Perfect Club, No.1
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Perfect Club, No.1 I first heard about it from a former girlfriend, Donny. Last year she’d moved on from me to some dainty femme thing a half foot shorter and a whole person thinner. I wondered what it was about me and butches. Natasha, another butch, had done the same a year before that. “How’s the love life, Cyn?” Donny asked as we shared a table at Starbucks. I sighed. “Sad, Donny. I spend my nights with internet porn. I’m so horny I could fuck anyone, even a man.” She chuckled at me. She knew that I was horny all the time. As a butch Donny had been embarassed by me pulling her into bed, rather than the other way around. “Well, if you’re THAT open-minded…” Donny sipped her coffee, teasing me. “Sometimes I am… and?” I knew that Donny had travelled far further into the dark corners of the lesbian subculture. “Well, I know a place where it’s all the sex you can handle, provided you don’t mind some men around.” Donny grimaced. She was a confirmed man-hater. I pretended to think about it. In reality I enjoyed sexual romps with men. I just preferred women for relationships. “How many men? I mean, I’m not interested in some straight scene.” Donny smiled. “Actually, most of the guys are gay or bi. The place is half gay, half lez, with a bisexual DMZ in the middle.” I laughed. Donny was ex-military, so DMZ for her was a no-mans-land full of danger. “Dance bar?” I asked. Donny smiled and shook her head. “Not exactly. A private club. Like nothing you’ve ever experienced. Members only, very costly. But if you want a night of pure abandon, nothing better in four states.” “How costly?” “A thousand dollars a year.” My jaw dropped. “That’s ridiculous. Nobody would pay that.” “How much is your gym membership a year? Counting that personal trainer?” Donny winked. She knew I had the hots for my female trainer. “Well, probably more than that,” I conceded. “You how many five-buck coffees you have each week?” “Well, one a day… so 25 dollars a week.” I thought a second. “Gee, that’s over a thousand dollars a year for coffee!” Donny grinned. “See, it’s not so unreasonable after all. And best of all, if you know a member, you can go as a guest Kadıköy Escort for just fifty dollars a night.” I caught the glint in Donny’s eye. “You know about this because you’re a member, right?” Donny blushed. “Well, yeah. A friend took me after you and I broke up. It was fun for a while, but after a while the ‘just sex’ thing turned me off. “Anyway,” she continued, “knowing how horny you are, I figured you might like it. I’ll be happy to show you around one night.” “Um, isn’t your current girl going to be jealous?” I began wondering if Donny wanted to get back together with me. I wasn’t ready for that. “Nope, I’ll just show you around and leave. You’ll be on your own, big girl.” She giggled, eyeing my 36Ds plainly visible under my nice, tight T-shirt. I thought about it. My computer programming job paid very well. Money wasn’t a problem. I didn’t think Donny had any ulterior motive. She was just an old friend who knew me well. “Well, it does sound interesting. Sometime this weekend?” “Friday after work?” Donny grinned. “I’ll come for you around eight-ish?” “Great! Thanks!” I paused. “Um, what should I wear?” “Something sexy. You’ll feel out of place otherwise.” I laughed. “That I can do.” * * * On Friday, after a quick supper, I spent an eager hour in the back of my closet. The place with all the racey stuff you don’t want family to see. I settled on a pleated red miniskirt with tiny black side-tie bikini panties and tall black boots. Up top I pulled on a matching red crop top that left lots of midrift showing. The top was tight enough that I could avoid wearing bra, with enough jiggle and wiggle to make it obvious. I knew it wouldn’t take much to make my nipples show. I went long on eye and lip makeup for that extra-sluty look. I stuffed a few fifties into each boot for mad money. Donny arrived a bit early in black tights, pull-over sweater and boots. “This OK?” I asked, twirling around so my skirt flew up to expose the panties tied low across my hips. She laughed. “Just fine!” The club was off a side street in a warehouse district. Over the alley entrance were three lavender rings in Kadıköy Escort Bayan neon. Donny showed her membership to the two big bouncers at the door. She introduced me as her guest, but let me pay my $50 cover. The inside foyer had three big doors. One had overlapping male symbols, obviously the gay side. The opposite door had overlapping female symbols, and the middle an interlocked both interlocked male and female pairs. I could feel the thudding vibration of powerful dance music somewhere deeper inside. “Which one first?” I asked. “Feeling like a fag hag tonight?” she asked as a guy went past us through the gay door. “No way,” I replied. I had tried dating gay guys. Some tried to be considerate lovers, but it always ended up a platonic friendship. “OK, let’s take the lez side.” She took my hand and led me through the double-female door and down a hall. The dance music grew louder even inch, until we broke through another set of doors onto a dance floor. It was still early. Only a few couples were dancing, with a scattering of singles around the edges, drinking and trying not to be too obvious about checking each other out. The clothing, and lack of it, really caught my eye. One of the women leaning against the bar was completely bottomless, with a nicely trimmed bush. Another just wore lacey white underwear and white high heels. One of the dancers was totally topless. When she spun her miniskirt flew up to reveal no panties – just a shaved pussy and a bare ass. Donny was watching my eyes bug out. “Like I said, a VERY private club.” “God!” I breathed, my heart already racing. “Is this for real?” “Come with me,” Donny said. She led me around the side of the floor and through some back doors. We were in a hallway with nothing but dim red lights. Down the hallway most doors were closed, but a few were open. I peeked in one – two women were on a mat, sixty-nining each other. “People leave the door open if they want to be watched, or have others join in,” Donny explained I was definitely watching. The two women were totally buried in either other, faces glistening. Donny took me around Escort Kadıköy a corner. It opened into a larger room with a half dozen women having sex in various combinations and permutations. I realized this had to be the orgy room. I began to squirm a little; my pussy was warm and juicy. Watching people fuck turned me on. And still the hallway led onward. I wondered what even wilder pursuits lay beyond. I felt Donny’s hand pulling me away, back toward the dance floor. I glanced into another open door. A woman blindfolded and handcuffed was having her pussy rubbed by a leather clad mistress. The mistress beckoned to us with a head nod. Donny smiled to the dominatrix, shook her head, and pulled me away again. “I gotta get back to my girl,” she explained. “Bi-side is just like this. I suppose the gay is as well, never visited that. Only way between the three is the entrance area.” “What about the rooms” I asked. “Who gets those?” “Oh… having your own room costs an extra fifty for the night. It comes with a small locker for clothes and stuff. First come, first served, every night. There’s also a check area up front, in case they’re out of rooms and you want to take off something expensive.” We were back at the dance floor. A couple more women had come in. I didn’t see the bottomless girl or the one in whie underwear. I wondered if they had hooked up. “Gotta run, babe,” Donny released my hand and gave me a quick kiss. “You have fun.” She waved and pushed through the door back to the front, leaving me there, excited, in a room full of horny lesbians. I went to the bar for a drink. Beside me was dark-haired woman in slacks and a shirt. I judged her late 20s, nicely rounded body, wide face. Neither ugly nor beautiful. The bartender came over with a drink. She was totally cute in black bra, panties, garter belt and stockings. “Your drink, ma’am.” The bartender smiled and handed what looked like a martini to the woman beside me. “Thanks,” she replied. “You pick my payment?” The bartender grinned and glanced around the crowd. “Lots of topless, so I’ll take the pants.” The woman giggled, then slid her slacks down and off, revealing a tight red nylon thong. She handed the pants to the bartender, who added them to a large pile of clothing beside the cash register. Once again, I was stupified. “You must be new here,” the now pantless woman said to me. I gulped and nodded. “You have to pay for drinks with your clothing?” The woman giggled.
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