The two of them remained in the same position, slowly moving their hips in circles as the dildo stayed inside of them. Kate stared at the ceiling, her vision blurred slightly from the intensity of the orgasm. Her first time with a woman was better than she imagined.
Ashley pulled the dildo out of herself. The spot on the bed near her pussy was wet from gushing. She laid on top of Kate who stared into space like she was high. She nibbled lightly on her neck, “that was fun,” she said.
“Mmm… hmmm…,” Kate moaned, “thank you for fucking me. That was the best gift I could have received.”
“You were great,” Ashley said, then she kissed at her neck a bit more. Kate rolled over so she could be on top then started kissing Ashley’s breasts which seemed even more beautiful now, “I’ve always wanted to see your tits,” she confessed, “I understand why men love them now.”
Ashley giggled, “I know, I’ve caught you staring at them several times,” she said, “I have an idea. Why don’t we skip dinner and go out and find a real dick to join us.”
Kate looked up at her, the idea sounded interesting, “okay, let’s do it.”
Number Six
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.
