"Shucks. I was kinda looking forward to getting another shot. Oh well." She sighed softly as she turned and looped her arm in mine, turning me toward the building. "Let's go."
The music practically assaulted us as we opened the glass doors to the club, compared to the practically silent cold night. I wasn't exactly a club person, but I guess I expected more than a woman sitting behind a cash register. "I need to see an ID on both of you and the cover is twelve," she said almost as if she really didn't care if she were there or not.
Cindy dug in her purse and laid down twenty-five in cash on the counter and then pulled out her driver's license. "Come on. Cough up your ID," she said with a hint of irritation in her voice.
"Yeah, fine," I said with a soft shake of my head. I pulled my wallet out and let the young lady scan my license on her little machine and then hand it back to me.
"Enjoy your time," she said as Cindy looped her arm in mine and pulled me towards the next set of glass doors.
If I thought that the music was loud when we walked in, it was even more so when we opened the second set of glass doors to enter the club proper. I doubted one could carry on much of a conversation and we weren't even into the club proper, still in the walled entry way. We stepped around the corner of the wall into the huge open room of the club. Like I would expect most clubs to have, there was a large bar along one wall. There were small tables with multiple chairs around them arrayed around the club, though all of these circling a large main central stage. A stage with no less than three chrome posts running from the stage floor up to the dark ceiling, each a couple inches in diameter, with a completely naked and VERY good looking young woman gyrating from pole to pole.
"A strip club? Seriously?" I practically shouted to Cindy as I stood frozen in my tracks.
She looked back at me and smiled. "Sure, why not? I mean you're not afraid to look at some sexy women are you? It's not like this is a brothel or anything."
"Cindy! You really want to be here?"
She grinned and dug into her little purse and pulled out a modest sized stack of singles. "We ain't going home until you've stuffed this entire pile of ones into G-strings, or wherever it is they have to tuck it in."
"Seriously Cindy? This is your idea of how to get me dating again?"
"Who said anything about dating? This is just plain lookin' and getting horny! You can't tell me that that young lady up there isn't getting you turned on, because I can tell it is!" she answered, stepping toward me and reaching out to stroke the hard bulge in my pants.
"CINDY!" I hissed loudly, reaching down to pull her hand away from my crotch. "Seriously?"
"Hell Scott. Why shouldn't I give it a little feel? Just because we're in a strip club doesn't mean that I can't enjoy a little fun too, right?"
"Why would you want to bring me to a strip club anyway?" I asked loudly.
She undid her coat and slipped it off, hooking it over one arm before turning to loop her other arm in mine. Without any kind of an answer, she walked us through the collected tables to the edge of the stage and dropped her coat into one of the empty chairs. "Take your coat off and stay a while!" she said over the music, taking one of the singles from the pile she had, waving it at the woman on the stage. She sat down in the chair as the young woman, maybe mid-twenties or so, gyrated her way over, her bare ass and pussy pushing out at me in the dim light. She pushed her knees apart, letting her motion spread her full round shaved lips, her pink inner lips peeking out at me as she bobbed her ass up and down in front of me. After a minute or so she rolled over onto her ass, lifted both legs and spread them wide, letting me see her sexy little pussy from the other direction, looking more than good enough to eat.
Cindy tossed the bill out onto the stage for her and looked up at me, grinning. "You can't tell me that doesn't do anything for you!"
"Yeah. Okay!" I agreed as the song came to an end, the woman rolling to her knees. She blew me a kiss and then got to her feet, walking across the stage to where she'd dropped whatever she had started out wearing, and then walked off the stage. I frowned at my sister-in-law and took my coat off, tossing it on top of hers before sitting down next to her. The next dancer had already started her routine, moving around the stage to give each of the half dozen guys around the stage a look. There weren't really that many people in the club, maybe a couple dozen that weren't part of the club staff. It was quite clearly a slow night.
The tall blonde, wearing a tiny bikini, sashayed her way around from pole to pole, bending and twisting and pushing her assets out at us with each new twist or turn. Cindy held up a single and the woman made her way over to us, leaning over the edge of the stage so that Cindy could easily slip the single into the strap of her top. The blonde grinned down at her, and pulled the single out, tucking it instead into the string of the tiny bikini bottom. She pushed herself back on her legs, kneeling upright in front of us and then slowly, teasingly, pulling the strings of the top and slipping it off in front of us. She reached out and dangled the strings down across my face and head before pulling it up and tossing it behind her onto the stage. Cindy stuffed a single into my hand as the blonde turned around to push her ass out at me, looking back at me over her shoulder. I reached up and carefully pulled the string on her hip out away from her body and tucked the single into the gap before letting it gently snap back against her, trapping the bill.
Cindy passed me another bill, which I held up for the blonde to see. She grinned at me and turned the other hip, allowing me to repeat the procedure, my fingers gently brushing her hip as I grasped the string. With both bills now safely tucked into the strings of her suit, she pushed herself up and danced her way around the stage, looking for additional tips. She'd never get rich on the singles she collected on stage, but then they weren't intended for that. They were merely to show appreciation for her dancing, or stripping, as the case may be.
She made her way back around to us, having collected one or two more bills, and knelt down in front of me with her knees pushed wide apart, the tiny bikini barely covering her mound or full fat pussy lips. She reached to the bills trapped in the strings of her bikini bottom and pulled them out, tossing them behind her. Still kneeling with her legs pushed apart, she leaned toward me, reaching down to rest one hand on the back of the chair I was sitting in, her big creamy tits and hard nipples hanging inches from my face. With her free hand, she reached down and found one of mine, slowly guiding it up to her hip, coaxing me to pull the string and untie the bow.
I gripped the end of the string with my finger and slowly pulled, watching the loops of the bow slowly disappear. She switched hands on the back of my chair and while I was still pulling one string, she tugged the other so that as I reached the end of my pull I was sliding the silky black material from between her legs, exposing her bare pussy.
She reached for the bikini bottom and gently took it from me, tossing it behind her before once again pushing herself back onto the stage. She scooted her knees right to the edge of the stage, her pussy as close to me as she could get while facing me and arched her back, leaning back and lifting her butt off her feet to push her now exposed pussy at me. Her smooth shaved lips were full and round, only little bits of pink inner lip pushing out at me invitingly. Yeah, it was one hell of a view as she slowly rocked her hips up and down, giving me an incredible view of her sweet young parts. I was actually disappointed when the song ended and she pushed away from the edge of the stage. She gave me a little wink as she stood, bent at the waist, again showing me her pussy, though from another angle, as she picked up her money and bikini.
The next young lady, a brunette with short cropped hair and small little tits, wearing nothing but a chopped up t-shirt, was busy doing her number on stage when the blonde came up to us, wearing a long semi-see through black robe, with nothing on under it.
"Hi," she said over the loud music. "Can I join you?"
"Sure!" Cindy answered, pushing her chair back from me enough to make room for the young woman to pull another chair in and sit.
"My name is Diane," she said with a grin. "Are you having a good time?"
"We are!" Cindy answered with a smile. "This is Scott. I'm trying to give him a good start to the New Year."
"Really? Well, this is a good way to do it," Diane answered back.
"I thought so," Cindy answered her. "But he's kinda a stick in the mud. You have to practically drag him around."
"Oh really?" she asked, looking from Cindy back to me. "I thought you were enjoying how I looked."
"I was. I am," I answered.
"If you wanna get a nice private look, we can go into the back and I can give you a private dance."
"Oh?"
"Uh huh. Three songs for sixty," she said with a grin. "That's a good deal isn't it?"
This was where the girls made their real money, private dances. I hadn't ever been in this club but they all had their booths with a variety of rules. Usually only touching in certain places with the dancer not allowed to do anything sexual to the customer at all. It seemed to me to be a lot of money to watch a woman grind herself on your lap while you're still dressed, even if she was a damn good looking woman.
