Henry led all ten of his friends into the strip club. His best friend Rob was getting married next month and as the best man it was his job to set up the bachelor party. Rob had a thing for strip clubs and strippers but swore them off after he met his fiancé, Kristy. So, Henry thought one more time to remind him of his single days would the perfect bachelor party. Now, where to take Rob and the guys to? He didn't want to take him to a trashy joint like Jezebel's Palace or The Catty Corner, he wanted to take Rob someplace that was classy, and the girls looked like they stepped out of a Playboy Centerfold. That meant only one place... Body Language. Body Language wasn't some cheap side of the road strip club, it was a true Gentlemen's Club. The girls were known for being the hottest in the city and if you wanted to get in, you had to meet the dress code: Jackets, vests, tie, in other words you had to look like a gentleman and you were ready to spend money. The drinks were all top shelf and the décor was something out of a James Bond film. He knew this was going to be an expensive night, especially if Rob's tab was going to be on him. Henry had a wad of cash and made sure the balance on his credit card was low... very low.
One thing about Body Language was the idea behind it, show... don't tell. The girls dressed in various costumes; from cheerleaders, sexy teachers or librarians, nuns, bikini girls, the list went on. Each of them knew how to use their bodies to give your night the true gentlemen's club experience. Young, flexible, gorgeous women who knew how to dance, not just sexily, but like something straight out of your dirtiest fantasies. You were coming to spend money, and they gave you quality.
They greeted you when you walked in the door with three girls, usually with DD's or bigger kneeled on a perch and waited to give you a big hug, which meant they were just high enough to wrap their arms around your head and mash your face into their cleavage. Having your face smothered by a pair of big soft titties was one hell of a greeting. The only problem was the glitter they left on your face pretty much told everyone where you'd been, especially your wife or girlfriend. They usually had one blonde, one brunette, and one redhead to give you some variety. Rob always went for redheads, something about the contrast of fiery red hair against creamy white skin always set him off.
When Rob buried his face between the redhead's tits, she shook a little and wedged his nose deeper in between them. She held him for a good ten seconds and made it hard for him to get a breath in. Henry called ahead and told the management he was bringing a bachelor party in, which meant they would get a little extra special treatment. This was only the beginning.
When she finally let Rob go, he took a deep breath in and all three girls were laughing at him. "Aww, I think I almost suffocated him on that one."
"You need to say you're sorry, Amber," the brunette said, a stunning black girl that looked something like a younger Tyra Banks.
"You're right. Here's how we say sorry at Body Language." The redhead picked up her right tit and shoved her nipple into Rob's mouth. He instinctively pursed his lips around her entire areola and started sucking. All of the guys in the bachelor party whooped and hollered and the other strippers cheered the redhead on.
Henry felt a hand on his shoulder and felt himself being pulled gently backwards. He turned around and was greeted by the brunette's big round tits coming right at his face. "You don't want to get left out, do you, baby?" Two slender arms wrapped around his head and hugged him into a pair of deliciously warm tits. There was a temptation to stay right there, but when he felt her arms let go, he knew it was time to step back.
"I could've stayed in there all night," Henry said. The heavy smell of her perfume still in his nose.
"When I come inside, find me for a dance and you just might," she said stroking his tie than running her fingers through his hair.
A waitress in a short, tight fitting black dress came up to Henry and his friends. "If you gentlemen are done with the appetizer, I can show you the main course."
Reluctantly Rob let go of the redhead's tit. "Is the left one just as good?"
"You're gonna have to come the next time you get married to find out, honey," she said as she kissed the tip of her finger and pressed it against his nose.
"Let's go Rob, the night is just starting," Henry said as he dropped some cash in the tip box on the floor in front of the girls. Rob walked away waving to the redhead who smiled and gave him a cute little finger wiggle wave back.
Henry couldn't figure out why Rob loved these places so much and came to them weekend after weekend. They were fun once in a great while with some friends if you wanted a wild night, but the fact was they were pointless. A guy walked in horny, with lots of money, and with high expectations. Later he walked out broke, just as horny, only now he was frustrated because none of his expectations were met. He always reminded himself what Chris Rock said, "No matter what a stripper says. No matter how hot she is. There is no sex in the Champagne Room."
The waitress led them past a set of burgundy velvet curtains into the actual club itself. Body Language had a main floor and a mezzanine. There were leather cushioned chairs that either surrounded the main stage, two side stages, and the main bar. The walls and tables were polished wood and accented with polished brass. Men of all ages sat around the stages and bar with their eyes glued to the dancers on stage, some of whom were performing some impressive gymnastic routines on the poles bolted to the stage floor.
Others walked the floor and tried to entice some of the men into a private dance in one of the champagne rooms. Rob dragged his feet as he stopped to stare at the performances on each stage. Henry had to keep going back for him to make sure he didn't get lost from the group. The bachelor party was brought to a more secluded area with a white leather couch that arced around in a half moon shape with three small tables for drinks in front of them. The music and the thumping bass that accompanied it created a perfect rhythm which the girls swayed their hips, shook their asses, and undulated their bodies to. In other words, they spoke with their bodies.
The waitress showed them all to their seats. "Who's the man of the hour?" she asked.
"Right here," Henry said and patted Rob's shoulder. The rest of the guys echoed Henry and gave another small cheer.
"Perfect, I'll make sure our ladies know. In the meantime, make yourselves comfortable, the entertainment is going to start soon. Is everyone drinking beer?" All of them nodded their agreement. "Alright, it'll be here waiting for you," she said and threaded her way through the other customers and girls towards the bar.
No sooner had Henry and his friends sat down when girls started stepping up to the couch. One petite girl with rich brown waterfall curls reached over the back of the large piece of furniture and put her arms around someone's neck. One tall slender honey blonde with bangs did the same but rested her chin on a broad shoulder to whisper in his ear. Another with deep copper skin and long naturally curly hair gently ran her finger down a jawline. A short curvy Latina with poker straight hair occupied one of Henry's friend's lap. The intention was all the same, make this guy think that this girl was just dying to give him a private dance.
Henry noticed some of them were hesitant because of how expensive the place looked. This didn't last long when the girls turned the charm on. One by one the guys were led off by the girl who approached them to some private dance, each girl in a different costume. Two girls, a blonde and a brunette both dressed like a sexy teacher, began to lead Rob away. Henry stopped them both before they left.
"Do not talk to this man about money. Anything he wants, you come to me and I'll take care of it."
Both girls' eyes grew as wide as poker chips. "Oh, your friend must like you," they said to rob, "because we aren't cheap."
"Be gentle with him ladies," Henry said.
