Someday I am going to learn that making a bet with my girlfriend Beth is a lost cause. Not only do I usually lose, but also the stakes never seem to be what I thought they were. Not that she is dishonest; it’s more like she’s unexpected. If she says we are going fishing, I expect to sitting on a lake or river trying to catch lunch. She would be driving me to the coast to catch a ride on a charter and we get to spend the day after some game fish. She did that once. We showed up dockside in bikinis and got a free hundred dollar-fishing trip. Outrageous!
See what I mean? One of the things I love about her is her imagination, her spontaneity, and her insanity. We balance each other well, I am more down-to-earth and she is in the clouds. Opposites do attract--we are the proof!
As I walked into the club, I wondered for about the 1000th time what the hell I was doing there. Yes, I know Beth won the bet, like normal. I agreed to go clubbing with her, as my loss. But I figured we were going clubbing--you know, some dancing, a little drinking, and like usual we end up in bed together and have a terrific time. Why in the hell was she taking me to a strip club? Two women would stand out in a crowd of horny men like a 6-foot redheaded female in Japan.
Beth is my girlfriend, for the past 2 years. She is quite a bit taller than I am, almost 5'11, slender, dark hair and dark eyes. Athletic, artistic, and an IQ in the 180's. My name is Tracey, I am shorter, closer to 5'3", also slender and athletic, but the less said about my IQ the better. We met working out at a gym. She was taking a martial arts course and needed a sparring partner. Because of her height and condition, she was pretty intimidating for the other girls. The teacher asked me to just spar with her for practice, since my skills were more advanced. I was so taken with her the first time we met, that she damn near kicked my ass. I fell in love at the same moment I know weird, but that's us.
So one of our routines is betting on lots of stuff. This time it was a Jenn Capriati tennis match that she shouldn't have lost! As soon as Beth mentioned bet I should have known better. I should just admit defeat, and not bother betting, but I lost the bet and had to go clubbing. Clubbing isn't one of my favorite things. Crowded clubs, full of dead from the neck up guys who drool. Beth really loves to dance so we go clubbing more often than I like, but then she runs on the hiking trails with me, which isn’t her favorite pastime.
But a Strip Club! The garish signs out front called this a Gentlemen's Club, yea right. A little blood in the penis and the idea of being gentlemen goes out the window. It's not that I hate guys, but I got real tired of their petty emotional games long before I met Beth.
The club had a stupid name, but I guess the neighborhood might hate it being called Strippers-R-Us. She tugged me in and the bouncer, or door attendant, let us in without a cover. I guess women are welcome, but I would have been shocked to see to many of us. The place wasn't crowded, it was early, but except for the waitresses and a couple of dancers in robes talking to customers, we were the only women in the place.
Knowing my nature, Beth picked a booth along one wall. The club was kinda interesting. Tons of wood decor, it was actually nicer than I expected. There was a long dance area, raised, like a modeling runway. It was slightly wider and rounded at the end that stuck out almost to the center of the room. Around most of the raised dance area was a huge horseshoe-shaped bar. I thought that was pretty smart, a buffer area between the dancers and the customers. There were two areas where people could get right next to the stage, but they were roped off. There were two pools tables in one area and a line of 6-person booths along each wall running parallel to the dance floor. To one side of the back, on the left of the bar, was what had to be the 'private' dance area. There was a door and a huge bouncer standing there. The other side must be the dressing area. I saw a beautiful brunette coming out and heading behind the bar, apparently to dance.
The waitress, a very cute 19 or 20 year old, with a real perky personality came by quickly and took our order. "Hi Ladies, we are still at happy hour so everything is half-off." She leaned over giving us a clear view of her very perky little titties. "Well the drinks and food anyway. Plus . . .” She lowered her voice. "If you order everything now I can keep it at half price and just deliver it to your table as you need it."
That was nice of her. Beth decided tonight was a real party night. She ordered two different sets of appetizers, and 8 drinks apiece. I looked at her like she was crazy, but she said it would still be cheaper than ordering fewer drinks later, even if we didn’t drink them all. I consented and the waitress bent over our table writing it all down. "My name is Bethany and if either of you need anything, please just look for me. I'll be looking for you, that's for sure!"
Beth smiled and introduced us. She shook our hands; her hands were tiny, but so soft! I think she hung onto our hands longer than necessary, but it was a nice touch.
"So what do you think?"
"It's better than I dreaded. Can we leave yet?"
"You haven't even seen your first dance yet. You can be such a spoilsport. Besides, we have drinks and munchies coming. Just relax and have a good time." She pulled me closer and kept one arm around me as we both watched the brunette ascend up to the dance area. She was tall, but not as tall as Beth. She was also stacked! Those had to be fakes; there was very little jiggle as she went up the stairs. Her make-up was perfect; almost a cat-like expression and it suited her attire nicely. A slow song started. Oh god, what was that song? I turned to Beth, my musical encyclopedia.
Without having to ask she said, "Memories." It was from the Broadway musical 'Cats'. Surprising music for a strip, but it is a great song."
The music was a little more lively arrangement than I remembered from the play, but the brunette used it well, with slow, long movements around the stage, showing off her long legs. It was funny, the stripping seemed appropriate and after several minutes she was down to a simple thong. The music shifted into something more athletic, I didn't recognize it, but Beth did. She was singing in a low voice, her breath across my hair as I stayed next to her.
Bethany came back with our drinks and a nice selection of munchies. "I took the liberty of giving you a sampler plate. It has everything you wanted and a few other things. Plus it was even cheaper. I hope you don't mind." We both thanked her for her thoughtfulness. Boldly she knelt on the cushion of our booth and picked up a nacho and fed it to Beth. I was surprised, but Beth didn't seem to be. Bethany got her fingers licked and she smiled. "I love it when women come into the club, it doesn't happen often enough." Her face was a little red, maybe a slight blush, but the tips of her small breasts were hard as rock. She came to my side of the booth and fed me a nacho as well. She leaned against me for one quick moment and she smelled of a nice perfume. Beth's hand squeezed around my waist; giving me a message I wasn't quite sure about.
Bethany left but with a beautiful smile for us both. "I think she likes you."
"Beth, I think she likes both of us."
"You aren't annoyed?"
"How silly do you think I am? She can flirt all she wants. I know where I am sleeping tonight." I hugged her and kissed her. She smiled, but there was something wrong. The smile held a secret, or a promise that I didn't understand.
We watched the brunette, introduced as Joy, finish a very athletic routine, and adding some very sexy moves. The guys around the bar were tossing crumpled bills on the stage. They weren't rowdy, but appreciative. This wasn't turning out as bad as I thought.
An hour later, and two more drinks complete with soft touches by our waitress, we could see Joy working her way around the room. Chatting with people while a much less talented dancer worked feverishly on the stage. Bethany brought her to our table and she sat down beside me. "Hi, I'm Joy. I hope you are having a good time." She shook our hands and Beth offered her a drink. She smiled a wide smile and accepted. Bethany ran off the get it.
"Your dancing was excellent! Sexy and athletic, very smooth!'
"I'm glad you liked it. It's fun to do and I had special incentive today."
"Really what?"
Joy looked me in the eye and said, "You two."
