Kate and Ashley sat in the shared parking lot of two bars, trying to decide which one would be the best to pick up a man, or “the dick,” as they called him. Their indecision didn’t stem from an inability to pick someone up (they both knew it would be rather easy for them to seduce someone. All they really had to do was walk up to a man, ask, “do you want to have a threesome with us?” and that would be it) but they didn’t know what type of man they were looking for.
“What do you know about these places?” Ashley asked.
“Well, the one on the right is a sports bar. Most of the men in there will be between 21 and 35. The waitresses are young and perky and dress up in referee outfits that have tight tops and very short shorts. The place on the left I think is a strip club, but I’ve never been in there. Either way, there is going to be a lot of testosterone,” Kate said.
Ashley touched Kate’s knee, “What do you think? The guys at the strip club are obviously wanting sex, but you never know what type of guy they’ll turn out to be. I think we could find someone a little more respectful at a sports bar.”
“Why don’t we split up? Give ourselves more options,” Kate said.
“That’s a good idea,” Ashley said, “do you want to take the sports bar then?”
Normally taking the sports bar would be a condition that Kate would agree too, however, these were not normal circumstances. Her curiosity peaked every time the single black door to the strip club simply known as Pink swung open and she was momentarily able to see the dark smoky room and flashing lights of the inside. She wanted to discover everything about it. The sound, the sights, the smell, she wanted to know all about it. She wanted to know what made Pink, pink. “I want the strip club,” she said to Ashley’s surprise.
“Really? Will you be okay?”
“I’ll be fine.”
Ashley leaned in and kissed Kate on the chest, “Okay, but don’t forget about me while you’re in there.”
“I’ll call you if I find someone.”
The two of them went their separate ways. It rained just slightly and the neon lights of the two bars reflected off the parking lot asphalt like oil paintings. Outside the door, Kate heard the droll thud of the music coming from the club. A mixed aroma of perfume and cigarette smoke floated in the air, and standing at the door was a large, burley bouncer. He removed the cigarette from his mouth and tossed it on the sidewalk, “employee entrance is in the back,” he said.
“Excuse me?” Kate said.
“All the dancers are supposed to enter in the back,” he said.
Kate did a quick scan of herself. She wore the red dress from earlier, and even though it was low cut, nothing about it yelled stripper. Then she noticed the cold weather had hardened her nipples, and with no bra to cover them, they protruded through her dress and were hard to ignore. “Oh, I’m not a stripper, I just wanted to go in for a quick drink,” she said.
The eyebrows of the bouncer raised as he lit another cigarette, “my apologies,” he said, “we don’t get a lot of female customers here.”
He held the door open for Kate and she thanked him as she walked through the black door. His gaze locked onto her ass as she passed by and she caught him. But instead of being insulted, she decided to flirt with him by lifting the back of her dress and showing him her thong. She heard him chuckle, then the door closed and trapped her into the mysterious world known as Pink.
It was dark on the inside. Red and purple lights shined on the main stage as a petite Asian girl took the stage wearing a silver outfit that was barely able to cover her nipples. Men waved dollar bills in front of her and she collected them in her mouth as she hung upside down on the pole. She sat on her knees and bent over in front of them doggystyle and allowed them to slide their bills inside of her thong. She knew what she was doing and the men paid her gratefully.
Kate took a seat at the bar. The bartender wore a small white tank top that looked like it was on the verge of tearing at the seams. The stitching was pushed to the limits by her large, firm tits that were probably fake. She set a coaster in front of Kate and leaned forward on her elbows, “Does your shift start soon?” she asked Kate.
“Oh no, I don’t work here, I’m just here to watch,” Kate said.
“Oh I’m sorry. We have girls from out of town come and strip all the time. Freelancers we call them. They’re afraid of being caught stripping by friends and neighbors, so they drive two hours and do it here. I thought maybe you were one of them. You’re hot enough.”
“Thanks. You’re actually not the first employee to think that. Will you be taking the stage later tonight?”
“Oh no. I’m a bartender only. They ask me, but I prefer to stay back here and serve drinks. What can I get you?”
“That’s too bad, I’d love to see you naked. How about a shot of tequila.”
“With a lime?”
“Of course.”
The bartender smiled at Kate as she poured the tequila in front of her. Kate licked her lips then took the shot. She cringed as it made its way into her stomach. Through her squinting eyes, she saw the bartender holding the lime, then she put it in her cleavage and leaned forward so Kate could get it. “Go ahead,” she said. Kate leaned over the bar and scooped the lime into her mouth with her tongue, getting a taste of the bartender’s sweet flesh as she did so. Two men sitting nearby watched and cheered as this happened. For a moment, they garnered more attention than the stripper.
“I like your style,” one of the men said.
“Thanks, I’m just now finding it,” Kate said.
The man was dark haired and about six feet tall. He was in good shape and had a smile that reminded Kate that she preferred men. It was possible that this could be the guy she was hunting for.
“Are you here by yourself? This doesn’t seem like a safe place for a young lady to be by herself.”
“Fuck you,” Kate said playfully as she started to feel the affects of the alcohol, “I turned forty today.”
“Happy birthday. I would have never guessed.”
“How old would you guess?”
“I would say you were just out of high school.”
Kate laughed at the absurdity of his comment. He turned his body toward her and she peaked at his crotch. She noticed his zipper being stretched. It was obvious what he was after.
“Can I buy you a drink?” he asked.
“Wine,” Kate said, then turned to him and casually placed a hand on his knee. “Do you come here often?” she asked him.
“All the time,” he said.
“You must be some sort of pervert,” Kate said flashing a smile.
“I guess you could say that. I run this place. My dad started it a long time ago, when I was a teenager. He’s retired now, so I took over.”
“Lucky, there are definitely worse jobs. My name is Kate by the way.”
“John,” the man said, then took Kate by the hand, “let me show you the VIP room.” He instructed the bartender to have a bottle of wine sent to their table and stood from his bar stool. Suddenly Kate was a little nervous, but she followed anyway. She took a deep breath and she followed the strange man across the room, despite her hesitance.
John led her through a maze of men and cigar smoke. Briefly, Kate made eye contact with a young girl giving an older man a lap dance. She didn’t even look old enough to order a drink from the bar, but moved her hips like a seasoned veteran. She smiled deviously at Kate as she passed, as though to tell her, you have no idea what you’re getting into.
The VIP room was either blue or purple — Kate couldn’t tell because of the dark lighting. There were no chairs, only couches and a bed on the other side of the room. A group of men gathered around the bed and watched two women have sex with each other. Some of them put money on the bed and made requests to the women. The others just stood and watched quietly and drank from their glasses. A blonde was on top of a red head and kissed gently at her breasts, until the red head pulled her panties down. One of the men sitting around the bed handed the blonde a vibrator and she licked the end of it before sticking it in the red head’s bare pussy. She twisted it in circles and rubbed the red head’s tits. Some of the men clapped at this.
John led Kate to a private couch in the corner of the room. There was a “reserved,” sign on the table along with two wine glasses. A woman wearing a short gold teddy came to them with their bottle of wine. “My name is Amy, I’ll be your servant,” she said, and bent over slightly in front of them to pour a glass of wine. She wore no panties and Kate caught a glimpse of her perky ass as she did this. Kate reached out and felt the roundness of her smooth ass cheek.
“Oh!” the woman exclaimed, startled.
Kate pulled her hand away immediately. “Oh I’m sorry,” she said, “I don’t know what I was thinking.”
“That’s okay,” she said, “I just wasn’t expecting it. I mean, you’re a woman, I didn’t think you’d be interested.”
“I’m just now becoming interested,” Kate said.
“Well then maybe you’d be interested in one of our girls,” Amy said and pointed to the far wall. There was a line-up of girls on stools with numbers above their heads. Kate looked at John confused.
“You see someone you like? Just let Amy know the number and she’ll have her come over and keep you company,” John said.
Kate reviewed the line of girls for a moment. All of them were young and gorgeous and vulnerable, but none of them primed Kate’s appetite. They weren’t like full grown women, they were youthful and naive. To her, they weren’t sexy, they were just scared little girls. “Maybe number ten, no wait,” Kate said, unsure of her choice.
As she continued looking, one of the girls returned to her stool. Number six. It was the young girl that gave an older man a lap dance. The one that spoke to Kate with her eyes. She had short, dark hair and bright green eyes that radiated light. She had small tits but her skin was smooth and flawless, so was her pussy. Kate wanted her bad.
“Number six, definitely,” Kate said.
“Okay. I’ll be right back,” Amy said.
A loud moan came from across the room. The red head began to squirm with pleasure as the blonde used both the vibrator and her mouth on the red head’s pussy. The men watched intently, waiting for her climax. One of them stood up next to the bed and laid a wad of cash on the pillow. He said something to the red head but Kate was unable to hear. The red head nodded at him and the man unzipped his pants and put his erect cock next to her. She tugged on it as the blonde continued to work on her.
“Isn’t that prostitution?” Kate asked John.
He smirked and Kate blushed with embarrassment, quickly realizing how prudish of a question it was.
“No, the girls do it voluntarily. The money is just a tip for being able to see them nude,” John said, and smiled.
Number six approached the table. She ran her blue fingernails through her short dark hair and chewed gum with an open mouth. She placed her hands on her hip and leaned to one side. “I charge fifty per song, seventy-five if you want to touch me, other than that, it’s hands off,” she said. She wore a purple tank top with spaghetti straps and material thin enough that you could see the red bra she wore underneath. Her skirt was black and so short that her white panties were visible even when she stood straight up. There was an attitude about her that Kate liked. She was a little spitfire that would make her dad proud as a little girl, but infuriate him once she was old enough to strip.
“Don’t worry about it honey, I’ll take care of you. Just be sure Kate here has a good time,” John said to number six.
“Okay,” she said, and flashed a bright smile. She put her hand on Kate’s shoulder and sat on her lap. Glitter blinked on her chest in the pale blue light above them. She was light as a feather and perky everywhere with long thin legs that were like silk.
“I know why men like the younger ones now,” Kate said to John.
“She’s new here,” John said, “but the customers love her. What’s your name honey?” he asked her.
Number six opened her mouth to speak, but Kate put a single finger over her lips before she could say anything. “I don’t want to know. I’d rather it be a mystery,” she said.
The same devious smile from earlier appeared on her face once again. She leaned in close to Kate’s ear, and Kate looked directly down her shirt, “Whatever you want baby,” she whispered, and Kate giggled at how much those words turned her on. Number six had switched into pleasure mode, and Kate was nervous as to whether or not she would be able to handle it.
Number six turned in Kate’s lap, using her surprisingly plump ass as a top, and put her legs over Kate’s shoulder. She leaned back until the palms of her hands touched the floor and let Kate take a good look down her skirt. Kate sat there stiff with her arms at her side, like the soon-to-be groom at a bachelor party that was forced into a lap dance he didn’t want.
“She’s got cute feet doesn’t she?” John asked.
“Excuse me?” Kate said.
“Her feet. Don’t you just want to put them in your mouth?”
It was then that Kate realized Number six was barefoot. “Yes, they’re nice,” she said.
“She’s smart. Lots of guys have foot fetishes. She’s the only one that walks around barefoot. That’s why she gets so much business.”
Number six stood in front of Kate and slowly removed her tank top, revealing her narrow waist, then her cute belly button and tight stomach. Then the red lace bra that hid her small perky tits. She let it fall to the floor then lifted her skirt before sitting on Kate’s lap again. She used her plump ass to grind on Kate’s pussy. Once again, Kate wondered what it would be like to have a dick. She wanted to know how it would feel to have a dick to put between Number six’s ass cheeks. Number six’s dainty hands softly touched Kate’s and their fingers intertwined. She lifted Kate’s hands to her breasts. Kate instinctively began to massage them. They were different from Ashley’s. There wasn’t as much to hold on to, but they were fun to handle, like fun size candy. She felt her nipples harden and Kate’s responded the same way. “Am I hot enough for you?” Number six asked.
“My nipples are as hard as yours,” Kate said.
“Really,” she said and turned to feel Kate’s breasts. She massaged them until they could cut glass. “Oh geeze,” Kate said.
Kate started to feel vulnerable. The only girl that had ever turned Kate on was Ashley, but this tiny girl was something different. She wasn’t sexy in the same way as Ashley. She was sexy because she was dirty and loved to please everyone. Her small body laid across Kate’s lap and she lifted her legs straight up into the air as she removed her skirt to reveal her white cotton panties, similar to the kind a little girl wears. She stood over Kate and bent over in front of her. She turned her head to make eye contact with Kate, and Kate fell under her spell. “Can you take my panties off for me?” she said with a single finger in her mouth. Her ass was nice and round like natural cushions. Kate touched the curves on her hips and felt her velvet skin. She slowly pulled the panties down the girl’s legs. First she saw the crown of her ass. Then her full crack. Then she saw the girl’s bare clit. “Thank you,” Number six said, and turned to straddle Kate. She removed her bra and showed off two small but firm mounds of her breasts. Her nipples were dark and small and pointed straight out. Kate smelled the faint smell of sweat on the girl’s chest as she leaned in and nibbled on Kate’s neck. “Oh my little girl. You’re too much,” Kate said.
“Do I make you happy?” she asked.
“I bet you make a lot of people happy.”
Kate opened her eyes and saw John watching. His pants were unzipped and he had his hand on his cock, slowly stroking it as he watched the two women play with each other. She grabbed Number six firmly by the waist and grinded pussies with her. Number six began panting, “Oh shit, now you’re making me horny,” she said in between breaths.
“Do you like dick or pussy?” Kate asked her.
The girl shrugged, “depends on what’s available,” she said and the two of them laughed a little.
“You want to fuck him for me?” Kate said to her and motioned to John with her head
“For you? Anything.”
They turned and looked at John. Number six knelt in front of him and began to pull off his pants. “What’s going on?” he asked, a little confused. “It’s okay, she requested it,” Number six said. John leaned back with only his shirt on. His dick stood straight up and Kate was impressed with its size. “I’m a little jealous,” she said. Number six put his hard dick in her mouth and bobbed her head up and down on it a few times. John leaned back and enjoyed this service. “I think that’s hard enough,” Number six said, then squatted over John’s dick in the reverse cowgirl position. She bounced up and down slowly, pausing occasionally to move her pelvis in a circle with John‘s dick buried deep inside her pussy. She rubbed her tits as she did this. “You’re a dirty girl aren’t you?” Kate asked.
“Of course,” Number six said.
“I knew you were the best one here.”
Kate leaned back on the couch and began rubbing her clit. She was wet and wanted to orgasm quickly. She took off her panties and watched Johns face as Number six worked hard on him. She started bouncing up and down quickly like she was made of rubber. John’s face began to turn red.
Kate slid her fingers in and out of her pussy while rubbing her clit with the other. She draped her leg over the back of the couch to open herself up. She was relaxed at the moment, but the intensity of the orgasm was coming. She started with one finger, then two then three until she was using her entire hand in and out quickly. Moisture ran down her wrist and she gritted her teeth. It was coming hard and she leaned back with her eyes closed, panting. And while she did this, she completely forgot she was in a public place, with lots of men that could see her.
Something lightly touched her on the chest. She opened her eyes and was surprised to find a dollar bill laying between her tits that had become exposed by the movement of her arms. An audience had gathered around to watch Number six and John have sex, and Kate masturbate next to them. They tossed money at Kate and it landed on her legs, chest, stomach and on her pussy. I guess I’ll give them a show, Kate thought and began moving her hand faster in and out of her pussy. She moaned without inhibition and caught John’s attention. He watched her along with the rest of the men. Soon it was raining money and some of the men began jerking off around her. They’re really loving this, Kate continued thinking. It was a game to her. She wanted to get all of them off. The problem was, she might get there first. “Oh fuck!” she yelled as she felt the orgasm coming. She leaned up on her elbows and began jamming her hand inside of herself. Her face was hot and she breathed heavily. Some of the men began to cheer. She spread her legs as far apart as she could and used one hand to move in and out of her pussy while the other rubbed quickly on her clit, until she exploded.
“Fuck meeee!” she yelled.
Number six and John watched in amazement, and John couldn’t hold on anymore. “Oh shit, get off me,” he shouted and pushed Number six off onto the floor. He turned and shot cum onto the couch, some of it landing on Kate’s feet.
It was suddenly hot and Kate took of her dress and laid on the couch completely nude. The room cheered and they emptied their wallets onto Kate’s body. “I’m sorry honey. Are you okay?” John asked Number Six over the loud audience.
“I’m fine,” she said, and brushed her knees as she stood up.
“I’ll make it up to you,” John said.
Blood dripped from Number six’s knee and Kate watched her wipe it away with her hand. She felt awful. This tiny innocent girl that did nothing but please people had been treated unfairly. Was that the way John would treat her if she invited him to the threesome? She was no longer interested in him. Not after hurting Number six. Money laid all around her and she gathered it into a pile, “You can have this honey,” she said to Number six, “you’ve earned it.”
“Oh thanks,” Number six said, smiling all of a sudden. She put her clothes back on and collected the money. She kissed Kate on the cheek before leaving, “Come back soon, it was fun,” she said.
“You should get a job here,” John said to Kate, “You’d make a fortune.”
“I think I’ve had enough fun for now,” Kate said, and put her panties back on.
“Well listen. I haven’t met anyone like you. You should give me a call sometime,” John said, and handed Kate his business card. She turned it over in her hand and thought about John and his nice dick. But she couldn’t overlook how he treated Number six.
“I’ll keep that in mind,” Kate said.
She dressed herself and stepped outside. She was relaxed and giddy about her experience. She wondered if Ashley was having the same kind of luck. She called her phone but there was no answer. There was no telling what she was doing.