The walls were also decorated with images of all things erotic in framed paintings, illustrations and even murals on the walls themselves. The furniture in both areas was something of an eclectic collection ranging from very plush crushed velvet to supple suede of varying colors and patterns and all of it was made for one to simply sink into and relax in absolute comfort. Within the "quiet" bar area the bartenders were all tuxedo-clad midgets and dwarfs, I'm guessing to make the guests feel truly large and important in this atmosphere. It didn't appear that they minded their jobs in the least as each one of them wore a sincere smile and seemed to be adorned in gold watches and other jewelry that suggested they were very well compensated for their servitude on the job.
Within the main area where most of the "action" was taking place with the dancers, who also performed in the silent bar with only the low hum and thump of the music from the main area, there was a dance floor of all things. Here the men, women and couples were able to dance close and intimate with the women, and the men, who performed at the club. The dancers didn't appear to be getting naked while they were bumping and grinding with the patrons. I'm certain that this was a brilliant way to lead towards paid dances back at the tables and plush booths.
On the stages, there were three that I counted in the open and a private dance area that I wasn't able to get full view of, but I knew I'd be there before we left, the dancers were working the polished brass poles that appeared to be fastened to marble stage decks. It appeared that the cool brass and probably cooler marble were intentional as each of the performers had pleasant little goose bumps adding a pleasing texture to their skin. There were also other nude and semi-nude performers on swings and in cages that hung from the ceilings. Even the crow's nest that the DJ resided in was ornately decorated in brass, hard woods and more finely etched glass. This DJ even knew how to keep the music at less than an ear-splitting level unlike the other clubs we had frequented. In this main area, and I'm assuming because of all the extra activity, there were taller than average waiters and waitresses. They were all attractive with the men in tuxes and the women in long and slinky body-hugging gowns with stilettos, but strangely taller than even my buddies and I, the shortest of which was 5'11". These people didn't move as you would expect to see waiters and waitresses move. Their movement through the maze of enamored patrons, bare flesh and tables and chairs was long, purposeful, seemingly fluid and completely elegant. These people were again well adorned, though not gaudy, in jewelry and accessories that were only conducive to tremendous compensation for their skills with the patrons.
But, it was the performers, and more specifically, the female performers that were clearly the cherries on this cake made of male and female desires and vices. The women appeared to be of every nationality and body-type. There were light ones, dark ones, blondes, redheads and brunettes and every other deviation of hair color that could be represented. There were even a few that were as bald as a cue ball. I suspected that with as much detail as went into this place all the women probably had "carpets that matched their drapes," so to speak. The body types ranged from the obviously very athletic to at least two women that I saw who would fall under the category of AC/DC's song: "Whole Lotta Rosie." Judging from the sprinklings of full nude performers this was definitely the case. I was over-hearing the male and female performers as we made our way to a booth. Some of them were clearly American and spoke the language as if well educated and read. Others spoke with accents, Spanish, Jamaican, German and a few I didn't recognize, but they also seemed well educated in the way they spoke and the confidence they carried in their mannerisms.
As soon as we were seated one of the tall, brunette, slender and gorgeous waitresses approached our table and parted her slightly grinning, glistening ruby-red lips to ask us with a low and sultry voice, "How are you gentlemen this evening?" We all smiled and answered with the same smart-ass answer of, "Better now that you're here." We couldn't have rehearsed that better than it came out of our still half-stupered mouths.
The waitress introduced herself as Cynthia and welcomed us to Johnny Goodsins as she set our drinks on the table before us. None of us stopped to think until later that we never actually ordered our drinks, but they were what we would've ordered. We were already stupid in lust over Cynthia and we hadn't even gotten to picking out the girls that we wanted to dance for us.
We sat and watched for a few moments when just as we were ready to pick our dancers they made eye contact and approached our table on their own. There were five of us and six of the most stunning women approached our table as we just sat there unable to speak from the shock of how incredible the beauty of these women were. More than that, for me at least, their beauty seemed so natural. Their faces weren't overly made up like so many strippers we'd seen this night who appeared to be preparing for battle by applying thick coats of war paint. I could even see the freckles on one of the young women's faces that I had picked from the crowed. All right, I admit it; I was the one who also wanted the extra dancer. I've always enjoyed the thought of two women, or more, while I'm the only man between them. I know my buddies are the same way, but I think I'm the only one who has ever really had the confidence to pursue it. So sue me. I'm also not a man who has ever cared for tits that have been increased through augmentation, for that matter I'm somewhat of a rarity in that I prefer smaller breasts than most of the men I know, and that's exactly what these two women had. They were both a bit shorter than myself and each with a tight little body and wonderfully supple ass as they turned around for each of us for our approval. Though the blonde's tits were slightly larger than the brunette's they were most definitely within my range of acceptable tolerances.
Each of the women took our hands and we stood from the booth. Cynthia seemed to be gliding by as she told us with a grin of approval that she would keep our table for us and our drinks would be fresh when we got back.
Our ladies led us to the private area that we were only able to glance when we entered. It was a long hallway that was just as well decorated in very well done erotica as the rest of the place was. We were each led into some glass rooms that seemed to be roughly in the center of the full length of the hallway. We were able to see each other plainly as the dancers started doing what they do best. We smiled to each other and there were even a couple of thumbs-up as the action intensified. At first it wasn't terribly different from the other clubs we had frequented; bumps and grinds, asses in my face, the two dancers that I had were also mildly getting it on with each other and I was having my typical thoughts about wanting to do considerably more than just watch them dance and grope. That was when, in unison, all of the dancers reached for the zippers on our pants and helped themselves to our now surprisingly erect dicks. Again we looked at each other for just a moment completely amazed and confused because we all knew full well that the establishments we usually go to typically forbade this type of activity, and it was definitely forbidden by the law. But, who were we to argue?
