Sara stepped out of the cab into the cool spring air. The ride had cost her thirty dollars, a hefty chunk of the two hundred she had started out with. She had planned on an expensive evening but she had hoped she wouldn't have had to spend it on transportation. Across the street from where the cab had dropped her off stood a large building. The sun had not quite set so she could clearly see that it fit in with the industrial buildings in the area. Except for the large lighted sign on the roof which advertised the night club's name: The Extasy Club.
She walked across the street, taking careful steps. She didn't usually wear high heels and she did not want to stumble. She wore a simple white blouse and a knee length dark skirt. As she approached the building she felt a little nervous. Built of plain concrete block the entire side was broken by only a single door. There was a cluster of cars around the door and while she was walking towards the door a man exited the building and headed towards one of the cars. He didn't glance in her direction.
She arrived at the door, which was worn and battered. Only a sign indicating that a person had to be eighteen to enter marked it. Her mouth dry with excitement she grabbed the handle, pulled the door open and entered the dim hallway behind it.
The hallway was painted in a dark shade of red, although the paint was scuffed and peeling. Bare light bulbs lit the way to a doorway through which she could hear music playing. The lights on the other side of the doorway pulsated with the thumping bass notes as she got closer to the doorway.
At the door were two men. One was young and muscular, wearing black jeans and a T-shirt. He leaned against the frame of the door. The other man, seated at a small table was much older and wore a rather shabby suitcoat. She could feel them watching her as she made her way down the hallway in her unfamiliar shoes.
"You her to se Ernie miss?" asked the older man at the desk. "About the job?"
Sara wondered for a moment who Ernie was. She fought a sudden desire to suddenly say that she had made a mistake, turn around and leave. No she thought to herself. I'm going to get what I came for.
"No, I'm here to see the show" she declared, perhaps a bit too firmly.
"Zat so" he replied. He paused and looked at her. He looked up at the bouncer who was still leaning against the doorframe, unabashedly staring at Sara. "Five dollar cover after six o'clock"
Sara bit her lower lip. She could see the oversized digital watch on his wrist. She clearly saw the numbers indicating five-fiifty-two. Rather than argue she opened her purse and found a five. She thrust it out toward him. The man in the T-shirt grinned. "enjoy the show" he leered as she walked past him into the darkend area beyond.
Once inside Sara paused to get her bearings. As she moved into the room she could see a stage in the centre of the room. Along the wall to her left stretched the bar and she could see a number of men and women seated at the bar, mostly in couples. One man sat at the bar alone and he raised his head as she walked in. Most of the tables were empty, all though there was a group of four college boys seated at one, pitcher of beer between them. She moved towards a table at the other side of the room, a few rows from the stage and took a seat. She was aware that a number of people were watching here as she sat down. She hung her raincoat on the back of her chair.
A waitress wearing a black leotard came and asked her if she wanted anything to drink. Sara ordered a rye and soda and the waitress left. She looked around the room nervously. She was painfully aware that she was the only woman here who was not an employee of the club and that everyone must be wondering what she was doing there. She stared at the table not sure where she should look next.
The lights flashed on the stage. A deep male voice came over the PA system asking that everyone give a big welcome to the next dancer. No one clapped or even moved. A song started playing and after about twenty seconds a woman appeared and took the too small steps up to the stage.
The woman on stage had blonde hair that flowed down to the middle of her back and she wore a short, tight dress. Sara watched her as she walked around the stage, not dancing really, just moving. Sara found herself staring at this woman as she moved.
The waitress returned. She asked for eight dollars. 'shit' thought Sara 'at this rate my money will be gone before I get to the good stuff'. She passed the waitress a twenty and gave her a two dollar tip when she handed back the change. She took it without a word.
Sara returned to looking at the woman on stage. She had looked at women before but always in a furtive way, afraid of being caught staring. Here she knew it was all right to look, that was why she had come. She had come to the bar to look at women. A wave of excitement ran through her body at the thought. She knew that she had thoughts about women, and had looked at their pictures. She wasn't gay though she definitely liked men. But this was new, a forbidden thrill.
And now knowing that she was definitely straight was paying money to see a woman take off her clothes in a sleazy strip bar. The woman on stage had allowed her dress to ride up over her hips and slide down off her breasts so that it was just a band of material around her waist. Sara was mentally comparing the woman's breasts to her own and realized that her own were much larger. . She took another sip of her drink.
The woman on stage had moved onto the floor and was now lying down and spreading her legs in the air. A single man seated at the stage side seats seemed to be interested in the closeup view. Sara found herself wanting to look over the man's shoulder so she could have a better view. She settled on simply concentrating from where she sat. She knew that these were the better seats. The music ended abruptly and there was a small smattering of applause. The woman stood up, adjusted her dress and walked off the stage.
As the songs changed there would sometimes be a bit of activity in the room, women who had been sitting with men who get up and start to walk around, then sit down with another. Sara saw a woman, a brunette dressed in a mini skirt and a tube top walking toward her.
"May I join you? the woman asked. "My name is Andrea"
Sara stuttered a bit and told the woman her own name. They talked for a few minutes, the woman asking if it was Sara's first time at a club and so on, Sara blurting out one word answers. The woman was so gorgeous in her supertight outfit and she was sitting there talking just to her. Sara could see the shape of her breasts under the top and could feel the lust growing in her as she looked at her legs crossed in front of her.
Suddenly the woman leaned forward towards Sara and said in a hushed voice: "Would you like a private dance?"
Sara knew that this moment would come and had steeled herself to give the right answer. She knew that not all dancers would dance for a woman, and she couldn't take the chance that this dancer was the only one who would. "yes please" she said in a quiet voice. "I would like three dances".
She had been told that a dancer would only make the right moves if she got at least three dances and she knew a dance cost twenty dollars. She quickly took sixty dollars out of her purse and laid it on the table. The music started again.
As soon as the music started Andrea removed both her top and her skirt. She wore no underwear. She swayed rhythmically at Sara's feet and Sara felt a wave of excitement sweep over her. Andreas breasts were large and round and there were tan marks on her body. Her pubic hair had been trimmed to a neat vertical strip. She moved closer to Sara, bending over her. Sara looked up and Andrea's shoulder length hair brushed across her face. She could smell the dancer's perfume, strong and sweet. Sara tilted her head back and felt herself slumping in the chair. As she slumped Andrea bent lower and Sara could feel her breath on her face.
