We'd talked about it for months. I knew he wanted to see girls. I too enjoy looking at beautiful women and knew that I'd have a good sexy time as well. He chose the club because he had visited it on other occasions previous to his deployment. I hadn't been to a club like this since going with the ex many years ago. I knew the evening would be a great adventure for the both of us.
I thought it would be fun to dress the part. I deliberated on the outfit and thought I'd go with the usual fantasy: a naughty school girl (guess what I'm going to be for Halloween). I even shopped where the strippers shop to find the perfect pair of shoes to go with my virginal white knee socks.
As I exited his SUV, I was already being watched. He laughed, "Everyone thinks you work here." He seemed proud to hold my hand and escort me into the club. Right inside the door, I was greeted into the sisterhood when two of the girls who worked there each exclaimed, 'Girl!! You are HOT!"
It was going to be a good night.
"Choose a girl. Any girl you want, " he told me, a year's worth of combat pay burning a hole in his pocket. I looked around. They all seemed bored. There was a car show in the parking lot and the DJ was handing out awards. The dancers all sat slumped over on their stages. This wasn't earning them any money.
He nudged my arm. "What about that one?"
She was perfect. Shapely. Olive skin and strawberry blonde curly locks that hung a little messy over her shoulders. She wasn't dancing. She was waiting for the right man to pay for her time. Little did she know, the right man would be a woman.
"Why don't you sit with us?" I asked her.
Her name was Gia and to me, she was simply stunning. Immediately we were comfortable talking to each other. She loved my outfit and we giggled that we'd purchased our shoes at the same place. She worked at the club while going to school to become an entertainment lawyer. She'd traveled to many of the same cities I'd been to. I liked her. The three of us left the crowd and escaped to a private booth.
"Dance for her."
She did as he asked. I have never had a girl dance for me before. I had to be briefed on the "rules"... what could I touch? what shouldn't I do?
Her skin was flawless and soft. Her breasts were a perfect perky B. I loved how her waist was so small and curved into round voluptuous hips. He was getting turned on, watching me watch her.
She sat on my lap and I noticed a tattoo on her shoulder.
"Wait!" I said. "Is that Sanskrit?"
"Yes, it says Om Mani Padme Hum. You wanna see the Om on my ankle?"
It turns out, she was studying to become a Buddhist. She was half-African American and raised with traditional Christian and Muslim teachings. She also did yoga. We instantly had more to talk about.
He pouted, "I'm feeling very left out. "
"Go get your own girl," I told him, "I'm not sharing this one."
He ventured from the booth as Gia and I sat snuggled in each others' arms.
To be continued...
One Hot Night (part 2)
One Hot Night (part 3)