It was a short drive to The Club, a small, plain looking brick building in the industrial part of town. Bob used a key-card at an unmarked door and we were in The Club.
The Club, as Bob called it, was a neat little place, decorated with pin-up posters of both guys and girls. In the main room, there was a dance-floor and a small stage. There were also several small bedrooms off to the side. Around the room, socializing at tables and couches, were couples and threesomes. What made this scene different from any other social club was that some of these people were either nude or very scantily dressed. This was the type of club that I had been trying to get Gigi to join for years.
Marlene called to us from a table in the corner where she and Chuck were sitting with my friend Jim and his wife Patty, a little blonde with a very trim figure and spectacular legs. Greeting each of us with a kiss, Marlene turned and asked Bob how Gigi did at The Purple Pussy Cat.
"She opens up more every night." Bob replied, "She made close to a hundred bucks in her last set alone and she table-danced without even having to solicit. Those guys at The Purple Pussy really love her."
Marlene then explained that she and Sally would sometimes dance at The Purple Pussy Cat to pick up extra cash. Just for fun, they had taken Gigi there on Amateur Night and after a little coaching, Gigi walked off with first prize. Since then, she's been back there every night to dance and Sally was coaching her.
"One thing's for certain," Marlene added with the devilish grin, "Gigi's a good student."
Marlene also told me that they were working on a routine in which they would all dance together, once Gigi overcame a few more of her hang-ups.
Suddenly, all the lights went out except for a spotlight over the stage. My friend Jim stepped up onto the stage and announced that the entertainment for the evening was about to begin. There would be a short fashion show, followed by the athletic event of the year.
The first model was Cindy, a strawberry blonde with a little turned up nose and an hour glass figure. She slinked across the stage, much like any fashion model, twirling to show off the flair of her full skirt and a shapely pair of long legs. She wore a white, high neck blouse with puffy sleeves and horn rim glasses. She exemplified how every young working girl should dress for the office.
The next model, Jim's wife Patty, came out dressed in all black. She wore a short leather mini-skirt with a garter belt to hold up her mesh stockings. In addition, she also wore a pair of five-inch spike heels to accentuate her muscular legs and a see-through crop-top that covered a skimpy halter-top to complete her ensemble.
"This is how my wife dresses to please me," Jim commented, "when we go out for an evening at The Club."
Cindy and Patty strutted around the little stage showing off their outfits. First, Cindy unbuttoned her blouse and then, in turn, Patty undid the single button holding her top together. In unison, the girls peeled their blouses off. Like Patty, Cindy was also wearing a halter-top, except hers was white. They each wiggled out of their skirts and made a production of removing their stockings. Spreading their legs as they bent over, each gave us a spectacular view of some very tight ass. Both girls wore matching thongs.
While the girls were still performing on the stage, I felt a pair of arms encircle my shoulders and a warm body press against my back. The soft, unmistakable fragrance of Gigi's Youth Dew perfume brought pleasure to my senses.
"Guess who." she whispered as she covered my eyes with her hands.
I shrugged my shoulders and moved one of her hands to my groin where she squeezed my stiffening cock.
"Do those girls excite you as much as I do?" she asked as she leaned over to kiss my cheek.
"God, you were hot back there at that lounge, Bob had to drag me away." I told her as she sat next to me.
"Did that excite you?" she asked stroking my hard-on, "I've been trying real hard to please you; ya know?"
"Not only did it excite me," I responded, "but you really got off on it, too. I saw that look on your face when you were standing on that kid's chair with your pussy in his face. Your juices dripped all over his face when he licked your clit."
"Just knowing that you were there..." she said staring deep into my eyes, "knowing that you were watching me, is what really got me off."
Out on the dance-floor, Jim had dragged out an inflatable swimming pool and announced that the ladies were going to wrestle.
"The winner," he continued, "gets her choice of any guy or girl in the house."
As they stepped into the pool, Jim handed each of the ladies a bottle of baby oil which they immediately began squirting all over one another. Then kneeling in the collegiate position, they began wrestling when Jim blew his whistle.
Cindy started on top and pulled Patty's arm out from under her as the contest began. Patty countered by ripping at the strings of Cindy's halter-top and pulling it off as she rolled to the side and out of Cindy's reach.
The ladies continued their wrestling match, removing each other's halters and thongs; one article at a time until they were both completely naked. Although Patty won the first fall by pinning Cindy's shoulders to the ground, Cindy rebounded by rendering her opponent helpless twice in succession. Of course, each time one of the two found herself in an advantageous position, she would also take the opportunity to avail herself to the other's sweet goodies. We were treated to a hot, lesbian exhibition.
Jim blew his whistle and declared Cindy the winner: winning the best out of three pins. The ladies, however, refused to stop wresting as they were just getting started. Cindy scooted around to sit on Patty's face as she kept licking the love juices from Patty's cunt. Somebody in the audience threw a long, two-headed dildo into the pool and Patty grabbed for it before Cindy even knew it was there. Rather than continuing doing sixty-nine on her sexy lover, she shoved the rubber cock into Cindy's vagina.
Cindy went wild, starting to moan and rub her own tits as sweet ecstasy overcame her. When she rolled off Patty, Patty twisted herself around between Cindy's legs and impaled herself on the second head of the novel sex-toy. Together, they writhed against the two headed monster, driving it further into one another's love-tunnel until they were both screaming with pleasure and panting from exhaustion. All too soon, both girls collapsed after multiple orgasms to a rousing applause from the Club's membership.
