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We went with another couple for our first visit to The Club on a steamy southern Saturday night. It was your typical club with a buffet, a bar, a dance floor (except this one had a pole in the center front of it), a DJ booth, little tables and a throbbing dance beat. The dance floor was backed by a long mirror and sported the ubiquitous disco ball which pierced the surrounding darkness with strobed, multi-colored light.
The couples present were predominantly white, middle- to upper-class, well-groomed and in their 30's and 40's. They mingled around, sipped their drinks and eyed the others.
Gradually they began to take the dance floor, gyrating and pulsing to the beat, arms and bodies entwined, hands roaming over each others' forms. The men were well-dressed in typical after-work attire: crisp shirts (no ties, though), dress pants, nice jeans and the like. It was the women, however, who veered more strongly away from the southern tradition of conservatism---the first of many subtle clues that this club was a bit different. Sure, at many bars and clubs you will find women sporting short skirts and close-fitting tops, or slinky dresses. However, most of the "dresses" and skirts on these ladies were very skintight, or barely covered their derrieres, and the tops were cut away to reveal more breast and cleavage than cloth.
As the four of us sat at a table close to the dance floor sipping our various drinks, I happened to glance up at a flickering triple-monitor TV unit hanging from a central point in the ceiling above the tables. The screens were positioned in a triangular pattern, displaying three different hard-core pornographic movies at various angles. My mouthful of wine nearly sputtered out in surprise as I watched, fascinated, as the video facing me displayed a close-up of a female's beautiful heart-shaped ass as she straddled and slid up and down a bulging, rock hard miscellaneous male shaft. I could also see, in a second screen, the spread legs of a young woman, who welcomed the probing fingers and tongue of an ardent and chisel-jawed male as he played in her heated core with a rapidly melting ice cube.

I pried my eyes from the video screens and found further sights to interest me as the people on the dance floor pulsated and writhed, hands beginning to find their way up skirts and around breasts, and girls began to make out with each other while dancing and men began to grope more than dance. One man grasped his partner's bottom with both hands, pulling the dress up completely to her waist, so that her bare ass was exposed as she squirmed and wriggled and clung to his neck, oblivious to the spectators or, more likely reveling in the exhibitionism.

I began to relax as the wine took effect and calmed my nerves somewhat, and my man took my hand and we slow-danced as our friends, the other couple, danced next to us. After two songs, the men decided to swap, and then finally the men walked to their table as my girlfriend took my hand and we danced nestling close, the heat from mutual yet tentative arousal becoming almost tangible. Her hands travelled up and down my slender figure, and I began to caress her curvaceous form in response. She tugged down one of the shoulder straps of my lacy black dress--- revealing a firm, full alabaster breast---and bent to the nipple, sucking lightly as she continued to move to the music. Surprised, but only slightly so, I let her do as she desired and closed my eyes, enjoying the sensation as it increased the already-growing dampness between my legs.
The song ended, and flushed and glistening we headed back to our table, where she proceeded to pull her top completely down to her waist, fanning herself. Her pendulous breasts hung free and she smiled as another lady she knew stopped by to chat, acting as if it were the most natural thing in the world to be talking to a lady in a bar sitting at a table with exposed breasts. Not wishing to intrude on the conversation and smiling at my friend, I looked back to the dance floor and saw about two other ladies now topless, one swinging a bit on the pole and the other just dancing away. A third lady wore nothing but a g-string and heels, and some kind of fishnet wrap top which, too, eventually fell away.
After some casual conversation and introductions from various other couples as they strolled past our table, we headed to a more private area where along a hallway there were sporadically placed stuffed chairs and sofas. At the end there was a raised platform area containing more couches grouped together, and the lighting was darker, more subtle here. This area was more conducive to semi-privacy and provided for easier conversation. My man and the other couple sat on one of these sofas, asking me to do a striptease for my girlfriend, who had never had one before. While not an expert but certainly no stranger to exotic dancing, I readily obliged with a nod and a sexy smile.

Swaying more than a little with intoxication and not quite in time with the beat because the song was unfamiliar (and frankly kind of crappy), I still managed to approximate a seductive lap dance. Squashed in the middle of the small sofa between the two men, my girlfriend leaned back and smiled appreciatively as I straddled her legs and leaned forward, licking her neck and kissing her lips gently. Raising myself just a bit I glanced her face with the tips of newly-freed breasts, teasing as she tried to lick the rosy nipples that inched out of the range of her seeking lips.

I threw back my head, my long dark silken hair dusting my shoulderblades as I slid down her body and caressed her belly with my tongue, going down... down... until I stopped just above her glistening fulcrum. Her dress was raised and her unpantied pinkness beckoned to me, and squirming she lifted herself to me but I smiled mischievously and kissed just above the core of her desire, my hooded eyes smoldering at her as I raised myself to my feet.
I smiled half to myself as I thought my "tricks of the lap dance trade" seemed to be working their usual magic. There are several crucial elements: I always prolong their agony and move with slow, unhurried sensuality; I give a peek here and a glimpse there yet don't fully reveal all until I am nearing the end of my dance; and I keep in mind that it's all about eye contact. If a dancer makes love to the viewer with her eyes and facial expressions, her body often becomes not the main attraction, but instead an attractive accessory, a pretty package or vessel by which she conveys her most erotic thoughts.
With high heels and black, lacy thigh-high stockings adorning my extremely long, shapely legs, I turned and faced outward, presenting to her a view of my back, my legs and my heart-shaped ass. Ever so slowly I bent forward, wriggling my ass gently this way and that to the beat of the music until I grabbed my ankles, my rounded bottom level with her face, legs spread and hairless pussy peeking out around the edges of my tiny thong. I caressed my own body, reveling in the curves and softness as I turned yet again and slid to my knees, cupping and stroking my full breasts with small, delicate fingers and subtly licking my moist, red lips. All the while my flared hips never stopped their slow, swaying gyrations.

The men held my girlfriend's arms and hands to the back of the couch as they watched the proceedings hungrily. She struggled to free herself in order to caress me but it was to no avail, and their collective masculine strength only served to ignite her passion further as she squirmed in helpless, futile, delicious torment. I nonchalantly ignored the men altogether, although I was keenly aware of their almost palpable lust as they watched the sensual dance of two heated women in nearly touchless foreplay.

So focused and into the moment was I, that I was unaware (but informed later) that a small crowd had gathered to watch this little event. One smiling woman later thanked me for providing her husband with "excellent visuals," she said, while he sat on an adjacent couch during my dance and never took his eyes off me as she knelt between his legs in front of the little cluster of voyeurs and sucked him to exploding orgasm.

Due to my striptease and their collective response, it wasn't long before my friends were ready to take matters into their own hands, so to speak. They grabbed both us girls and herded us through a door to the back area of the bar. Well, at this point all l I had seen of The Club was the front area with the tables and dance floor, and the back hallway where I had performed my impromptu dance. I wondered what else there was to see and experience in The Club.
I was very soon to find out.

Concluding installment of "The Club" in the next issue of Eye On CameraWare.