The summer progressed with sunny days and warm balmy evenings. I was invited to attend a conference in Barnis a small town about an hour's drive from where I lived. As the subject interested me I decided to go.
I had another reason for going though, as someone I knew years ago at Uni had sent me a letter some time ago from Barnis inviting me, if I was ever passing, to call in and catch up.
Nick was an interesting man. He had been sent down from Uni for taking nude photographs of drunken naked girls. Apparently one had been just conscious enough to know what was going on and reported him to the authorities. There was a bit of a stink and although it was not taken to the police, he was "asked" to leave. Of course in those days I was comparatively innocent in the pursuit of sexual gratification. It was only after I left medical school did I realize the potential and joys of being a perverted gynecologist!
I had for some time thought of calling, as our interests were obviously close, so on impulse with the unlikely expectation of finding him still at Barnis I phoned. Lo and behold he was still there. After a short stumbling conversation he suggested that as I was coming to the town, why didn't I come to his club in the evening. I said I would like that and we arranged that I would be there at eight o'clock for drinks and something to eat. The club was called "Starkers", an unusual name.
The conference was excellent and it was in good spirits that I prepared for the evening. As I was unsure of the location of neither the club nor whether I would be able to drive back to the hotel, I called a taxi.
I must admit I wondered at the strange look I was given by the woman cab driver, but I was soon to discover why she did. Starkers was set in the lower end of the town, small door stood open under a flashing neon light in the outline of a girl, obviously naked with the word starkers also in neon letters underneath. I must admit my curiosity was whetted. There were several men standing outside and I could hear the sound of music filtering out into the night. One of the men nodded to me as I entered.
"Excuse me I am looking for Nick, he is expecting me."
"Sure you must be the doc, is that right?"
I laughed.
"I suppose you could call me that, yes."
"Right follow me."
We entered the foyer, which had a cloakroom on the left, a door marked toilets on the right, and a large double door immediately in front. As we pushed through the sound increased, but it was not unpleasant, rather soft and silky. The room was large with pools of light comfortable lounges around small tables and a bar, but what struck me immediately were the waitresses who were carrying glasses, they were bare breasted! In fact as I looked closer I realized all they were wearing was a tiny flimsy lace apron, and so were also bare bummed, giving double the pleasure.
"Ah this looks promising."
"First time is it doc?"
"That's right, and hopefully not my last!"
We both laughed as we past a lovely young girl with pert young breasts carrying a tray of empties. I looked around as we crossed the floor, the place was quite busy with maybe 60 or 70 people either standing at the long bar or sitting around the edge of the room, at tables. The light was subdued but not enough to hide the wonderful attributes of the staff!
I man rose out from one of the tables and came towards us.
"Peri, what a pleasure, please come over, thank you Jack."
Jack said good bye and left. We sat down.
"Peri what a surprise, you are looking well, doctoring is obviously good for you."
"Certainly the money is."
We chuckled.
"And you, what's all this."
I swept my arm across the room.
"You didn't tell me you owned a club, and a very unusual one at that. I see your tastes have not changed."
"Definitely not Peri, leaving Uni was the best thing I could have done."
He waved to one of the waitresses, a blonde, who came over.
"What would you like?"
I stared at the young girl's naked breasts as they swayed in front of me not more than half a metre away, the nipples small and neat.
"Oh er Scotch and ice thank you."
"Make that two Sandy."
The girl smiled and walked away. We both watched her naked back as she made her way through the crowd. I notice they all stared at her as she passed.
"Isn't she lovely, and there are more."
"You lucky devil, don't you get tired of ogling them?"
"Never!"
We talked and our histories came out, mine fairly mundane, but his was interesting. He had inherited the club from an uncle. It was fairly run down, but with a lick of paint and a change of emphasis it has blossomed and was now making him a fortune.
Drinks came and went.
As we talked I took more of the club in. The T shaped bar I realized was not all bar but had a long podium extending from the center with the center slightly sunken, drinkers sat on stools and leaned over, from both sides. It must have been about a metre and a half wide and started from the center of the main bar to extend about 10 metres into the room.
"My curiosity got the better of me.
"The central bit what is is for?"
"Ah well that's kept for Friday and Saturday nights. Those are special nights, when we have girls dancing on it, you know."
"What strippers?"
"Well not really, they don't strip, they are starkers. It's how I came up with the name."
"Naked? I'm amazed, I thought those sorts of displays were not allowed."
"Well it depends on who you know! We found a loophole. The law says girls aren't allowed to strip or take off their clothes in a public place, so we have them doing that. Here they are already naked. And that makes all the difference in the eyes of the law, and so far nobody has repealed the regulation. Of course we have a special arrangements with the local judge, mayor and councillors."
He winked.
"Sometimes they are not completely naked, but the important bits are, and I really couldn't call the club, Cunt and Tits could I?"
We laughed.
"They always wear at least a garter though."
"Why a garter?"
