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Sara stepped out of the cab into the cool spring air. The ride had cost her thirty dollars, a hefty chunk of the two hundred she had started out with. She had planned on an expensive evening but she had hoped she wouldn’t have had to spend it on transportation. Across the street from where the cab had dropped her off stood a large building. The sun had not quite set so she could clearly see that it fit in with the industrial buildings in the area. Except for the large lighted sign on the roof which advertised the night club’s name: The Extasy Club.
She walked across the street, taking careful steps. She didn’t usually wear high heels and she did not want to stumble. She wore a simple white blouse and a knee length dark skirt. As she approached the building she felt a little nervous. Built of plain concrete block the entire side was broken by only a single door. There was a cluster of cars around the door and while she was walking towards the door a man exited the building and headed towards one of the cars. He didn’t glance in her direction.
She arrived at the door, which was worn and battered. Only a sign indicating that a person had to be eighteen to enter marked it. Her mouth dry with excitement she grabbed the handle, pulled the door open and entered the dim hallway behind it.
The hallway was painted in a dark shade of red, although the paint was scuffed and peeling. Bare light bulbs lit the way to a doorway through which she could hear music playing. The lights on the other side of the doorway pulsated with the thumping bass notes as she got closer to the doorway.
At the door were two men. One was young and muscular, wearing black jeans and a T-shirt. He leaned against the frame of the door. The other man, seated at a small table was much older and wore a rather shabby suitcoat. She could feel them watching her as she made her way down the hallway in her unfamiliar shoes.
“You her to se Ernie miss?” asked the older man at the desk. “About the job?”
Sara wondered for a moment who Ernie was. She fought a sudden desire to suddenly say that she had made a mistake, turn around and leave. No she thought to herself. I’m going to get what I came for.
“No, I’m here to see the show” she declared, perhaps a bit too firmly.
“Zat so” he replied. He paused and looked at her. He looked up at the bouncer who was still leaning against the doorframe, unabashedly staring at Sara. “Five dollar cover after six o’clock”
Sara bit her lower lip. She could see the oversized digital watch on his wrist. She clearly saw the numbers indicating five-fiifty-two. Rather than argue she opened her purse and found a five. She thrust it out toward him. The man in the T-shirt grinned. “enjoy the show” he leered as she walked past him into the darkend area beyond.
Once inside Sara paused to get her bearings. As she moved into the room she could see a stage in the centre of the room. Along the wall to her left stretched the bar and she could see a number of men and women seated at the bar, mostly in couples. One man sat at the bar alone and he raised his head as she walked in. Most of the tables were empty, all though there was a group of four college boys seated at one, pitcher of beer between them. She moved towards a table at the other side of the room, a few rows from the stage and took a seat. She was aware that a number of people were watching here as she sat down. She hung her raincoat on the back of her chair.
A waitress wearing a black leotard came and asked her if she wanted anything to drink. Sara ordered a rye and soda and the waitress left. She looked around the room nervously. She was painfully aware that she was the only woman here who was not an employee of the club and that everyone must be wondering what she was doing there. She stared at the table not sure where she should look next.
The lights flashed on the stage. A deep male voice came over the PA system asking that everyone give a big welcome to the next dancer. No one clapped or even moved. A song started playing and after about twenty seconds a woman appeared and took the too small steps up to the stage.
The woman on stage had blonde hair that flowed down to the middle of her back and she wore a short, tight dress. Sara watched her as she walked around the stage, not dancing really, just moving. Sara found herself staring at this woman as she moved.
The waitress returned. She asked for eight dollars. ‘shit’ thought Sara ‘at this rate my money will be gone before I get to the good stuff’. çankaya escort She passed the waitress a twenty and gave her a two dollar tip when she handed back the change. She took it without a word.
Sara returned to looking at the woman on stage. She had looked at women before but always in a furtive way, afraid of being caught staring. Here she knew it was all right to look, that was why she had come. She had come to the bar to look at women. A wave of excitement ran through her body at the thought. She knew that she had thoughts about women, and had looked at their pictures. She wasn’t gay though she definitely liked men. But this was new, a forbidden thrill.
And now knowing that she was definitely straight was paying money to see a woman take off her clothes in a sleazy strip bar. The woman on stage had allowed her dress to ride up over her hips and slide down off her breasts so that it was just a band of material around her waist. Sara was mentally comparing the woman’s breasts to her own and realized that her own were much larger. . She took another sip of her drink.
The woman on stage had moved onto the floor and was now lying down and spreading her legs in the air. A single man seated at the stage side seats seemed to be interested in the closeup view. Sara found herself wanting to look over the man’s shoulder so she could have a better view. She settled on simply concentrating from where she sat. She knew that these were the better seats. The music ended abruptly and there was a small smattering of applause. The woman stood up, adjusted her dress and walked off the stage.
As the songs changed there would sometimes be a bit of activity in the room, women who had been sitting with men who get up and start to walk around, then sit down with another. Sara saw a woman, a brunette dressed in a mini skirt and a tube top walking toward her.
“May I join you? the woman asked. “My name is Andrea”
Sara stuttered a bit and told the woman her own name. They talked for a few minutes, the woman asking if it was Sara’s first time at a club and so on, Sara blurting out one word answers. The woman was so gorgeous in her supertight outfit and she was sitting there talking just to her. Sara could see the shape of her breasts under the top and could feel the lust growing in her as she looked at her legs crossed in front of her.
Suddenly the woman leaned forward towards Sara and said in a hushed voice: “Would you like a private dance?”
Sara knew that this moment would come and had steeled herself to give the right answer. She knew that not all dancers would dance for a woman, and she couldn’t take the chance that this dancer was the only one who would. “yes please” she said in a quiet voice. “I would like three dances”.
She had been told that a dancer would only make the right moves if she got at least three dances and she knew a dance cost twenty dollars. She quickly took sixty dollars out of her purse and laid it on the table. The music started again.
As soon as the music started Andrea removed both her top and her skirt. She wore no underwear. She swayed rhythmically at Sara’s feet and Sara felt a wave of excitement sweep over her. Andreas breasts were large and round and there were tan marks on her body. Her pubic hair had been trimmed to a neat vertical strip. She moved closer to Sara, bending over her. Sara looked up and Andrea’s shoulder length hair brushed across her face. She could smell the dancer’s perfume, strong and sweet. Sara tilted her head back and felt herself slumping in the chair. As she slumped Andrea bent lower and Sara could feel her breath on her face.
Sara felt something between her knees. It was Andrea’s leg. At first she hesitated. Her panties were already damp. Would Andrea notice? Would she even go that far? She let her legs slip apart. Andrea’s knee forced them further apart and her leg slid up Sarah’s thigh pushing her skirt with it. She did not stop until she felt her knew firmly in Sarah’s crotch, which Andrea noted was already damp. Sara let out a little gasp as the dancer’s knee contacted her pubic region. Her hand touched Sarah’s stomach and pushed up towards her breasts. Sara grabbed the arms of the chair feeling her body’s arousal take over. She wanted this woman to do anything to her, to take control, to use her in any way possible. The pressure between her legs grew and Andrea nudged her gentled. By now she was actively caressing Sara’s breasts, leaning close to keçiören escort her so that the activity was not obvious to the eyes that were watching them. Sara was aware of them, especially the college boys who had stopped drinking and were gawking open mouthed at the spectacle that was occurring just a few tables away. Sara didn’t care this woman was doing things to here that no man ever had. Her hands felt so good. And her knee. Oh God her knee. She wanted to pull Andrea onto to her, to embrace and fell her body next to her. But she remembered the rules, she was not allowed to actively touch the dancer and she continued to grip the arms of the chair. Andrea secretly smiled as she realized Sarah’s discomfort and nudged her knee into her crotch again. It was once thing to do this sort of a tease on a man but she had only rarely done it on a woman. It was the part of her job she enjoyed that she could tease her customers mercilessly then leave them begging for more.
The song ended abruptly. Andrea stood up, swept up the money from the table and grabbed her clothing. She didn’t even bother to dress in front of Sara, she walked away holding her clothes, and Sara watched her ass sway as it moved into the dark of the club. She suddenly felt everyone staring at her and straightened up in the chair, adjusting her blouse and her skirt. She wiped her mouth with her hand and finished her drink in one single gulp. Wow. That was what she had come for. Another dancer took to the stage, Sara was grateful that the room was distracted from her. The waitress returned and she ordered another drink.
Sara has a sudden urge to urinate and got up and moved quickly towards the ladies room. It was located near the entrance of the club. She entered the washroom and was met by a harsh fluorescent lit space filled with the smell of disinfectant. There were two stalls, neither of which had doors. Wondering if the dancers had their own separate facility Sara squatted on the toilet peeing as fast as she could. On the wall opposite was a single sink, with a broken mirror. In the space next to it, where another sink and mirror might have been place someone had scrawled, in large letters ‘Fuck you Ernie’. The writing appeared to have been done with lipstick. Sara remembered the man’s words when she had first come in and thought that Ernie was likely not held in very high regard by the girls at the club. She stood up, pulled up her panties and smoothed down her skirt. She washed her hands in cold water, there was no hot, and dried them on some paper towels. She was about to leave and paused. Her hand went to her blouse. She thought for a moment. Stepping back into the relative privacy of the cubicle she unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it off her shoulders. Her heart started beating faster as she unsnapped her bra, pulled it off and quickly put her blouse back on. She buttoned up and put her bra in her purse. Looking in the mirror she thought that most people would be able to see the difference, at leas not in the dark of the club. Now, she thought, I can really enjoy my next private dance.
The door to the washroom slammed shut. Three women stood there, all of them obviously dancers. Andrea, the one who had danced for Sara stood at the rear, leaning against the door. The first woman, a bleached blonde wearing a pair of tight jeans and a black bra and displaying numerous tattoos on her arms looked at Sara. The second women, a girl really had short hair and wore a dirty white slip and nothing else, not even shoes. She had something in her hands but Sara could not tell what.. The blonde woman spoke.
“Andrea here tells me you were looking for a good time My name is Amy, This little darling here” she said indicating the small girl,” is Cyndi..”
Sara gulped. “Andrea danced very well”
“Maybe what Andrea didn’t tell you was that we can provide some extra service?”
Now Sara was worried. She had heard about the back rooms here and had come prepared for anything like that.At least she didn’t think so. “Extra service?” she asked trying to buy some time. “no I…I dont think I’m interested.
Amy opened her mouth and laughed, revealing a studded tongue. “It doesn’t matter whether you’re interested or not bitch cause we are” She took a step towards Sara. Behind her Andrea snapped the bolt on the door, locking it. Cyndi didn’t move her eyes downcast. Amy moved closer to Sara who was rooted to the spot. “See Andrea checks out all the female types who come into the etimesgut escort club. If they pass her inspection then I get to take a look. And I like to look real close if you get my meaning.” Amy began to finger the buttons on Sara’s blouse. Sara took a step back. It was too late. Andrea had already moved behind her and grabbed her by both arms.
A wave of fear swept over Sara. What were these women going to do? She knew she was in trouble. The women’s washroom would only be infrequently used at best. No one would notice it was locked from the inside. The loud music from the club would drown out any cries for help she made. Amy was fingering the material on her blouse.
“Hmmm,” she said “no bra. Looks like you were planning on a little more action after all.” She put a hand on either side of Sara’s blouse and ripped it open, exposing her breasts. Amy smiled and put her tattooed hand on the smooth white flesh, squeezing it. Her head followed her hand and she lightly bit Sara’s nipple. Sara felt her nipples grow hard as soon as her blouse was torn open and the attention this woman gave her only added to her excitement. Andrea pulled at her blouse from behind and it came off quickly. She continued to hold her arms while Amy unzipped her skirt and pulled it off her. She pressed her nose to Hailey’s crotch.
“Mmmmmm warm and wet. You did a good job Andrea” Amy’s hands reached to Sarah’s hips and grabbed her panties pulling them down.” and look at this. Smooth pussy. Not a hair on it. Ohhhh baby you are a treat”. Amy kissed Sara’s bare pubic mound.
Sara could feel Andrea pulling her down onto the washroom floor. The floor was dirty and cold. She hated the feel of it. Andrea knelt and held Sara’s head on her knees. Cyndi came and knelt beside her.
Amy let out a low animal growl as she parted Sara’s legs. Her fingers touched Sara’s pussy and parted the lips. Sara felt her tongue snake into her vagina and could see the blonde heading bobbing as she licked her. She could feel Amy’s tongue work its way up to her clit where it teased her and tickled, then…she felt the tongue stud hit her clit with an unexpected touch and she jumped. She gasped. Amy was obviously an expert at this.
Amy grinned at Sara’s reaction. she loved the taste of pussy, especially pussy that hadn’t known the touch of a woman. She knew just how to lick, how to tease, how to touch, to make a woman come. And there was no doubt Sara was going to come. She had been aroused when she had entered the washroom, after Andrea’s dancing and Amy’s attentions were definitely going to bring her off. She felt an orgasm building in her despite the cold floor, despite the smell of Andreas perfume close to her head all she could feel was the tongue of Amy pressing ever harder on her clit.
She came in a wave, the spasm shuddering through her body. Amy pushed her thighs done and held her to the floor keeping her from bucking. Sara moaned and Andrea and Cyndi both looked on and smiled. She was panting.
“Damn your quick honey” said Amy “were not gonna need little Bubba there” she indicated Cyndi’s hands. Cyndi open her hands to display a filthy dildo. Sara gulped and was silently thankful that ‘little bubba’ was not going to see any action tonight. “Funs over girls lets get back to work. lots of horny men to entertain tonight. By the way hun thanks for the nice tip.”
Sara felt a little shock of surprise. What tip? She hadn’t offered anything although she was quite willing to. Still slightly dazed from her orgasm she realized the women were leaving the room, taking her purse and her clothes with them! “Wait” she cried “you cant……”The door slammed shut, leaving her naked on the washroom floor. Shit! She scurried into a stall and sat on the toilet wondering what to do next. If the women had treated her like that what would the men do, especially if they found her naked. How would she get home? How could she explain this to anyone. She heard the door to the washroom open. Sara sat on the toilet very scared.
A man’s voice spoke. “Sara are you OK?”
She whispered. “yes” from the stall.
A large arm reached over the edge of the stall, her raincoat gripped in its hand. She grabbed it like she was drowning and slid into it welcoming its warmth and covering. She rushed out of the cubicle to meet the man she had seen at the bar earlier.
“You did as I told you and carried nothing of value in your purse tonight?”
“Yes sir” she said. “I didn’t think they would go that far” as she held him close thankful he was their to protect her, even if it was him that had got her into this place in the first place.
“Neither did I, but its hard to tell with this bunch. You ready for some room service and a massage? I’ve got some clean clothes for you back at the hotel.”
They slipped out of the strip club and drove away into the night.
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