all sounds pretty confusing so I'll back up a little bit. The most important background information is that I was always a straight woman. I was married for three years to a boring man who found me equally boring. We had dated in high school and it just seemed the natural progression of things for us to get married. I'm not even certain Ted actually proposed to me. It was more like an understanding between us. Then one day, Denise walked into his restaurant and I guess it was love at first sight for them - or lust anyway. By the time I even knew about their affair she was pregnant and he had divorce papers ready for me to sign. The worst part was I didn't even care! The marriage was over quickly and we never fought once. I even still eat at his restaurant sometimes. I see Denise there with their two kids and it doesn't even bother me. I'm happy for them. But not really for myself.
I definitely felt like something was missing in my life. Of course I logically assumed I needed a man in my life to make it feel complete. I went on date after date but nothing connected with any of them. I was approaching thirty-five and feeling quite desperate.
No one at the real estate office where I worked had to be told I was lonely. They helped set me up on dates and some of the guys asked me out themselves. But like I said: nothing.
Barbara kept suggesting I try it her way. Everyone at the office knew Barbara was a lesbian, I guess because she never made a secret of it. Her random girlfriends would come meet her for lunch and she always brought another woman to office parties.
I was hesitant of course but told her I'd think about it and I did. I checked out women the way I usually checked out men. But other than admiring their soft skin or shiny hair, I didn't feel anything towards any of them.
Then Barbara seemed to let her frustration on my behalf turn to a bit of an obsession. Suddenly she didn't just want me to try being a lesbian. She wanted me to try to be a lesbian WITH HER. I politely rebuffed her advances but she seemed to think I was playing with her - playing hard to get.
She's always been arrogant with a major superiority complex but she was so convinced she was right about my sexuality that she insisted I go to a strip club with her one weekend. She called me all kinds of wimpy and cowardly names when I tried to talk her out of it. I was so annoyed by her that I finally threw up my hands and agreed to go. But I told her I'd only concede on one condition. If I went to a female strip club with Barbara, she had to agree to leave me alone forever after that if it wasn't what I wanted.
From the outside, The Station looked like any other bar and a decent one at that. The inside wasn't bad either. It was clean and the set up at the bar was actually elegant. There was dim lighting of course but the music wasn't cheesy in the least.
But the clientele was right out of your stereotypical movie about a strip club. They were chubby, sweaty guys with a constant drink and glazed eyes riveted to the stage. They looked dirty to me. All of them. I started to get a little nervous. I wasn't used to being in a place like this. What was I even doing here?
Barbara found us a table and I sat down gratefully. I was wondering if sitting down made me less conspicuous. A divorced, straight woman in a female strip club. Just get it over with, I told myself. Just get out of here quickly.
I tried to be a good sport about it. I smiled at the dancers when they looked my way. I tucked dollar bills in their g-strings if they approached our table. Many girls seemed to know Barbara and were happy to see her. As dollar after dollar disappeared in their g-strings from Barbara it made sense.
"See anyone you like yet?" Barbara asked me between performances.
I didn't want to lie but I definitely didn't want to encourage her either. "They're all so beautiful," I said honestly.
"All women are beautiful," she breathed out. Her hand slid onto my leg and I shifted away. She laughed softly. "One of these days, Alice . . . You're going to let your guard down and watch out!"
Luckily the next dancer came on then and I didn't have to listen to Barbara's threats anymore. And then I wouldn't have heard her if she told me to fuck her right then and there.
The DJ had introduced this girl as Angel and who was I to argue? She was heavenly and exquisite. I couldn't take my eyes off of her and I kind of thought my mouth was probably hanging open. But I didn't even care.
When Angel's set was over, Barbara excused herself from our table. I was grateful to have a moment to myself, to collect myself and calm down. It was nothing, I told myself. Just the atmosphere and the fact that I hadn't been fucked in five years.
Sad right?
I downed my third drink of the night and pulled myself together in time for Barbara's return. She seemed smug as she gathered our coats and bags. "Come with me," she told me. I followed her wondering if we were leaving or what.
No. Barbara bought me a private lap dance. From Angel. I should have refused. I should have left right then. But I was curious and I was ready to have some fun for once.
Angel danced in front of me for a while without speaking, just moving to the music and I wouldn't have taken my eyes off her if a bomb dropped outside. She was mesmerizing.
"What's your name?" she asked me as her dancing brought her closer to me.
I had to clear my throat to get the words out. "My name is Alice."
She smiled slowly. "Well, Alice, I want you to do something for me, okay?"
I nodded.
She slowly but steadily moved her lips to my ear. "I want you to kick your friend out so I can touch you."
Of course I told Barbara to leave. She protested but I insisted. Angel just smiled at me and I found myself giggling like a little girl with a new friend.
Once the door closed after Barbara, Angel leaned her hands on the couch behind my head. "Now, baby. Let's see if we can't get rid of those nerves I see all over that pretty face of yours."
I had no idea what to say to her but that didn't seem to matter. She straightened, then removed her bikini top and ran her hands over her tits, all the while keeping her eyes on mine. Then she turned her back on me and hooked her thumbs in her g-string. She slowly pushed it down her legs, leaning all the way over as she did so until her ass was in the air and her beautiful pussy was on display right in front of me.
I let out a small moan at the sight of that pussy. It was so pink and I was amazed to see it glistening in the dim light. Could she be turned on just because she was showing herself to me?
Slowly, Angel straightened again but, though she smiled at me over her shoulder, she kept her back to me. Her ass came towards me while her hips continued to move to the music. I gripped the couch on either side of my legs to resist the suddenly strong urge to grab that spellbinding ass.
Angel moved over my legs, hovering there for the longest time still moving to the music. Then agonizing inches at a time, she lowered herself on to me and I let out a shuddering breath. I could feel the heat from her body as her ass began to buck against my pussy. I couldn't help it. I jerked my pussy up against her ass.
She made a purring sound deep in her throat. "There you go, baby. Let me know you like it." Her head fell back to my shoulder and she kept her ass moving so I kept moving against her.
We developed a nice rhythm but I was embarrassed by how erratic my breathing was becoming since my mouth was basically at her ear. I didn't want to do anything wrong but I couldn't stop my nose from burying in her hair. I was all but nuzzling her as I inhaled her intoxicating scent.
