All characters appearing or mentioned in this story are 18 years old or older. This story is a work of fiction and any reference or description to actual persons is unintentional.
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March 1999
If life has taught me anything so far, it's that you need to know your limits. I, being so young, of course thought I had no limits. I had fucked all day and was still raring to go. At least, that was what my brain was saying to me.
However, once I bid Tiffany and Jenny a fond farewell just after dusk, I went to check into my hotel in San Diego. Once I got into the room, I felt very tired and laid down for just a minute.
That minute turned into 11 hours. I woke up feeling like I had a hangover until I realized I was badly dehydrated and needing food. It was just after 7am when I strolled down to the hotels breakfast buffet and dug in for the next hour. Afterwards, I felt much, much better.
The waves were still up so I did some surfing for a few hours, and then some skating at some local spots just filling the day with activities. Min wasn't working until 10pm that night so I had time to kill.
After a light dinner and some more people watching at the beach, the night started to approach so I went to the hotel to change. I showered and combed my hair for once, slicking it back in order to look more upscale.
I brought my one other good suit with me because I wanted to impress. Thanks to Kelly, whom helped me get a nice blue suit, some more shirts and other bits, I looked quite fashionable in my suit pants and jacket, with crisp white shirt and no tie. 'Business casual' was what she said I needed. Checking myself in the mirror before, I didn't disagree. Looking at myself after, I felt very handsome and even more confident.
Before leaving, I called the club and made two requests. The voice on the other end quoted a price that would have been astronomical to me a few months ago, but now I said, with all the grace I could must, "Oh is that all? Thats fine. Heres my card number."
I could almost hear the persons eyes cartoonishly turn into gold coins over the phone.
Rolling up to the club, it was quite the nice establishment. Local reviews put this as the best erotica joint in all of southern California. Seeing the place, I could not disagree.
The parking lot was huge, but the building was two large levels with a nice, business like architecture. It could have been an office building were it not for the pink neon signs in the windows and thumping music coming from the doors.
I parked the green goblin and strolled (yes, strolled) up to the door. The bouncer was an enormous gentleman who simply said, "Name?".
"Paul," I told him. He checked his clipboard, looked at me, and then smiled his nicest, most horrifying smile.
"Welcome to Club Platinum, sir. The hostess will show you to the room."
"Thanks bub," I said, shaking his hand and slipping him a $20 bill.
A woman appeared just as I stepped inside. "Greetings sir, I'm Jasmine. I'll be tending to you this evening. Please follow me."
Following was easy. The woman was tall, at least 6ft, tanned body, long straight dark hair, and a sharply beautiful face.
Also, she was wearing a bright pink g-string, a ridiculously short plaid skirt, a collar and tie chocker around her neck, high heels, and a warm smile. Her proudly naked torso had C-cup breasts that swayed artfully back and forth as she walked. Following her, I could see the sides of her breasts from behind her, which was fascinating. Her tight, perky ass didn't bounce at all as she walked, and she walked with a comfort and confidence that made her even more attractive.
Going through the dimly lit first floor, we passed by the tables were many gentleman were seated watching the girls on the poles on the brightly lit stages. Some women were sitting at tables with groups of men, wearing much the same as Jasmine was wearing; plaid skirts that no respectable school would allow and lots of pig tails and pony tails. Waitresses walked around and through all of them, clad in silver mini-skirts and tiny waist aprons, with bright silver pasties over their nipples. Glancing closely at a waitress as we passed by her, I could see that the club logo was emblazoned on the pasties.
Jasmine lead me up some stairs to a much dimmer area and into a room that had a double door. She opened both doors and walked inside. The room itself was spacious, with slightly less dim lighting than the hallway. There were 3 couches in the middle surrounding a short stage platform and a pole. There were other couches against the walls and curtains that were currently pulled back. My hostess, standing politely with her hands behind her back, caught me glancing around the room.
"We don't get many who want a private room just for themselves. This room typically has groups of customers, and sometimes 4 to 5 dancers, who have spaces on the sides for private dances.
"I understand that you specifically requested Koko Kumari for the entire evening. Shall I bring you up any refreshments while she finishes getting ready?"
"Yes, please," I said, trying to sound cool and collected. Naked women still had the disastrous effect of making me forget things. Like my name, or how to form words.
"Your best red wine will be fine I think," I told her. I produced another $100 bill and walked towards her. I looked her up and down, taking in the fine features she had on display. "Will this cover it?"
"I think that will cover it," she said, smiling out of the corner of her mouth. She pulled the side of her g-string away from her hip. "You can just slide that in here," she said.
I carefully placed the bill against her skin before she let the string go with a snap. "I'll bring your refreshments shortly. Koko should be up any moment."
With that she sauntered out, brushing more than a little close to me on her way past, closing both doors behind her.
I sat on the couch facing the pole. Glancing around, the room was well appointed and look very fancy. If the pole and stage lights weren't in the center of the room, you could almost mistake it for a formal hotel sitting area.
A knock on the door caught my attention as Min walked in. "Hi, glad you could come," she said brightly. She walked over as I stood and hugged me tightly. She was also wearing a plaid skirt and a waist exposing white button up shirt that exposed the awesome cleavage of her C-cup breasts. She had on dark red lipstick, her normally shoulder length black hair was up in buns, and the same high heels as most of the dancers I'd seen. All in all, she was the epitome of a naughty school girl.
"Wow," I said, leering (yes, leering is the only description for what I did) at her. "Is there a dress code here or something, cause you aren't the only school girl in this place it seems."
"Its 'Back to school' night," she explained. "We do themes every week. Last week it was a jungle, Tarzan type thing. We've also done western nights, medieval nights, you name a cliche we've done it."
Thinking I might need to come back for medieval night to snag myself a wench, I brought myself back to the now.
"So," Min said, taking a seat on the couch and glancing around, "I don't think I've ever actually been in this room. It's normally for large groups. And its murder to try to be one of the girls to get up here."
"It's not assigned or anything," I asked.
"Oh, not at all," Min said, laughing lightly. "The groups have requests, just like anyone. Some want all asian girls, some want only tall women, some want only big tits. It's up to the customer."
