After leaving Chinatown we stopped to pick up some beer and headed to Charles boss’s home. I’m always a little reticent about going over there and there were a couple of options I had in the city for the evening but he considered them a little over the edge for him and calmly refused to go with me. He just said no. No reason. Just, no. He’s always quick to say that’s it fine if I want to go by myself that he can always go to Queens and hang out with “the boys”. So, there I was, left with a choice of whether I wanted to be with Charles or some of my more unusual friends (I’m still debating whether “unusual” is the best description but for lack of a better word it stays for now.) I’ll leave you to your imagination to decide what exactly that activity was but I’ll give you a hint that it included rope that I want die pink!
Now, let’s talk a little bit about their home. They have three HUGE Rottweilers and baby rottie named Nuggets. I love dogs but these are a little too much for me. None of them know they are big huge hulking things and seem to all want to lay on me at the same time. I have a hard time with conversation there because these Long Islanders who rarely venture out to the city don’t have that much to talk about. It’s usually shop talk with the guys which leaves me to listen to the girls talk about the dogs. So I was sitting there looking bored and one of the guys was like, “hey K you look miles away, where are you?” I heard Charles sigh. I knew he was thinking, “Oh shit, why did he have to ask her THAT? Doesn’t he know he just opened up a world of trouble?” Anyone that knows me really well knows that I can be downright dangerous when I’m bored. Likely to stir up trouble just for the fuck of it or create a situation to entertain myself. Charles was right to sigh. I decided these people needed a little shaking up.
“Well, are you sure you want to know?” Charles said to Bob (names changed to protect the innocent or not so innocent), “Please don’t say yes!” But, Bob was determined to quench his curiosity and to my delight asked Me to continue which I did but not until I gave Charles a smirky triumphant smile.
I said, “if I could be anywhere right now, I would be sitting in the dark cool confines, curled up in a soft upholstered chair of The Scene, watching some beautiful girl slide out of her clothes and show me what a wonderful athlete she is as she slides upside down on the poll on the stage while looking at me wistfully wishing for the dollar being held enticingly in my own breasts.”
Charles sighed as he looked at Bob who looked like an alien had just landed right in front of him and said, “I tried to tell you not to ask her.” Bob looked nervously at his wife who’s attention just left her dogs and was now aimed like a nuclear warhead right at her husband.
So a conversation ensued as I told them that I thought men had hidden a secret about these comfortable bastions of expensive drinks, comfortable chairs and limitless entertainment for hundreds of years from women disguised with sleazy innuendo and veils of doom.
I know that Bob’s wife had never been to a strip club so I decided to paint a picture that she would want to investigate. As soon as Bob realized that the outcome of my conversation was going to lead to his lady’s interest in attending the club and subsequent enchanting evening of women with women, he jumped on board the “lets go to the strip club now” train.
Charles stood up and said, “lets go” so we headed out. Our usual favorite club is The Scene but Bob wanted to go to one close to his house. I was reluctant because I didn’t know this club and I wanted her experience to be one that she would want to repeat.
When entered the club, I could tell she was nervous but I knew she drank enough cranberry and vodka to settle a small elephant so I wasn’t too worried. I was feeling no pain myself and I looked around. This wasn’t a comfortable place. There were no tables and chairs and no center stage. The stage was behind the bar so you had to lean on it to watch the girls dance. But the girls were surprisingly pretty and although soft low slung comfortable chairs I have seen in other more comfortable clubs are my preference, one must make the best of each situation and I started scanning for the girl I wanted to have dance for me. I had a couple of drinks and it didn’t take long for Bob to make arrangements for our first timer to have her first lap dance. While I was sipping my drink Charles nudged me and nodded to a girl just hopping up on the stage. He was right, that was her. I wonder sometimes if the girl feels my attention, if she knows my eyes are roaming her. I started to watch her dance and made eye contact with her several times during her dance, making sure I smiled right at her.
I caught the “wranglers” attention (that’s the guy that makes sure the girls are mingling with the customers) and asked him which girls liked girls and he laughed and said, “ALL of them, and we LOVE it that they love it.” I asked about the rules. He said the only rule was not to touch their breasts. Now HERE was something different. The other places do not allow anyone to touch the girls. They can touch ME but I was not allowed to touch them. This was going to be exciting.
As soon as she got off stage she worked her way to our end of the bar. As I had a chance to see her pretty face and watch her eyes as we talked, I knew I had chosen well. Her name is Marilyn. I feel certain that is not her real name and if it IS her real name I should put her across my lap lower her scant panties and spank her well rounded ass. I am right Marilyn? I am not sure why Marilyn is dancing and I admit to a curiosity about her story but thank goodness she is dancing because I truly enjoyed her. The wrangler suggested I go with her to pay for a lap dance with her and I slipped My hand in hers and we headed up to the cashier to pay. My first impression was how soft her hand was and how good it felt intertwined with mine. We slipped into the VIP room and she motioned for me to sit down. Marilyn reminded me of that soft look of the 40’s film stars like Lauren Bacall. As she started to dance for me she drug her beautiful breasts across my cheek I ran my finger down her side feeling her soft curves. Her lips grazed my cheek in a kiss and it was on. I whispered for her to turn around because while some people revel in the breasts, it was her well formed bottom that enamored me. I was not disappointed. As she turned and bent over, I ran my hand softly over the moons, still so giddy that I was finally able to feel what my eyes saw. She had soft hair and it was the first time that I wanted to bring a girl home with us. I suddenly had a vision of snuggling her up between Charles and I in bed in addition to just exploring her body slowly. Another first, I wanted to kiss her. She has the most enticing lips. Would you like to come home with us next time Marilyn?
I am writing directly to Marilyn because I gave her the path to find this blog and I even told her that I am a Mistress/Dominatrix. If she’s a mind to, MAYBE we will all have the treat of hearing back from the enchanting minx herself.
We left soon after that and dropped Bob and little miss first timer, who had a RAGING good time off at home and we went home and to bed. I woke up with a headache and spinning head and started reaching for Tylenol but even through the misery, a smile found it’s way to my lips thinking about Marilyn and how much I enjoyed her. I wonder how it feels for her to know that she brought so much pleasure and I wonder if she enjoyed dancing for a woman. Be a good girl Marilyn, I wouldn’t want to have to spank you. OH OK, that’s a lie, I’m dying to put you over My knee and turn that precious bottom pink.
Kiss kiss
Ky
