It was Monica's birthday and she wasn't happy. Where had all the time gone? She had divorced her husband who left her for a younger woman, she was in a dead-end job and today she turned 40. Monica was in no mood to celebrate, but her girlfriends had insisted they go out for some fun.
And fun they had. After a great dinner, they went to a club for some drinks and dancing. Monica was burning up the dance floor and attracting a lot of attention. She needed to burn off some frustration and this helped. Monica was well-proportioned. Certainly not heavy, she did have some meat on her bones. But Monica carried herself in a way which made her very sexy. She had worn a form fitting skirt which accentuated her full hips and a tight top that displayed ample cleavage from her 36D chest. As she danced, her tits bounced and caught the eye of numerous male admirers. This made Monica very happy, as she had not been feeling so attractive of late. It had been 6 months since her divorce and almost a year without sex, let alone any man paying attention to her. Of course, the 4 Long Island Iced Teas were helping to loosen her up a bit too.
Monica's friends Wendy and Sandy had been drinking a lot as well. As the evening wore on, they kept getting on the subject of men and why they had to keep chasing younger women. "What's wrong with a woman with experience?" said an exasperated Wendy.
"Any man I let between these legs walks away very happy," chimed in Sandy as she lifted her skirt to show off her muscular legs and thong panties. "Once they get this pussy, nothing else compares." The girls all giggled. The alcohol had certainly taken over.
Having had too much too drink, they decided to take a cab home. The entire way they kept up their topic of men and why older women are better. The cab driver decided to take the long way. These women were so drunk they would never notice and he would collect a bigger fare. The route took them directly along the street commonly referred to as "The Strip" because of the number of adult entertainment establishments located there. As the they passed the Boom Boom Room, Monica yelled out, "stop the car!" The girls all shrieked and the cab screeched to a halt. "I'm going in," she slurred. "Let's just see what all these young chickies got that I don't," she said. Clearly it was the alcohol talking, but they all climbed out and entered the club.
Three women walking into a strip joint was not a usual sight, so many heads turned as they entered. The ladies sat down at a table and a very busty waitress took their order. "Oh sure they're big," said Monica, "but they're store bought." with that, Monica lifted her top and unclasped her bra. Her tits spilled out and she shook them from side-to-side. "Hey boys, here's some real tits for you." Wendy and Sandy doubled over laughing. They couldn't believe Monica had just done that. Monica definitely needed to get out more often!
The club patrons whistled in appreciation. Along with a lot of hoots and hollers, men were calling out for Monica to get on stage. And to their amazement, she did just that. The dancer who had been up there didn't know quite what to do, but she just stepped aside as Monica climbed up and began to shake her booty. Monica finished removing her top and yelled to the crowed, "how do you like these 40 year old bazookas boys!" She grabbed her tits firmly in her hand and pretended like they were guns shooting bullets at al of the men in the crowd. Then Monica unzipped her skirt and let it fall. This left her in only panties and heels. Men were throwing dollar bills at her and begging for a lap dance. Monica loved the attention and just kept giving them more. She leaned over one man so he could bury his face in her tits and another was treated to a leg over his shoulder and a quick peak at her now very wet pussy. Monica even slid her finger in and then let the man smell her pungent aroma. She gyrated her hips to the music and ran her hands all over her body, pretending as if she were pleasuring herself. The crowd was going wild.
