"To the best girls night out we ever had!" In unison we raised our wine glasses. "And to being best friends for life!" Catherine continued to yell in her excitement. None of us cared, though. Everyone was in the mood for a good time. We were black and single women in our early 30s having our first night out together in six months. Tonight was our time for getting drunk and having fun. Gina, Catherine, Stacie and I have been best friends since high school. Each of us has very demanding jobs so a night like this is rare. So, to us it was special. Gina was able to get a limousine from her father for the evening and the four of us spent a lot of our cellphone minutes talking about what we would wear. Our final clothing decision? Skin-tight, breast showing mini-dresses with matching color thongs. Somehow I ended up wearing dark yellow while Gina had red, Stacie wore black, and Catherine chose purple. A little high schoolish, but we didn't care.
"Where should we go first, ladies?" I said trying to adjust myself to avoid sticking to the limo's leather interior and not spill my drink at the same time.
"How about a strip club?" Stacie practically yelled as she poured herself another glass of wine. The rest of us looked at each other as if we were telepathic and smiled as if we reached a mutual decision.
Finally, Catherine broke our two-minute silence, "Sure. Why not? Sounds like fun. Anyhow, it might be good for LaDonna's non-exciting sex life."
"What the fuck does that mean?" I gave her a hard elbow nudge in her side as I watched Gina and Stacie hide their laughs while covering their mouths.
"Damn, girl!" she rubbed her side and sipped the last drop of her wine, "I was just jokin' with your ass."
"Uh huh." Giving her a semi-smile.
"So, let's go to Randell's." We looked at Stacie as if we were searching her face for a pimple. See Randell's is considered to be raunchy. It is known to allow open sex acts among the dancers and patrons, which is also illegal. I always wondered why they never closed down the place, but rumor has it that the local police that patrol the neighborhood are dirty and get benefits to look the other way. What those benefits are I have no idea. Either way the idea of watching a live porno show was not my idea of fun at the time. Stacie continued, "Come on, ladies! It'll be fun."
"Don't we need a man to go with us?" Catherine asked.
"I think so, but we can ask David to go in with us. Hey, David!" Stacie tapped on the window that separated us from our driver. He slowly rolled the window down and glanced in the mirror. "We want to go to Randell's. Would you like to go in with us? They do require women to go in with a man, right?"
David was very attractive. Smooth dark skin with green eyes that would make any woman melt. He was average height with a muscular body. I have had a crush on him ever since he started working for Gina's father 6 months ago.
In his semi-deep voice and one eyebrow raised at us he said calmly, "Yeah, they require women to go in with a man. I don't mind going in with you ladies, but why Randell's of all places? That place is nothing more than a whorehouse with a so-called fancy name. You women are way too sophisticated for that. Plenty of nice strip club you can go to."
"Just curiosity, I suppose." Stacie answered back.
"Okay, then. We aren't far from there. Be there in a sec." He rolled the window back up.
We arrived before any of us could sit properly in our seats. As we got out of the limo we looked at the building surprised at how nice it looked. Not at all what we expected. Somehow, it got us all back into a good mood as we walked in even more amazed. Neon blue likes, tables nicely decorated everywhere, and a large runway stage with tiny bright lights that decorated its edges. We were like high school boys who were seeing their first naked woman in a Playboy magazine. Even commented on the noticeable fact that we weren't the only female group with the strip club idea.
As we found ourselves a table I watched the current dancer on stage. Wasn't what you would call drop-dead gorgeous, but she was no doubt attractive. Dark skin, cat-like eyes, full lips, straight hair that reached her shoulders, athletic build, and an ass that made mine seem very small. The way she danced made me have sudden feelings I never had before towards another female.
"A round of drinks, everyone?" Stacie yelled as she danced in her seat. "What would you like, David, since you're still on duty?"
"Coke is fine since I have to keep my eyes on you four ladies." Giving a somewhat sly smile looking over my shoulder at the dancer.
The five of us just looked around the room. Smiling, dancing in our seats, and drinking our poison of choice. All we saw were men drooling while they watched the stage and others getting lap dances. Those close the stage filled the dancers garters with bills and screaming for more action.
It was obvious David felt a little uncomfortable being there with us by the way he sat there with his hands under the table. Like a little child who was in the corner for bad behavior. I suppose I wasn't the only one who noticed because immediately Gina held one hand on the table and gave him a kiss on the check, "Have some fun, Boo. I won't tell Daddy you were a bad boy." She winked, "What he doesn't know won't hurt him." He smiled back and got in the rhythm of the music, yet still trying to hold his composure.
After two hours of naked women, uncountable rounds of alcohol, and thunderous music none of us cared anymore what sexual acts were and might take place. The four of us talked about the old days and our past relationship. To David's surprise he learned that we all had our own freaky wild side. How Catherine and Gina at one time had their first lesbian encounter with each other, how Stacie did a porno movie when she was 22, and how I was into Softcore BDSM. After hearing all of that David excused himself from the table. Obviously because he was physically excited by the whole experience.
As David left our table, Gina and Stacie sat there suddenly with their mouth wide open. Catherine and I quickly turned around to see what was going on. There on the stage was the dancer I had admired earlier sitting as she had an imaginary chair under her and a black male with his face between her legs. She had one hand on the pole and the other grabbing a handful of hair. The men gathered around to watch but her legs held his head in place obstructing their view. Her ass jiggled as she fucked his face. Then without hesitation he grabbed her thighs and pushed her down to the stage. Even from where I was sitting you could see a little bit of her clit, as he liked it like a cat having a bowl of milk. He held her legs open and it was more than obvious his fingers were fucking her at the same time. The music was drowning out her moans. The whole scene was making me wet and I could tell I wasn't the only one as I glanced over at Catherine. She was sitting there fingering herself under the table as she watched. Stopped the moment she noticed me looking. Actually, I found it be a very big turn on. Maybe it was the alcohol talking.
We continued to watch this display. She held his face tight as she grounded her pussy into it hard. Dollar bills filled the stage around her. Then another man got on stage and knelt over her with his dick in hand. Holding the back of her head he forced his 7 inches into her mouth and fucked it hard.
I think I was about to explode at that very moment, but was pulled away as I heard David's voice behind me, "Ummmmm, ladies. You don't mind if we leave now? Just a bit too much for a man like me with the four of you." His face was sweating and nervous looking. We all looked at each other with blank faces.
"Sure. Come on, ladies! Time for a brand new playground." Catherine stated quickly grabbing her purse from the chair. The rest of us immediately followed, however, not without taking one last look at the stage. The doorway gave us a perfect view of the dancer taking on two men and every private part involved.
Once in the limo we sat there in silence. All with smiles on our faces. My heart was beating fast and loud in my own ears. Couldn't even hear David speak to us on the intercom, "Where to now?"
