The fact that Bethany wanted a lap dance from a woman was much less surprising than her boyfriend, Eric, not wanting to take her to a strip club for it. Disappointed by this turn of events Bethany called me and complained about Eric’s unwillingness to give her the birthday present she wanted. I was most surprised at Eric’s reason for his refusal: he had just quit smoking and didn’t want to be dragged back into the “torturous tentacles of tobacco’s trap” as he put it. Sensing an opportunity I immediately volunteered to escort Bethany to the local gentlemen’s club and give her the birthday present of a lifetime. Overhearing our conversation Penny, my wife, demanded to know what I was up to. After explaining Bethany’s dilemma, Penny smiled and invited herself along. So much the better; now I would have two women to accompany me.
Penny is a petite blond with a confident and highly charged sex drive. Bethany, though she had been a friend for over five years, was a bit of a mystery to me. We had become acquainted at an old employer where neither of us now worked, and since we shared common interests we had often spent time with each other, singly and as couples. She and Eric had been together over ten years and neither had ever mentioned wanting to get married. They were an odd match to say the least, he was short, dark and hirsute to the point of furriness; she was tall and commanding, over six feet without shoes and simply looked strong and powerful without a need to prove it. Though I had been certain she was straight as an arrow while also open-minded, I never would have guessed her as bi or even remotely interested in women.
Penny and I picked up Bethany at her apartment. Normally we would rush in and visit a few minutes, but tonight she was excited at our promised adventure and she was waiting at the door for our arrival. Her boyfriend was no where to be seen and we figured he had found other amusements for the evening. The drive to the strip club was filled with nervous excitement. At the door we were carefully ID’ed by the bouncer and then waved inside. He did give us a lingering look, but only for a moment. A man accompanied by two attractive women into a strip club was certainly unusual, but not something the bouncer hadn’t already seen.
We went to the bar and ordered our drinks, then retired to one of the small tables far away from the crowds of drunken frat boys as well as the strange loners at the other end of the spectrum. My wife and friend watched the rotating staff of strippers on the stage for a good half hour before they finally settled on the right woman to give Bethany her lap dance. With a proffered twenty I called to our table after she finished her stage show and inquired at the price of a private lap dance. She took my money and then demanded double the same amount which I happily offered. I asked her name.
“Gia,” she answered. It was obviously a stage name. “Come back to the private room,” she told me leading me by the hand.
“No, no,” I said. “The dance is for Bethany,” I indicated by female guest. “We’re just here to watch.”
Gia hesitated for a second, then shrugged her shoulders and said okay. I admired the swaying of Gia’s rounded buttocks. On the floor and off the stage she was much shorter than our initial impression. She was practically petite. Like most of the other dancers she had larger than average tits, but not obscenely huge. Her blond hair was obviously dyed, but her skin tones indicated she was more of a light brown than a woman with black hair. It was obvious form her stage show she had shaved all her pubic hair.
When we arrived at the semi-private room, really just an alcove in the bar set off by a moveable screen, Gia placed Bethany on the chair of honor and then, without fanfare, began her routine. Penny and I stood back and watched. Gia first danced around the chair a little then quickly shimmed out of her skin tight black dress, revealing the red bra and thong we had seen earlier. She then straddled Bethany’s thighs and pressed her heavy breasts onto Bethany’s equally large chest.
“Enjoying yourself?” she asked. Bethany grinned and nodded eagerly, her long black hair bouncing in the excitement. She took Bethany’s hand and placed it on the clasp on the back of her bra. Needing no encouragement, Bethany quickly undid the snap and helped Gia out of her bra, revealing her dark nipples to us all. Gia then began grinding her hips and crotch against Bethany’s pelvis. The two women began moving in unison, Bethany obviously enjoying the ride, but there was a definite bored look on Gia’s face. I regretted paying her as much as I did, but that thought was quickly forgotten when I felt my wife’s hand on my already hard cock. She was obviously enjoying the show as much as I and Bethany.
“Want more?” Gia asked. Bethany said yes, loudly and firmly. Smiling now, Gia led Bethany’s hand to the top of the crotch of her thong and hooked Bethany’s fingers over the material. “Pull,” she ordered and Bethany pulled down on the flimsy material exposing Gia’s shaved labia, pink and pouting with and excitement her face did not show. Dropping the material to the floor Bethany place her hand over Gia’s pussy for just a moment before the dancer pushed her probing fingers away. She then danced around Bethany for a few more minutes, rubbing her tits and ass alternated against Bethany’s arms, chest and face before finally straddling the guest of honor one last time and, simulating a particularly vigorous session of sex, rubbed her pussy up and down Bethany’s body until she came. With that, the dancer picked up her tiny costume and walked out of the alcove.
Bethany couldn’t stop smiling. “Shall we go back to my place?”
After leaving the club we piled back into my car. Penny and Bethany were laughing and holding hands. They made me drive while the got into the backseat together. No matter. I angled the rearview mirror down to watch the two of them as I drove back to Bethany’s apartment. I didn’t have to wait long for Penny to start the show. “I know you’ve been waiting for this,” she said to Bethany, reached up and pulled my friend’s face down to her lips. They kissed, tentatively at first perhaps because it was Bethany’s first time at kissing a woman, and then with growing eagerness, certainly spurred on by Gia’s performance and body.
I was frustrated because I was forced to keep my eyes on the road and actually drive while they were well on their way to having full blown sex without me. While I was distracted during a lane change, Bethany called out to me, “Here, John, take this,” and tapped me on the shoulder. Absently I reached over my shoulder and took her offering. I glanced down at the fabric in my hand and realized that she had just handed me Penny’s white lace panties. I hadn’t realized they were that far along.
“She has nimble fingers,” Penny moaned from the backseat.
I stopped breathing a moment and could hear the muffled slippery clicking of Bethany’s fingers inside Penny’s pussy.
“You might as have these as well,” Penny said. I turned around a brief moment and she tossed Bethany’s tiny panties in my face. I managed to pull them away and glance down at the two pairs of undergarments now sitting in my lap on top of my erection. Bethany, it seemed, as partial to purple silk thongs. In wonderment, I speculated if she had removed them herself or had Penny’s able assistance.
“We’re almost there,” I called to them as I rounded the last turn before Bethany’s building.
